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Chapter 659 Gambling
In the middle of the night, the gate of Xinhui Qianhusuo's village was opened, and a rider flashed out under the torch, with a leading horse in front and an elder sitting on a saddle in the back, and the three of them staggered into the Qianhusuo.

Wearing a purple robe and ring armor, the flag officer on duty at night clasped his fists and saluted the people who came, but he didn't get any response. Instead, he didn't care after listening to two impolite libretto. The subordinates put the people in, and the heavy wooden door was slowly closed with creaking sounds, and everything returned to calm.

There is a curfew at night, especially in the Xinhui area of ​​the Guangbu Shipyard, which is heavily guarded. When the branches of the moon are on the moon, when they see that the flag army is not stable, they will take them down and lock them up for a night. It's not like this ride with three people It's as comfortable as returning home.

But they just went back to their own home, sitting crookedly on the horseback, obviously the old man who drank too much wine was none other than the current Xinhui Qianhu Fuyuan.

Dazed and humming all the way to the Yamen of Qianhusuo, seeing that it was not far from Qianhus House, he was still dizzy and made a silent movement towards Wu Bian, who was leading the horse, and whispered: "Easy!" , Butterfly is asleep."

He was the one who hummed the most in the entire Qianhu Institute, disturbing people's dreams, but he asked others to keep their voices down, who could the two Wu Bian turn to for reasoning?

Seeing that Fu Qianhu was drunk, Wu Bian didn't care about him, he got off the saddle and helped them into the house and handed them over to the housekeeper, their work was done.

Although they don't know why Fu Qianhu has lost a lot of money, but he hummed happily all the way, and they didn't dare to ask, but the two Wubian saw that the master Qianhu entered his house like a thief, and laughed outside the yamen. Leaning back but not daring to make a sound, each of them yawned and went back to their houses - they had to go out to practice tomorrow morning, and the time for sleeping would be delayed for a moment.

"Butterfly lady?"

Asking the housekeeper to go back to rest, Fu Qianhu who pushed open the door of Qianhu's house sneaked into the house, calling his wife's name in a low voice.

The marriage between the two of them is a bit shameless, but they live happily, the only thing is that Fu Yuan is afraid of Die Niang.

Seeing that the main room was turned off, Fu Yuan heaved a long sigh of relief. He took out a knife from his boot and gently separated the gate. —It’s still like this when you go back to your own home, and you can’t find a second one in the entire Nanyang Military Mansion.

When the door was closed, Fu Yuan's spirit was suddenly relaxed. Suddenly, there was a sound of flint wheels spinning, and the lighter lit the oil lamp to illuminate the whole room. Fu Yuan was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and he almost screamed out. decent.

Looking back, Lady Die Niang of Qianhu was wearing a small chest-length scarlet dark square acacia skirt, and plain silk trousers underneath, sitting cross-legged on a small rosewood chair in the house, with two lotus flowers naked Elbows resting on armrests, one of the two hands wearing the three lion country opal rings has just put down the cover of the iron lighter, and the other hand hangs between the legs, holding a short flintlock pistol.

When Fu Qianhu turned his head and swallowed his saliva, the oil lamp reflected the light and dark sides of Mrs. Qianhu's face. The index finger of his right hand had just been retracted from the trigger, and with two clicks and bangs, the lighter and handgun were placed on the table. Mrs. Qianhu obviously felt disappointed that she couldn't let go of the gun. She got off the chair and took two steps barefoot, turned around and put the silk singlet gown on the backrest over her body.

"I heard it as soon as I entered the yard. I thought it was a thief who entered the slave's house. Whose master returned to his house so lightly."

Die Niang wandered over to the couch and sat down with a bit of fairy air, looked at Fu Yuan who was still standing at the door, and said, "Have you been drinking?"

Fu Yuan stood in a very standard posture, straight from the chest down, with his shoulders and neck leaning forward slightly, his upper lip wrapped around his teeth, and he held his lower lip slightly, nodding: "Yes."

Die Niang asked again: "Did you gamble?"

Fu Yuan nodded again: "Yes."

Die Niang asked again: "lost?"

This time Fu Yuan didn't speak, just nodded while looking at the stone floor under his feet, glanced at Die Niang from the corner of his eye, and then quickly looked back.

"The hangover soup on the table, who is the master going to help this time?" Die Niang knew that her man would not lose when he gambled. No one dares to win his money.Die Niang glanced at the table, and said: "Is it the boy from the Zheng family of Qianhu in Xiangshan?"

"You know more about whether the family has money or not than the slave family. Ever since the master gambled and was impeached and demoted, the slave family spent all the money in the house, leaving only a few jewelry, which allowed the master to be exonerated and start a new society. Zheng Qianhu finally climbed up to the chief secretary's father-in-law and needed money. The master lost two big horses and four ingots of gold to him; Want to gamble, and lose on purpose?"

Die Niang said that the hangover soup on the table was Fu Yuan's pardon. He quickly sat down on the chair, and felt that the rose chair ordered by his wife was too small, so he squatted on the ground with the hangover soup and drank it while drinking. Old God Bian shook his head on the ground and said: "Ma'am, I don't know something. The Zheng family is not easy. You have to pay back the money you give, and you have to pay back the debt. Only if you lose money, you don't have to pay it back."

Die Niang sighed.

"The slave family knows that the master misses the past. Old man Zheng and you are the Qingyuan Banner Army. If the master wants to help, even if the slave's jewelry is sold, he will not stop him. However, the master was impeached for gambling last year and was expelled from Nanyang Military Mansion, and he was used as a new one. How can you gamble with thousands of households? Second, Chen Shuai has the honor of an earl, and the Shao family, Lou family, and Shi family next to you are all better than our family. If you want a fleet, you need money. How can you have money? Is it the turn of the old man to help?"

After drinking the hangover soup, Fu Yuan raised his hand and put the bowl on the table, but he didn't get up. With a drunken smirk on his face, he smacked his lips and said, "The hangover soup is useless. Madam is sitting here with a gun. A certain drunkenness is about to wake up, half awake."

"We poor people get rich, which one is not arrogant, just want to be respected, the commander in chief is kind to us, I don't need to say that I have shed blood for the commander in chief, others say that relying on Nanyang and relying on Chen Shuai to gain a moment of prestige , with a clear heart. Zheng Qianhu is different, he has not made an inch of merit, he has not made an inch of merit. It is his father who is half loyal to Chen Shuai, and he is not willing to rely on others."

"Hey! This other person is either someone else, or us Qingyuan generals, Xiangshan generals, and Nanyang generals. If I don't help him, no one will help him."

Fu Yuan leaned his head against the leg of the chair, let out a long breath, tried his best to open his eyes that were about to be squinted, and said vaguely: "If the money is gone, you can make more money. If you can't stay in Nanyang, what else can Fu do?" What to do? Huh?"

"Madam, do you really think that Fu Yuan, the commander of the Lusong Southern Guard, was dismissed because he gambled two dollars? Oh, that's what Hai Gangfeng said about me going to Beiyang to send the account to the commander. Gao Xinzheng wants to take charge of Nanyang, and he wants to stand up, stand up, stand up, let me pay someone!"

The official seal on his waist was thrown to the ground by Fu Yuan, who was dizzy from drinking, and Fu Yuan, who could not open his eyes, murmured in a daze: "I want to gamble, eh! Bet again, bet again! "

(End of this chapter)