Seeing that the incense was burned, Zhou Yi's face turned pale, "I lost."

"My lady wins in this game."

The voice of the manager was extremely loud, and everyone on the street wanted to hear it.

"In the next game, bet on dice and guess the size points."

The strategist quickly came up to support him, but the sweat on his forehead did not stop.

"Okay, let me remind you that if you lose this game, you have to cut a finger. If I lose this game, you will cut mine. If you lose again, you can think about whose finger you cut first."

Zi Lan reminded with a smile that she would apply pressure without leaving any traces to create a tense atmosphere.

Many guards laughed, a bit sarcastic.

Zhou Yi knew that today's plan was not completed, and he only hoped that the martial arts would win back some face. He looked at Song Ziyan and Cui Hao who were standing in the audience to pay attention to Zilan. He curled up his lips and smiled, and muttered a few words to the people around him.

Zi Lan's heart skipped a beat, feeling that he hadn't figured it out, and suddenly felt a little panicked, and subconsciously looked at his brother and Cui Hao.

The two of them broke a big smile at her, calmly, nodded slightly to her, and encouraged her not to panic with their eyes.

Zi Lan closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath, slowly opened it. When she saw a man coming up again, holding a jar of dice playing in her hand, the more nervous he became, the more calm he became. The panic was useless, and she kept reminding herself to win this battle, and it was particularly important to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

"start."

The strategist shouted beside him, not giving Zi Lan any time to prepare.

The warrior shook the dice. He was a martial artist and could master the strength in his hands well. He was still somewhat sure about this.

"The betting begins."

The manager gave the order.

"big."

"big."

"Please see, it's a big draw."

The manager opened the jar and showed it to everyone.

"The second round begins."

"Small."

"big."

The strategist hesitated and guessed.

When I opened it, my face turned gray. Unexpectedly, it was Xiao, Zilan who won the game.

"The last inning."

The last time the warrior took a deep breath, exhausted all his energy, and put the jar on the table.

Zi Lan did not give the adviser a chance to think, "The leopard is killed."

He was straightforward and without hesitation, everyone exclaimed.

The strategist held it in for a long time, and the manager robbed the words, "You can't say it's a loss. Whoever takes it first wins. This is the rule and cannot be followed."

"Yes, guess the points but there is no follower."

The spectators also nodded, and following and winning would mean cheating.

The strategist sighed and looked back at Zhou Yi. His face was completely dark. He pursed his lips and said nothing. The strategist knew that he was in trouble.

"You lost in three games and three wins, and you are willing to accept the loss. Who cuts your fingers?"

The in charge of the business was not afraid of blocking Zi Lan, blocking her tightly.

Zi Lan was hidden behind, took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat, and her tense mind was slightly relieved at this point. She couldn't help the rest of the fight.

"I'll do it, can I use my left hand?"

The strategist trembled and his face turned pale and decadent.

Zi Lan looked at the counselor's decadent look, then looked at his brother, asking for his opinion. At this moment, he felt that he was a little cruel and would he have any handle on the Song family?

"For the sake of all scholars, I can help you."

Zi Yan came to the stage without hesitation, and gave a wink and led Zi Lan off the stage.

She got off the stage and stood beside Cui Hao, her hands were sweating nervously, "I saw him looking at you just now and muttering. I'm afraid that there will be a fight later..."

The meaning is self-evident.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not inferior to anyone. I can't eat as good things as you are for nothing. I believe us."

Cui Hao held her hand and exerted a little force, feeling her nervousness and panic.

The warm big hands gave her a lot of stability and stability.

Zi Yan on the stage waved his hand and the guard handed him a dagger. He pressed the strategist's left hand on the table, raised his hand and fell down, and a section of his little finger with his left hand was cut off. Fortunately, it was only the smallest finger, so he did not affect him too much as possible.

The strategist screamed, almost all over his body was sweating, which was caused by pain.

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for showing mercy, I am grateful."

The strategist knew that the Song family still left a little room, otherwise he would have no future if he cut off a finger with his right hand. If a literati writes with his right hand, he will not be able to write his words well and become an official.

The strategist was sweating profusely and was helped to bandage it with medicine. However, he was thinking that after this, he would find a way to leave the palace. He was not a good master.

"We have fought hard, you have chosen all the benefits of Wenfen. Everyone here can see clearly. My sister didn't say anything, and took all the weak woman's body.

In the following martial arts battle, I will fight with your warriors. How can I fight for life and death? Life and death are destined to heaven."

Zi Yan stood up without retreating at this time, and could not let his sister charge forward again and again. He was a man and could not retreat if he should come forward. Otherwise, why would he say that he would take on the responsibility of the Song family and protect his family?

Qi Lingyun upstairs kept watching everything, holding his hands tightly, very nervous, and when he heard this, he was even more nervous and trembling all over.

She covered her mouth tightly, without saying a word, unwilling to disturb their siblings at this time. She knew that her husband must have his reasons for doing this, and all she had to do was trust their siblings.

Xianglou is the Song family's property, and it is also the future that Song Ziyan will take most of the responsibilities. He cannot just take advantage but shirk responsibility, but pushes his sister forward again and again to resist the wind and rain, which will make people look down upon.

"Yes, you can't decide the final decision, it's too domineering."

Some rich children from Xianglou had a good relationship and asked for help. Song Zilan has always been generous, fair and careful in dealing with things. She is still very comfortable to drink here and serves meticulously. She treats them as thoughtful as guests and does not give gifts during festivals. However, it is much better than being in harmony with Zhou Yi. We can't do anything else, but we can still say something.

"How do you compare?"

Zhou Yi was no longer able to withdraw at this time. Today's plan was doomed to fail. Even if the fight was won, he would have to bear a lot of responsibility, as well as the emperor's anger.

"I don't know how to sword than fists, but fists are OK."

That set of physical practice is the best at present. He has already broken through the first level of martial arts. He dares to say that no one can beat him with boxing. He is still a little confident in his heart. He has been soaking Yugu Paste and his physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people.

Even if you lose, you won’t die. You will not be affected by some injuries. If you have a younger sister, you will definitely be cured.

"Okay, what weapons are you going to choose in the next two games."

Zhou Yi had to compromise in the face of public opinion, and the current situation could no longer end.

The competition began now, and everyone gave up their seats and left them with the vacant seats and stands.

A warrior came up, covered in tendons and flesh. He could scare people by looking at his posture, but Zi Yan was not afraid.
Chapter completed!