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Was she not a beauty? Many men present couldn't help but think so, even the female disciples from the two major sects who had come out couldn't resist imagining what it would be like to possess such beauty.
Did the prince feel he was lacking anything? Hong Ling hugged her legs to her chest, straightened her back, and like many tomboys, her chest was noticeably disproportionate to her height.
If Miss Hong was like this, how could Liu Jia not feel the same? Liu Jia was determined to confront those troublemakers in Tuan City and would not allow them to disrupt his plans.
Since Bu Luo had no intention of playing games without some stakes, what did Miss Hong want?
Hong Ling's eyes flickered; since that was the case, why not bet on the letter in the prince's possession? What would the prince think about that?
What would Red Maiden use as a wager? Liu Jia naturally didn't just want to fight them; what he truly desired was a permanent solution.
If I win, they will withdraw from the competition for that item. Hong Ling leaned forward, looking down at Lou Dong and Liu Jia.
If I win, he will show me that letter. Liu Jia pulled out the letter he had just tucked away, still warm from his grasp.
Old Man and Little Trickster both spoke simultaneously, then burst into laughter. Both understood the hidden meanings in each other's words but chose not to expose them; such small tricks were hardly worth mentioning.
How do we play? Leng Gucun asked while looking at Gan Yuan.
He had a die. He would throw it forcefully into the air, and then they would guess whether it would land high or low until it hit the ground. If they guessed wrong, what would happen? Simple enough; this young lady wouldn’t make things difficult for that old man.
Gan Yuan smiled, saying, "One small, three large; four small, six large."
Leng Gucun, not one for words, always disagreed with Liu Jia's tendency to talk too much. However, Bu Luo nodded in agreement with Leng Gucun. Minghong's seemingly simple rules actually concealed countless Coco.
Hong Ling clapped her thighs and produced a die from somewhere. She glanced at Singer, who understood immediately and began to play tomorrow's performance. Her legs moved swiftly as she played an extremely lively tune.
Upon hearing that melody, even those who were not musically inclined couldn't help but nod along; it was truly a fitting piece that heightened everyone's anticipation for the game about to begin.
Liu Jia remained silent, returning to his seat. He lifted his wine bowl and took a hearty gulp before looking at Hong Ling. She balanced the die on her fingertips, gazing back at Liu Jia.
"We're going big," Liu Jia declared.
"Follow me," Hong Ling replied.
At that moment, everyone fixated on the die in Hong Ling's hand, wishing they could crush it and consume it. Gan Yuan and Leng Gucun exchanged glances, both wearing confident smiles, as they believed in their own formidable strength.
As the game commenced with Hong Ling's call, the small die soared into the air under everyone's watchful eyes.
Gu Ping Ci was walking alongside a newly purchased carriage, dressed in a coachman's outfit. His face was covered in dust, and he emanated the unmistakable scent of horse manure. Indeed, Gu Ping had just come out of Youzhou City after secretly buying a coachman’s carriage—quite fitting for his attire.
At that moment, Bu Luo was inside the carriage with Liu Lao Jiu. They had rented the carriage and paid a deposit to travel to Jincheng to visit their son who was serving as an official in the capital. Gu Ping had cleverly concealed his identity in the capital to make that transaction possible.
Gu Ping sent Liu Lao Jiu ahead to Jin Capital, where he should be much faster than him.
Bu Luo Gu Ping was not in a hurry; he believed that if someone was searching for him, Liu Lao Jiu could attract a lot of attention. He was also waiting.
Gu Ping was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Right now, he was like a Middleman walking through the darkness. He needed a guiding light to help him see the situation around him. At this moment, Gu Ping was completely in the dark, stumbling around like a headless fly. Bu Luo would soon have a light to illuminate his surroundings, so he waited for Zhai Liao to bring that light before him, to dispel the endless night.
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