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One person walked onto the ring with his official steps. When Yang Yanzhao saw that he was Wang Yexiu, the son of Wang Qinruo, the son of the Secretary of the Central Committee, and was a magistrate of Kaifeng Prefecture. This person was one of the bosses behind the gambling hall and did many evil things behind him. Yang Yanzhao, a loyal and upright person, hated the most was this official who used his power for personal gain and bullied the people. At that moment, Yang Yanzhao said coldly: "Mr. Wang is so powerful, he takes hostages and forces people to fight. I wonder what other evil things you, Mr. Wang, want to do."

"Yang Yanzhao, the boss is so old, why are you mixed in? Now is not the time when your Yang family can show their power. This boy surnamed Fang killed Master Cifeng and killed Pan An, the son of the Pan family, and Jinfeng Xiyulou, for a hundred lives. I didn't send him to Kaifeng Mansion. I was very kind. Now I just gave him a chance to compete with the gambling king. If I win, this matter will be eliminated. If I lose, we will not have any excessive demands. As long as he does one thing, it will be done. Since you, Yang Yanzhao, you might as well be a witness." Wang Yexiu looked at Yang Yanzhao disdainfully.

"What a lack of capital business. Do you really think the emperor can let your Wang family do whatever you want? I can't control this, but someone will be able to control it." Yang Yanzhao snorted and said lightly.

"Who? Is that old guy Kou Zhun, or the Eighth King Zhao Defang? Yang Yanzhao, are you old and confused? They can't protect themselves. Do you still have the idleness to care about a pig-killer?" Wang Yexiu laughed wildly.

Yang Yanzhao's face was ashen. Fang Yu said with a mocking look: "Mr. Wang, flowers are not red for a hundred days, and people are not happy for a thousand days. Let me leave some room for myself. I hope you can still laugh so happily next year."

Fang Yu had never heard of Wang Yexiu's name, but he knew Fang Yu. Fang Yu remembered that after Song Renzong came to power, he demoted him to a certain place to open up land. Now it is the year of Qianxing, which is a year later. Fang Yu's historical knowledge comes from Xue Wanting. Xue Wanting, who loves poetry, once told Fang Yu about many historical events related to poetry, including Wang Qinruo and Ding Wei who flattered Kou Zhun.

Fang Yu never thought that the old man was Yang Yanzhao. In Fang Yu's consciousness, Yang Yanzhao should be the Yang Liulang who was always a middle-aged man. Looking at his white hair, Fang Yu felt a sigh in his heart: Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauty, and they are not allowed to see white hair in the world. Out of respect for the Yang family generals, Fang Yu, who doesn't like to talk, couldn't help but interject.

"Haha, ha, it's good to say that flowers will not be red for a hundred days, and people will not be better for a thousand days. Some people should not be too arrogant. Liulang, tell me, who is this guy?" Another group of people came from the courtyard. The leader was about fifty years old, wearing a python dragon robe, with a pretty face, and a kind of majesty that always ranks higher.

"Eighth Prince, why are you here too? This guy is called Fang Yu, he is a servant of Yang Ji Butcher Shop. Today he killed the compassionate donkey and caused trouble. Some people invited this guy to come with impolite means. It seems that he was pregnant with an ulterior motive." Yang Yanzhao smiled and introduced the Eighth Prince.

"A servant?! In the market, there are many heroes who slaughter dogs." The eighth prince Zhao Defang sighed.

Although Zhao Defang is a wealthy prince without real power, he is finally a royal relative. No matter how arrogant Wang Yexiu is, he dare not speak in front of him. When he saw Zhao Defang coming, he wanted to huddle into the crowd. Zhao Defang would let him go easily and said with a sarcastic look: "When I was in the mansion, I heard from my subordinates that a hero killed the evil monk who did evil deeds. I don't want anyone to bully others by relying on his power and want to be unfavorable to this hero. I want to see if I, the Eighth Prince, can you take care of this matter? Boy from the Wang family, do you still have to continue the following competition?"

"This, since you are the Eighth Prince, you are here, that's all." In front of Zhao Defang, Wang Yexiu didn't dare to offend him.

"So, I seem to thank your subordinates for showing mercy." Zhao Defang said coldly.

"Where, where, it's wrong for the subordinates." Wang Yexiu secretly said in his heart that a pig-killer made such an old guy who was easy to meddle in business.

"Well, then, I will take it away." Zhao Defang said lightly.

