When Zhang Yuan walked into the gambling house with the servants, he only felt that his ears were full of hustle and bustle.

The gambling house is full of people, dim and dark, day and night, and it is really not easy to find people here.

However, it is easy to find Gao Xiaoliu, and he is the one who shines in the darkness.

"Don't argue, don't argue, I'm sure I'll win this one-"

The tall six almost threw themselves on the table, clutching the money in one hand.

"I'm all overwhelmed—"

But the hand did not fall, and the person was picked up.

With this delay, the dice on the opposite side opened, and Gao Xiaoliu's eyes looked at it, staring roundly, and let out a scream.

"Big, it's big, I won." He shouted.

The gamblers next to him laughed, "Sixth Master, you haven't placed a bet yet." ”

Gao Xiaoliu came back to his senses at this time, and looked at his hand that was grabbed and pulled high, and his eyes were red: "Which grandson-"

He turned his head and saw a gloomy face, an official robe, a sword, and a crowd of officers behind him.

"Zhang Yuan?" He shouted, and didn't call Uncle Zhang anymore, he was anxious and angry, "What are you doing, you caused me to lose money." ”

Zhang Yuan said: "If you press down, it's not that you win, you are famous and you will lose every time you gamble, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Gao Xiaoliu clutched his chest and couldn't breathe: "Nonsense, I've won a few times." Looking at Zhang Yuan again, he suddenly thought of something, "..... you come?" Will I be immortal and dead again? ”

The hanging of a Xiucai in Huixian Lou is already known to everyone, and the gamblers are no exception.

"Dead again?"

"Gao Xiaoliu, you are going to get rich again!"

"Gao Xiaoliu, you have been lucky lately, is it because of the death of someone in your restaurant?"

Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and pulled Gao Xiaoliu, who was thin and tall and fluttering, and was dragged out with a whoop and escorted into the room prepared by the steward, isolating the hustle and bustle.

"Don't gag with me." Zhang Yuan said with a calm face, raised his hand, and shook off a piece of paper, "Have you ever seen this person?" ”

A portrait is drawn on the paper.

Gao Xiaoliu stepped forward and looked carefully.

He looked so seriously that an errand couldn't help but ask, "Have you seen it?" ”

Gao Xiaoliu raised his hand to signal not to disturb himself, and continued to look at it, frowning, contemplating, nodding thoughtfully, and shaking his head again.

This serious look made Zhang Yuan not bother him, until Gao Xiaoliu's appearance was really endless-

"You kid don't pretend to me." Zhang Yuan grabbed his shoulder, "Have you seen it yet?" ”

Gao Xiaoliu struggled with a young voice: "I'm thinking about it carefully, the people who have won my money over the years, I remember it, there is no such person, the people who lost to me, just those people today, I haven't seen their faces clearly, wait for me to distinguish it——"

This bastard boy, Zhang Yuan pressed him in place, and shouted: "Gao Xiaoliu, who asked you to identify the gambler, I am asking you, have you seen this person in Huixian Tower!" ”

"Zhang Yuan!" Gao Xiaoliu also shouted, annoyed, "Look where I am now? I'm here every day, where do I know who is in Huixian Tower! ”

This is also true, Zhang Yuan glanced at Gao Xiaoliu, and then looked at the manager of the gambling house.

"The sixth master has chartered a room with us." The steward hurriedly said, and smiled again, "I also invested in shares, which is half of the owner." ”

It can be regarded as having a lot of money and no place to spend it, in order to buy half of the gambling house for gambling money, and then lose money in it, Zhang Yuan looked at this Gao Xiaoliu, who grew up in the capital, and he also heard the reputation of Gao Xiaoliu's son since he was a child, but every time he dealt with the kid, he had to be speechless.

"I really don't know?" Zhang Yuan asked again.

Gao Xiaoliu asked, "Who is this?" Is it the deceased who died in our shop? Saying that, "This is clearly someone who has a grudge against our Xianlou, who runs here every day to die, ruining our business, I'm going to sue the official-"

Zhang Yuan took the portrait: "Tell your father to go!" Also sue the official. ”

After that, he turned around and left, and the officers followed with a hula and a la-la-la.

Behind him, Gao Xiaoliu angrily nagged the gambling house manager to sue the official, thinking that someone saw that he was lucky, deliberately died in his shop, and made trouble with him: "I just don't want me to win." ”

In order not to let you win, someone deliberately seeks death, and it will not be ..... The gambling house steward pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, and it was not easy to refute, after all, this is also half of the main family.

Just as he was listening to Gao Xiaoliu's nonsense, he saw Zhang Yuanmeng, who was walking outside the door, turn around and rush back with an arrow.

Before the steward and Gao Xiaoliu could react, Zhang Yuan had already leaned over and lifted Gao Xiaoliu's robe-

Gao Xiaoliu let out a scream: "Indecent—"

The steward didn't know if he was scared by the screaming or Zhang Yuan's movements.

Is this really indecent?

"Why do you wear straw sandals?" Zhang Yuan grabbed Gao Xiaoliu's robe, ignored his screams, and pointed to his exposed legs and feet and asked coldly.

The steward looked down and saw Gao Xiaoliu's gold and silver trousers, moire pearl trimmed socks, and a pair of straw sandals.

Sandals.

This kind of straw sandals worn by lowly and poor people.

Why does this prodigal son in the capital who wears gold and silver and sits on the mountain of gold and silver and does not make money wear straw sandals.

