Jun Jiuling

The level of Yi Er is somewhat low. The number of people who have the following notes is not much and the amount is not large. Soon the betting is finished. With the sound of the sergeant, Qingyang Gongzi casts a bamboo.

"The Qingyang son is in the ear."

Although there is nothing to praise, but the applause is still ringing around.

A gentleman acts like a spring breeze.

Then there was another bet.

"Ding No. 3 nobles are escorted to fifty-two."

"The number of nobles on the 14th is a thirty-two."

There are about a dozen people betting in the next two years, and there are nearly a thousand dollars in the calculation. This is much more than the one hundred and two silvers of the talented person, but if you lose, you have to pay more.

Lin Yier pushed the monarch.

"Look, you see." She laughed.

Miss Jun looked out and saw the Qingyang son said a few words to Si Shi.

"Stop." Si shot said loudly.

It turned out to be no vote.

Lin Biaoer hid his mouth and laughed.

"Look, this is specifically for money," she said.

Miss Jun looked at the Qingyang son, the robes that were obviously not as good as the right ones. With the voice of the sergeant, they bowed to the surrounding group and bowed their heads with red eyes.

There was no ridicule around, and there was applause from the sparse.

Obviously, there is no anger and no anger for such a thing.

"How can a scholar know how to ask for money?" The waiter’s voice came from the door and smiled softly. "This is a matter of elegance."

For the wealthy lords, giving alms to a scholar is better than giving them a shackle that only knocks on the bowl when they enter the garden.

Miss Jun smiled and didn't talk, and Lin Biaoer looked at the refreshment that the waiter brought in.

"We don't play these elegant things, we just come for dessert tea." She smiled and greeted Miss Jun. "We don't have a chance to taste it at other times."

The outside pitcher is still going on. Fortunately, this time I did not win the money and ran, but continued to the next game.

The sound of the bet is a little more than before.

"A seventeen nobles are escorted to thirty-two."

One of the sounds and sounds came in and out.

They are A-19, not far from the 17th. If there is a bet, the waiter will shout out loudly at the door, and it will naturally be heard here.

Miss Jun seems to be paying attention to the tea leaves from the waiter. The girl sitting behind Lin Biao snorted.

"Miss Miss," she cried in surprise. "The bet on the 17th is Miss Ning."

Lin Yier gave her a look.

"Stop." She whispered, and looked at Miss Jun with a bit of uneasiness. She hurriedly opened her words. "Hey, you taste this horseshoe cake."

Miss Jun nodded and reached out and picked up a piece, but turned to the waiter who wanted to quit.

"Fifty-two ears," she said.

The waiter was not surprised at all, his attitude was still gentle and smooth, and he was swearing.

"Wait and so on." Lin Biao raised his hand in a panic and stopped him, and pulled Ms. Jun's hand again. "Hey, you don't want to be like this. We are not saying it, just to play, not to fight for leisure."

"Yeah, isn't this playing?" Miss Jun said, she said, "Can't you bet?"

Lin Biao is very anxious.

"Hey, don't pretend to be stupid, you know what I mean." She said, "Yan Yan has more money for their money..."

Miss Jun did not like to listen to this.

"What makes them spend more money, can I have no money?" she said, raising her brows.

Miss Jun turned her head and looked at the girl sitting behind her.

This is the golden head of the old man given by Mrs. Fang. The box is small and the gimmicks are coming in. The other servants are left outside.

Seeing Miss Jun look over, Jin Hao is busy sitting up straight.

When I came out, the old lady explained it, not leaving the city, not leaving the city, as for other things, she listened to Miss Jun.

At this time, Miss Jun looked at her and raised her eyebrows.

“Who am I?” she said.

"You are a grandmother, Fang Xiao." Jin Hao replied with a low eyebrow.

Miss Jun turned to look at the gentle waiter.

“Mr. Fang Shao is a person who has no money to play with?” she said.

I only said one grandmother, the waiter understood it, and smiled and bowed.

"Of course not. If you don't have money, this Yangcheng is a poor ghost." He laughed, not waiting for Lin Biaoer to talk again, and retired, and immediately outside his voice, his voice was high. The ear is fifty-two."

Each floor has a special person responsible for the bet of the registered guest, recorded with the waiter's report.

The sound of the sound here also naturally passed to the next door. There were five or six girls sitting in the room at this time, and the words suddenly felt unpleasant.

"Miss, Miss, that is her, that is her, Miss Jun is A-19." A little girl sitting in the corner said busy.

This is the gimmick that meets Miss Lin outside, and she said it when she came in. At this time, I am afraid that everyone will forget to remind me.

"Fifty two, she is really generous." A girl grinned.

Ning Yunyan smiled coldly.

"Mrs. Fang Shao is now a rich man. It is normal to bet more than a few girls who have not been out of the house for a few months," she said.

The girls are grinning.

"The person who went out of the cabinet and became a grandmother came to deliberately be against us," said a girl.

Xiaoyue came in and had already exaggerated and said that he would meet Lin Biaoer and Jun Hao at the door.

"When I heard the ladies here, they would not leave immediately, shouting to go to the house, we are next door." She deliberately described this.

This shows that it is to be against them. They didn’t make a bet a few times. They played with fun and she followed.

The girls were indignant, and they couldn’t wait to see the wall in the hole.

"Well, the road goes all the way to the sky, let her go." Ning Yunyan said, picking up the tea bowl and slamming.

The outside of the company also came the news.

The son did not vote in the ears, but he lost.

So they won the money, thirty-two became sixty-two, although not many, but it is still very interesting, it is reasonable to say that the girls should be very happy, but think of the next door, the fifty-two It became a hundred and two to win more and I was not happy. It seems that I have heard the arrogance of the next door.

"It’s really good luck for her." The girls hated and said.

Of course, it’s not good luck, how can I continue to play?

Ning Yunyan grinned and smiled. She looked at the left-handed Yan Yanzhi, and Zuo Yanzhi glared at her fist and her eyes were bright and waiting for a good look.

Then come.

Seeing the silver that was brought in by the waiter, Lin Biao couldn't help but smile.

"Thank God," she said with a sigh of relief.

The opposite Miss Jun is a deserved look.

Jun Hao is always so arrogant.

Lin Xiaoer smiled and wanted to speak, but Miss Jun first spoke.

"Do these people come with silver?" she asked.

I just sent the money when I won.

These fifty-two are taken by their own gimmicks, what about the other fifty-two? Did the son who lost money carry so much money with him? It’s not just that you are the only one who wants to bet.

Is it because you want to gamble.. Play the elegant things, so use the car to pull the silver in advance?

"This is all paid for by the Yunyun Building." Lin Xiaoer said with a smile.

Miss Jun looked a little surprised, hand caressing the silver.

"That is to say that as long as you say bets or end, they don't test whether you have money or not," she asked. "What if these losers don't have that much money?"

It’s really a habit to play tricks, thinking that no one can do anything in this world.

Lin Yier grinned.

"How come, this is Xiaoyun Building," she said meaningfully. "Without money, they have a hundred ways to let you take out the money."

Miss Jun looked at Lin Biaoer.

"You know what it is," she said.

Lin Biao’s heart twitched and suddenly panicked.