"Slowly, Eighth Prince, don't you want to see what kind of skills this guy has?" A middle-aged man walked onto the ring.

two

Many people knew that middle-aged man was Maxijiang, the gambling king who was famous in Bianliang City. Behind him was a woman wearing a veil, graceful and graceful manner, as if a lotus was just blooming, attracting the eyes of the men present.

Yang Qijin swallowed his saliva a few times, but he didn't expect that An San and his servants were already saliva: purple smoke grew from the incense burner of Rizhao. Looking at the saliva hanging from the distance, it flowed down three thousand feet, and it was suspected that silver threads were floating in the sky.

I think this poem is better than Li Bai’s.

Fang Yu also looked at him a few more times and found that someone was staring at him. In a blink of an eye, it was the rabbit god Mu Ying. Mu Ying glared at Fang Yu fiercely, obviously very angry.

Fang Yu uneasyly avoided Mu Ying's gaze and felt a little panicked. What's wrong with him? How could he be afraid of this rabbit? Fang Yu looked at Zhao Xuan again, and saw that she was also looking at him, but her eyes were not as complicated as a thirteen-year-old girl. Fang Yu twitched his teeth and wanted to express some comfort to Zhao Xuan, but showed a look that was even worse than crying. Zhao Xuan and Mu Ying both burst out laughing, like two blooming spring flowers, which made Fang Yu's eyes bewildered for a moment. When Mu Ying glared at him again, Fang Yu realized that after coming to the Song Dynasty, he seemed to have become a little lustful, which made Fang Yu look a little despised in his heart.

After the Maxi River came up, he gave a big gift to Zhao Defang and said, "The people of the grass kowtow to the Eighth Prince."

The woman behind Maxijiang also bowed. Zhao Defang was a very casual person. She never gave this kind of false gift between her and Yang Yanzhao and the others. She waved her hand and said, "Get up, I, the powerless prince, are just a decoration, and some people never take it seriously."

Some people Zhao Defang mentioned naturally refer to people like Wang Yexiu. After Maxijiang stood up, he said, "Your Majesty is joking, who can disrespect you to the Eighth Prince. Caomin wants to compete with Fang Yu for a gambling technique, and I hope the prince will allow it."

"Compare gambling skills?" Zhao Defang looked at Fang Yu and said, "Brother, what do you think?"

"If the Eighth Prince is interested, I would like to give you a smile." Fang Yu did not have the habit of kowtowing others, nor would he call himself a sage to officials.

Zhao Defang didn't care about this and smiled and said, "Okay, I want to see this rare gambling king competition."

Maxijiang's eyes flashed and said, "Ma has not lost for fifteen years since his debut, and has always felt lonely. I heard that a young gambling master has appeared in the capital, so I want to see it. The bet Ma brought this time is this woman. I wonder if this little brother is satisfied?"

Fang Yu frowned and said, "I don't have any valuable things to bet."

Yang Qijin jumped out and said, "Brother Fang, I have it here."

Yang Qijin took out a stack of hinged bills from his arms, which looked about 100,000 taels. Zhao Defang smiled and said, "I will add another jade pendant."

This jade pendant is actually a thing in the palace, and it should be worth tens of thousands of taels of silver. Maxi Jiang smiled and said, "How can a mere woman be worth tens of thousands of taels?"

Yang Qijin thought to himself, I would like to pay 100,000 taels of silver for such a woman. This guy has no heartache for the money he picked up.

Xie Yulou, who had not spoken, came out and said, "I'll give you a bet too. Piaoxiang Restaurant on Hefang Street is my own industry. I bet on Xijiang to win."

Yang Qijin said happily: "That's good, I'm just about to open a restaurant."

Yang Qijin was already very confident about Fang Yu's ability and had already made up his mind. He thought, this woman belonged to Brother Fang, and I wanted this restaurant, which was hundreds of times better than a pork shop.

Li in the crowd sighed and pulled Zhao Xuan to leave. Zhao Xuan said, "Mom, why don't you look at it and leave?"

"Silly child, I'm afraid he may not be your husband in the future." Li's tone was infinitely desolate.

"Mom, why?" Zhao Xuan looked at Li with wide eyes.

"Let's go, take my mother away from here." Li did not tell Zhao Xuan why, and the two quietly left the crowd.

Fang Yu did not hear their conversation, but noticed their departure. Looking at their figures, a hint of pity surged in Fang Yu's heart. He did not stop them from leaving. Some people were not sociable, just like Fang Yu himself.

Fang Yu turned around and looked at the gambling table and gambling tools he brought up. A strong sense of fighting surged in his heart. For the sake of his newly-established home, Fang Yu secretly said to himself that no matter what, he will never let others hurt his family around him. No matter who he is, he cannot do so.

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