Zhang Yuan looked at Gao Xiaoliu and asked again: "Gao Xiaoliu, why are you wearing straw sandals?" ”

"What's wrong with me wearing straw sandals?" Gao Xiaoliu raised his foot and almost kicked the tip of Zhang Yuan's nose, "My father has always taught me to be diligent and thrifty, can't I wear straw sandals to show filial piety?" ”

Zhang Yuan looked at the straw sandals close to the tip of his nose, stretched out his hand and grabbed them, his body stiffened slightly, these straw sandals were not straw sandals at all.

The light flashed in the dim room, shining the golden veins under the weaving grass, which was grass on the outside, but golden thread on the inside!

This prodigal! What a trick to play all day long!

Zhang Yuan stood up straight, glared at Gao Xiaoliu fiercely, threw the straw sandals back, turned around and strode away.

"Have you taken a fancy to my master's shoes?" Gao Xiaoliu was still shouting in the back, "The master is very generous, not to mention the shoes, this dress will also be given to you-"

As he spoke, he undressed.

The housekeeper of the gambling house hurriedly stopped and persuaded him, "Sixth master, sixth master, let's go, people are gone." ”

Zhang Yuan has already left.

Gao Xiaoliu snorted, pointed to the door and scolded: "What a thing!" He insulted me! It's really troublesome that people are really good-looking! ”

The gambling house manager is embarrassed, but this is not enough.

"Sixth Master, there is indeed something wrong with this Zhang Yuan, and he has recently caught people wearing straw sandals everywhere." He hurriedly explained that although he was also in the gambling house, he was not isolated from the world, and the latest news was known.

Gao Xiaoliu stepped on the straw sandals on his feet: "It's still a sin to wear straw sandals, I'll wear them, I'll wear them, and take me away." ”

The gambling house steward couldn't help but look down, thinking, the one you are wearing can't be called straw sandals, it's called golden straw sandals.

......

......

The housekeeper left, and the dark room was quiet.

Gao Xiaoliu sat on a chair, his feet on the table, his straw sandals swaying, shining in the dim light.

His expression was no longer indignant, and he turned the dice in his hand: "First I grabbed the straw sandals, and then I found this servant, and he moved fast enough." ”

Zhike said: "This man is a novice, he doesn't understand anything, he left a lot of traces along the way, he killed people at that time, if we hadn't covered it up, he would have been arrested a long time ago, and it is not strange to be found now." ”

Speaking of this, he frowned slightly.

"However, why didn't Huo Lian do it herself? Do you want to point out this Zhang Yuanlai? ”

"Huo Lian." Gao Xiaoliu slid these two words on the tip of his tongue, a little chilly, "Of course, it's to scare the snake out of the grass and put bait to catch us." ”

For so many years at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they have lived quietly.

As long as they don't show up, no one can detect it, but—

Gao Xiaoliu kicked the table.

"Dongmo, that countryman!"

That ignorant and reckless servant actually came to the capital to kill people, and he was so arrogant that he wanted to write the death of the murderer with the blood of the deceased-

When he saw that scene, he wanted to strangle this servant to death with Liu Xiucai.

Although he personally wrote a confession and made Liu Xiucai's death regular and secret, he knew that this matter could not escape Huo Lian's eyes.

"He didn't do it himself, because he knew that we were wary of him, and let Jingzhao Mansion do it in the name of catching the murderer, which would make us nervous and let our vigilance down." Gao Xiaoliu said, putting his feet down, "The nervousness is because the tracks are exposed, and the relaxation is something that these officials in Jingzhao Mansion can get over, so we dare to do something to guide and cover up, and Huo Lian is just staring at the back, as long as we have more movements, he can catch us." ”

Zhike nodded and glanced in the direction on the side: "That servant is closed, and we will be cautious in our words and deeds in the future." ”

The voice fell, and there was a gentle knock outside the door, three long and three short.

A man dressed as a handyman gently pushed the door in.

"Sixth Master." He whispered, "Symo, sent the message. ”

Symoku sent another message? Gao Xiaoliu frowned slightly, he had said that a few days ago, Ximo came to ask about the movement of the capital.

Ximo should not be as rude and ignorant as Dongmo's servant, after inquiring about the news, he knows that the capital is not moving right, and he will continue to pretend to be dead.

"And what do you want to ask? Tell them that the government has started to check those who wear straw sandals, and tell them to be careful. Gao Xiaoliu said angrily.

The miscellaneous servant did not leave in response, but looked a little strange, and said: "Sixth master, Ximo is not here to ask for news, they have sent a share of the accounts and a warrant to respond to the lawsuit. ”

The always unfazed acquaintance had surprise on his face.

The ink people in the world have a wealth to share, and the ink people divide the wealth into the east, west, north and south, and then gather in the capital.

Since childhood, the wealth of the ink in the world has grown up, and the money has been vomited for Gao Xiaoliu.

The sub-account books are even more numerous.

Of course, that was before, and this kind of account sharing has been cut off for five years.

Of course, even so, the amount of a West Moro's account sharing is so small that Gao Xiaoliu can't see it.

Money is not important and it is not critical, the key is, the response order.

"Accept appeals, do your best, and share worries and solve problems." Gao Xiaoliu read the contents of the note, and with a pinch of his fingers, the note was broken.

He looked at Zhike.

"Is Seamoo crazy?"

"Don't look at this time?"

"They don't want to live anymore?"

"It's not just that they don't want to live anymore, but do they still want to call everyone to die together?"