Everyone immediately took a breath - this was too cruel!

The atmosphere in the hall fell into a depressing cramp with this cruel and crisp sound—

"Master, can you lend your little drum and whistle to your disciple?"

Xiao Huang Zhuzi ignored it and directly gave himself the title of Zhao Chonghuan's kissing disciple, and spontaneously picked up the drum and played.

Zhao Chonghuan glanced at him, smiled slightly on his lips, and did not object, and gave the bamboo whistle to the little kid.

Those who have clear eyes around them naturally understand the meaning of this: this young man is indeed a man who is surrounded by the princes of Jia and Xie’s mansion.

"Your defeats in these three games can be considered a good loss!"

Jia Zijing looked at the young master who was usually drunk and meat brothers on the other side, but this time he didn't give him face and insisted on bullying Zhao Chonghuan, and smiled extremely happily.

"Tell me, I lost both games, the loser will punish myself, there will be no regrets at the start, and there will be no evil with others. You said it yourself. Now, let's take off your clothes and stand upside down and learn to bark and perform?"

As he said that, he even greeted the maids and servants very diligently, "Hurry, Qu'er, serve tea for Mr. Changhuai, Mr. Jiang, and Mr. Wei! Let's sit and enjoy it slowly!"

When Jiang Sheng heard this, he pulled Xie Changhuai and Wei Ruzhi happily and sat down. He happily brought the tea cup and savored the tea while drinking it.

The faces of Lu Shijie, Fan Wenbao and his group became darker and darker with Jia Zijing's words, but they didn't say a word.

Wang Jin still calmly packed up his woven utensils and didn't talk to him.

Chen Huo Nian, Weng Qixun was filled with grief when he saw this situation.

They quietly looked at Zhao Chonghuan's ugly face, and remembered what Jia Zijing kept talking, and couldn't help but mutter in their hearts: Could this son be really a true saint possessed by the Emperor?

The beautiful concubines and Li Ji around him were naturally even more silent at this moment, unable to move, for fear of being blamed at any time.

The atmosphere was even more gelatinous than Wang Jin's stomping on his own to death just now.

A group of young men originally wanted to play with the ordinary young man who accidentally broke into their wealthy family. After all, in their daily life, this kind of play is regarded as casual and without reason.

They don’t care about other people’s self-esteem, nor do they care about the panic and helplessness that others have caused about this. They are just like weaving in a jar, but just a toy.

However, today this "toy" bit them back, and the resentment of losing all face made them just want to imitate Wang Jin, step on it, crush it left and right, and save their lives.

"Who is learning to bark? Who does something for my friend? You are allocating it!"

Jia Zijing was not afraid of adding fuel to the fire and was overjoyed. He felt that these people should be taught too much, but he completely forgot that he was so virtuous in daily life!

Lu Shijie looked around and felt that he seemed to be too arrogant when he didn't speak. And as the representative of his group of people, he naturally could not keep his head away from speaking.

He was about to speak up and pretend to be accent, but Wang Jin took the lead and said, "You can make a request to me!"

He stared at Zhao Chonghuan straight, his pretty face seemed to ease his aggressiveness just now, quite gentle, but the dark desire full of plunder and possession was like a stinger on the tail of a wasp, hidden in his eyes.

In the chilling light.

Xie Changhuai looked at the other person's eyes, his eyes were cold, and his hands seemed to be casually placed on the back of the chair where Zhao Chonghuan was sitting.

Seeing this, Wang Jin's eyes flashed.

Zhao Chonghuan basically didn't say much from beginning to end. At this moment, since the other party directly expressed his attitude towards her, he naturally smiled: "Young Master Jin, you are a little competitive just now, and I will accept the favors from you-"

She raised her hand and bowed respectfully, "I was lucky enough to win! As for the previous bet, the bet mentioned by Mr. Lu, today is Lord Pingzhang to invite you all, how can you teach you all the nobles to lose face! That bet will be

Don't count it!"

Jia Zijing was anxious when he heard this. He was about to open his mouth, but he felt that his neck was inexplicably numb and could not speak in an instant. He turned around in a daze and looked for it, with no idea.

When Lu Shijie, Fan Wenbao and others heard what Zhao Chonghuan said, their faces turned into sunshine, and they raised their hands in vain: "Brother Zhao is a lot, and I admire you!"

The people around him couldn't help but become more and more distant about Zhao Chonghuan.

"I dare not take it!" Zhao Chonghuan didn't care about other people's gazes, and just continued, "Since Mr. Jin agreed to do something for me, I'm welcome-"

She paused, and the audience suddenly became a little nervous.

But Wang Jin was still calm and looked at her.

"Today, I found a rare and strange oleander tree outside outside outside, with beautiful branches and a good product for medicine. I am obsessed with pharmacology, so I would like to ask my young master to pick some

The branch is to resolve the bet!" Zhao Chonghuan's starry eyes are as practised as a practice, respectful and polite.

As soon as these words were said, the people around were stunned.

Even Wang Jin's calm expression was stunned, and his eyes looked at the other party more thoughtfully.

After a moment of pause, he replied: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!