Fan Wenbao also slapped the case, stood up with murderous eyes, and his whole body exuded unwilling anger.

When Zhao Chonghuan, one of the parties involved, saw this result, his ordinary face showed no satisfaction.

She just turned her eyes blankly and looked at the Fire King that Jia Zijing lent her, then picked up a bamboo section in her hand that was only a little bigger than her finger - vaguely like a whistle - and slowly played with it.

"What do you mean? Don't you want to admit defeat?"

There is no need for Zhao Chonghuan to take action personally, Jia Yameni has to work hard to help when the situation is unfair.

"I'm telling you Fan Wenbao, you have no regrets when you start, that's what you said just now! Besides, I've never seen you fall out of favor in Chiyi Fang! Why, you can't stand it when you lose to a little servant.

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Fan Wenbao was stabbed into his heart by Jia Zijing with a sharp knife. He was bleeding and his face was red. He glared hard at Zhao Chonghuan, stayed in a stalemate for a moment, snorted coldly, and sat back.

Zhao Chonghuan's heart was already dead at this moment.

Since then, Jiayanei Zijing's honorable and noble act of trying to save face for her has angered many young men, and she has completely given up trying to ease the relationship with this perverted person.

There is no way to retreat, so there is no better way to fight back!

When Weng Qixun saw that the scene was quiet for a while, he quickly stood up and smoothed things over: "Come on, let's have a cup of tea to moisten your skin first! Come on, Miss Qu'er, please bring over the horse-playing chessboard from the Yamen!"

Qu'er, who had been standing respectfully at the back, immediately smiled and started to make plans after hearing this——

Lu Shijie and Wang Jin looked at each other with calculations in their eyes.

Lu Shijie suddenly said: "Since Brother Zhao has won one round, shall we switch to promoting weaving in the next round?"

"Why are you regretting it?" Jia Zijing was immediately unhappy when he heard this, "You know clearly that Zhao Chonghuan is using me to help her, and she needs to get acquainted with the Fire Lord for a while before she can fight. How can you do this?"

Wang Jin said slowly: "Brother Zhao can also just abandon the game. I just said that abandoning the game is considered a loss. Then we will be tied, so we can just go to the last game!"

The people around him couldn't help but frown when they heard this, and secretly glanced at each other——

"Young Master Wang really knows how to subdue others without fighting!"

Suddenly, a sound like clear jade knocking came from far outside the hall.

Everyone in the hall immediately turned around and saw a tall figure walking quickly.

The person who came was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe, with flowing skirts, and his extremely handsome eyebrows were as bright as the autumn mountains, as bright as the stars and the moon.

Behind him were two other figures in brocade clothes, one fat and one thin. The fat one had a round, goose-yellow dumpling hanging on his hand.

This scene left everyone in the hall stunned for a moment.

Xie Changhuai?

Those who knew each other secretly glanced at each other, while those who did not know each other looked at them so much that they even forgot to turn their eyes.

Especially for a group of beauties and beauties, their hearts were like a thousand ducks rushing in at once, shouting: Oh my god, where is this young master from? How can he be so handsome?

They couldn't help but secretly glance at the young masters accompanying them. Although they were all well-dressed and with straight eyebrows, they were dwarfed by the strangers.

They couldn't help but sigh: Why is this person so different from others?

And Xie Changhuai strode into the hall with an irresistible momentum. Everyone present could even vaguely feel a dark wind coming from nowhere, hitting their backs and giving them a slight chill.

Zhao Chonghuan kept staring at him, and he couldn't help but feel a ray of joy in his eyes.

He didn't look at her, but came up behind her with determination, and then raised his hand to pat her shoulder as everyone looked at her with more and more surprise.

His eyes were hidden in the shadows, staring at Wang Jin and said: "You can't win by bullying the few with force, but you are so forced? Are you not afraid that someone will publicize it at the banquet later, and your fathers and brothers will feel a little uncomfortable on their faces?"

"In that case, let's make another bet next..."

Before Xie Changhuai had finished speaking, Zhao Chonghuan had gently pulled his sleeve, his eyes were pulsing, and his lips made a "trust me" shape.

Xie Changhuai paused and nodded slightly.

Wang Jin's eyes were gloomy and deep, and he quietly observed the subtle movements of the two people opposite him.

However, Lu Shijie and others speculated: "When will Mr. Changhuai become friends with this little brother? It seems that we are too blind to recognize Mount Tai!"

"That's right! You guys are looking down on others!"

Suddenly, he saw a small goose-yellow pillar rushing in with short legs like thunder. He also ran over and grabbed Zhao Chonghuan's arm. A pair of black beady eyes on the steamed bun's face stared hard at Lao Yuan, facing a group of people waiting for education, "

She is my master! When you see my master in the future, please give in!"

Everyone suddenly took a deep breath after hearing this——

Look at the Jia family and the Xie family. All the young men in the Xie family are protecting the thin and unattractive young man in front of them. Does this boy have a lot of background?

Everyone's eyes began to change when they looked at Zhao Chonghuan.

"Jia Zixian, why are you trying to steal my friend?" Jia Zijing rolled his eyes at the little yellow pillar in frustration.

Jia Zixian made a face and ignored the big guy.

However, it was rare for the two of them to have the same ambition to squat next to the person they also wanted to protect, and stared at the "enemies" on the other side.

"Are we still competing?" Wang Jin asked in a deep voice, his eyes fixed only on Zhao Chonghuan.

"Compare!" Zhao Chonghuan took the weaving pot at hand, "Compare with this!"

"Okay, let me compete with you!" Wang Jin also asked his concubine to take over his Yue porcelain woven pot with orchids engraved on it.

The two jars were displayed on the shiny black table for a while, chirping occasionally, and it felt like a battle was about to begin.

Jiang Shengyu and Wei Ruzhi also followed, walked to Xie Changhuai's side, and took a peek inside.

Everyone looked around nervously.

Weaving promotion is different from other arts.

It is a living creature, and it must be cared for and nurtured by its owner, and it must have a deep relationship with it before it can do its best in fighting.

But the boy in front of him just borrowed one from Jia Zijing. What if the Fire Lord ignored it at all?

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Chapter completed!