Jun Jiuling

Chapter 87—Liangshanmen

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Many people find that the pitcher in the field is a woman.

Because of the previous vindictiveness and the interval is too long, many people have subconsciously seen it when they hear the sound of slamming.

It’s definitely a girl.

Although the figure is tall, wearing a skull cap on his head to cover his face, it is obviously a 14-year-old girl.

Many people are surprised.

This is not because I feel that women are not as good as men.

In fact, the women are free to do nothing in the hustle and bustle, do not have to spend a lot of time reading like a man, and the play pot is more fun to play.

It’s just that it’s rarely in the bottom of the Jinyun Building. It’s not because of the public appearances, but because of the public’s public bet.

It is always not good for a woman’s family to be treated with money.

Of course, there are so many people in the world who are thick-faced, or for the name or for the benefit, the men can naturally be so women.

"I don't know how this girl's skills are."

"Since you dare to stand up, you must have something to do."

"This year is also interesting. First, there are young people who are vindictive, and girls are coming out. It is really the arrival of March Spring. Everyone is full of vigor."

Hearing the arguments of his companions, Ning Yunxiao just began to cook tea with a smile and never looked out the window.

Yes, the young man is very energetic, but it has nothing to do with him, he does not care.

If it is the girl, will it be like this?

Ning Yunxiao took out the small camellia in the cooked pot, and the movement in his hand was smooth.

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This should not be the person arranged by Lin Biaoer?

But maybe, girls can stimulate Jun.

Ning Yunyan thought, looking up, the window was blocked by several girls, just calling them to let go, a girl turned back in horror.

"You, you see, this person, this person seems to be a monarch," she stammered.

Jun Hao?

Ning Yunyan is stunned.

No way?

In the next door, Fang Jinxiu was impatiently knocking on the table and looking at the golden rush back.

"Miss Miss, where did the little grandmother go? Why don't you follow?" asked the golden trembling voice.

"She won't let me follow, how dare I follow." Fang Jinxiu said carelessly.

"What about the silver treasure? Miss San is you calling the silver treasure away?" Jin Yu asked with a blank face.

Fang Jin embroidered, I don’t want to pay any attention to this girl’s head.

She didn't really care who was going, but the location of this room was excellent, and when she swept away, she saw the woman standing in the field.

The woman wore a white shirt, a graceful figure, and a hat on her head.

Although the hanging tulle covered the face, Fang Jinxiu recognized her at a glance.

"Oh my mother!" she shouted. "No?"

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No matter how many people are surprised, the well-informed sergeant looks the same.

"Miss, where do you want to start?" he asked with a smile.

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Yao on the side.

"I don't have much to look at," she said. "How do you play? Han or new?"

The company smiled.

"We are not made here," he said. "Miss, if you want to vote for something, you will report it and everyone will bet on it."

Miss Jun reached out and picked up a bamboo

“I am asking about the theory or the theory,” she said.

The company shot down.

"If the argument is one hundred and thirty-two, or forty, or twenty-four, if the argument is only for the twelve," Miss Jun said seriously.

The company shot suddenly.

This question is very strange. Is it true that if you talk about the little girl, do you still want to play one hundred and thirty-two styles?

Miss Jun nodded.

"I just know more about the pot." She said that although the veil covered the description, she still looked humble.

I know a little, and I don’t know what to say.

Little girl, do you know that there are many things to understand and to do is two different things?

The children who are not sensible today are a bit more, and there is news that they are not very happy.

"There is no system limit." Si Shi said gently, "until Miss you can't vote."

"Too much embarrassed," said Miss Jun.

Sorry what? Sorry to have been winning money?

The company is speechless.

"What does the young lady choose for the first time?" He no longer continued the conversation of child ignorance and asked directly.

"Then from the simplest beginning," said Miss Jun.

"Note has an initial."

The music stopped and the singer sent the sound out.

"In the end, it’s a girl. Since she can’t let her fall, she’s lost.”

Ning Yunxiao heard the companion and said that he had reported twenty-two sensible and reasonable gold injections. Obviously most people think this way, and the elegant things should be pity.

The bet sounds one after another, and the cool atmosphere of the sweeping and elegant is elegant and cheerful until a sound rang.

"A nineteen nobles are held one hundred and two."

No, it’s coming again.

The sound of the bet was a little stagnant for a moment, and Ning Yunyan’s box was laughing.

There are still people in the nineteen boxes, and that is definitely Lin Biaoer.

The girls present were laughing.

Ning Yunyan stood by the window and watched the monk standing in the field sneer.

"It seems to be a miserable, I have to play in person." She said, "It's better, double pay back, lose more and faster."

Zuo Yanzhi hated biting her lower lip.

"I....." she said to the girl.

Ning Yunyan stopped her.

“No,” she said. “Twenty two.”

Twelve?

The girls looked at her and looked surprised.

"What can she lose in the 12th?" Zuo Yanzhi hurried.

Ning Yunyan smiled.

"One can't lose anything, ten ten two, twenty ten ones are quite a lot." She said, looking at Zuo Yanzhi, "we want to keep a lot of water, don't scare Jun Hao and others, It doesn't matter if you don't have to play."

She swayed her head and waved her hand, and she hurried out and went out to pay attention to the waiter at the outside.

Sure enough, this note was reported, and the outside paused for a moment, and there were successive bets.

In the end, the girls are treated preferentially, much more than the previous few reported the lowest level of the sons.

"Miss Zhu good luck." Si shot and laughed, indicating that Miss Jun can start.

"This time is not the same as that time." Miss Jun said, seriously correcting the division, "not luck, it is fair."

That time? Which time?

The singer was puzzled and did not ask for an exit, because she saw that the lady had arrested twelve bamboos.

Generally, everyone is only after a shot to take the second one. In the first place, there are too many bamboos in their hands to influence the throwing. Secondly, no one can guarantee that they will vote in the middle---even if they are confident, they are embarrassed to show. , elegant things, too much to show off the loss of style.

Still younger and more public.

The singer sighed a little, did not speak back and looked back, watching the lady pick up a bamboo, and raised her hand and gently raised it.

A slamming sound.

Bamboo leaves fall into the iron pot, and it swings two times and remains steady.

"Medium!" The singer smiled loudly and raised his hand to raise the palm.

There was also a round of applause around, but at this moment, Miss Jun once again picked up a bamboo and raised her hand.

A slamming sound.

babble? I haven't placed a bet in the next game.

The singer shot a little, but he hasn't returned to God. The hand of Miss Jun has been raised one after another.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

A sound rang out one after another, such as a silver bottle smashed, such as a drop of jade plate.

In fact, the sound of the bamboo pot iron pot is not so loud, but as her bamboo leaves are thrown out one by one, the music in the hall seems to disappear.

"What happened? Why didn't you report it? Is it a stop?" People who didn't care in the box asked casually.

It was a bit strange, and people near the window saw it, and the girl was empty.

It’s no surprise that it’s naturally empty when you throw it out.

Everyone’s eyes subconsciously turned to the iron pot.

This three-inch slender iron pot is not just a bamboo.

"There was a beginning... there was an early connection.." Someone shouted.

"No, there is a first pot." Someone said.

Looked at the iron pot filled with a handful of twelve bamboo leaves.

It turned out to be the first full pot.

Is this what she said from the simple beginning?

This is simple for her, what would it be difficult?

The sergeant looked at the girl standing in the field and thought that the girl might know more about the pot.

At least this mountain door is bright.