Xu Fu turned around and looked at the table, shaking his head and sighing: "It's hard for that kid..."
Meng Laoshuai glanced at it and snorted: "Why is it so difficult? You just have to wait and see. You can make him toss in a while. This kid has no other skills. He just comes and goes to stir up trouble."
Li Xiu also smiled and said: "What the old commander said is that I have confidence in this boy. With him here, today... it will be peaceful."
Meng Laoshuai rubbed his temples: "Fortunately, I have this boy... The Supreme Emperor is really... alas today!"
Xu Fu brushed his long snow-white beard: "It's strange. It's really hard to find anyone in the world who dares to square off at this table, but this young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old can do it."
While the three bosses were sighing, the table that everyone was secretly paying attention to really became lively.
He saw Jiang Fan with one foot on the stool and a chopstick cage in his hand, shaking it loudly. As he shook it, he muttered: "The God of Gambling is the best at betting on the gods, and the descendants of the God of Gambling are the smartest!"
"Pah!" The chopstick cage was clasped on the table, he opened a crack to take a look, and shouted directly: "Eight six!"
The Supreme Emperor on the opposite side snorted, took a peek, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Ten-five!"
Gao Qi: "Twelve threes."
Jiang Fan gritted his teeth: "Fifteen sixes!"
Empress: "Open!"
Jiang Fan:......
Everyone:…
The Gao family's banquet was good, let's not talk about the taste, but it was better than wild.
A large restaurant, a big and powerful wine bowl, a big piece of fat meat, and the fine wine of mortals.
But no one could let go at first. First of all, this was the Gao family, the God of Death family. They were trembling with fear before they came. What's more, no one expected that both the Emperor and the Empress were here.
Everyone was just worried that the murderous spirit between the two would bring disaster to Chiyu.
But in the end, this place that should have been extremely dull was suddenly brought to disaster by Prince Jiang.
Although the empress was calm and composed, and although Gao Qi was silent, they were both playing games. And they had been worried that the Supreme Emperor was looking for trouble and was just chatting with Prince Jiang and doing nothing else.
From then on, the banquet quietly became lively. In the end, the old Qin people's true nature was exposed again, and they rolled up their sleeves and went shopping.
Finally, under the leadership of Prince Jiang, a bunch of ghosts and monsters exploded at the scene.
The old commander sighed: "Look, what did I say..."
Xu Fu also breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, everything seems to be fine today."
Li Xiu didn't interrupt. Over there, he was holding a wine bowl and fighting with the servant Chen He shirtless. They were all red-eyed.
Meng Laoshuai, who was finally relieved, glanced sideways at Xu Fu: "I'm talking about the Imperial Master, I heard that your old boy has a good drinker..."
Xu Fu lifted his white beard and said: "Old lion, you may not be able to drink with a big mouth!"
"Old bastard, are you looking for trouble?"
"Old man, are you afraid of you?"
…
After the scene rose, the table disappeared.
Because the Supreme Emperor had drunk too much, although he was still shouting his dissatisfaction, he could no longer sit firmly, so he was put on the carriage by the old eunuch Gong Yu.
The Supreme Emperor even got his head out of the car window and looked at the three people seeing him off with drunken eyes: "You... you all, just... wait for me... today, no, it is not over! I haven't... not... Lose! Blood...Fight to the bitter end, I, I will kill all of you..."
Jiang Fan was dragged by Gao Qi, seven of them were dissatisfied and eight were angry: "The Supreme Emperor! You, you can't afford to lose! Just now, just now... I owed three cups! Another day, come... come to the door and fight again !”
Gong Yu quickly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, the Supreme Emperor is very happy today. He drank too much. I will send the Supreme Emperor back to the mountain right now..."
The empress still looked calm: "Gong Yu... It's raining in the palace, and it's raining even more outside. It's okay to stay in Tangwu."
Gong Yu lowered her eyes: "Yes, yes..."
The empress looked at him: "Go back and kill all the eight hundred guards of the Supreme Emperor. Each of the three thousand defenders will be whipped thirty times. The entire team will be cut in half, and the captains and above will be killed. Nine tribes will be killed."
Gong Yu trembled all over: "Old slave, obey, obey the order..."
The empress looked at him: "You, cut off one of your arms and hang it at the front door to dry."
Gong Yu knelt down with a pop, her whole body like chaff: "Old slave, I know my mistake, and I will obey His Majesty's will."
The empress stopped talking.
Gong Yucai trembled: "Slave, resign..."
The carriage creaked away, and the Supreme Emperor lowered his head from the window: "Kill...kill! Kill! Eight hundred sixes..."
The carriage gradually drove into darkness. Gao Qi let go of Jiang Fan's hand and turned back to the lobby.
But Jiang Fan rubbed his face and smiled bitterly: "Is it necessary..."
The empress said calmly: "My will is that the Supreme Emperor must not perform a soup witch."
Jiang Fan looked at her: "For my sake..."
The empress looked at Jiang Fan: "For your sake, I have already reserved my hand. Today, you are good..."
After that, he turned around and boarded the chariot to leave.
Jiang Fan took a deep breath. The winter night air was extremely cold, and when he breathed it in, it was bone-chilling. Even burning the knife didn't bring him any warmth...
A wedding banquet left Prince Jiang drunk for three days.
Yuwen Chengxin came to bring hot soup more than once, but was persuaded to go back by the old guy.
"But... drinking so much wine without drinking some soup will harm your health..." Yu Wencheng said worriedly.
The old guy sighed: "He feels uncomfortable...don't worry about it. If you don't get up, you won't be able to hear what happened. Let him sleep."
Yu Wencheng didn't know why, but he had no choice but to leave.
The old guy was holding the hot soup and sipping it. He looked at Jiang Fan, who was staring blankly above him with his eyes open on the bed, and hummed softly: "No future..."
After a long while, Jiang Fan's lips moved: "I should have thought of it, I should have stopped it..."
The old guy said: "Idiot! What should you have thought of? You shouldn't! What should you do? You shouldn't!"
Jiang Fan's eyes were bloodshot and he looked confused: "Yes...yes...shouldn't, shouldn't..."
The old guy sighed: "Well, you are not a saint or a Bodhisattva. Don't take yourself too seriously. Have a good sleep. Life will go on."
Jiang Fan said blankly: "One day...can we no longer die?"
The old guy said: "Then you have to die first."
"Must... die?" Jiang Fan looked confused.
"In troubled times, we should pay due respect." The old guy said seriously: "What kind of world do you think this is?"
Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "Yes, without the means of vajra, how can we talk about the heart of a Bodhisattva..."
The old guy looked at him with complicated eyes: "...So, that girl is right, you understand."
With a chuckle, Jiang Fan turned his head and looked at a food box on the table: "Did she send it to you?"
The old guy said: "It's not easy, she can do this for you."
Jiang Fan stared blankly for a while, then struggled to get up and leaned on the bed: "Then... give me something to drink."
The old guy looked at the food box: "It's been cold for three days."
Jiang Fan raised the corners of his mouth numbly: "Winter...is very cold...it can't be damaged..."
The old guy couldn't help but shake his head and let out a long sigh...
