Chapter 1 I Bet My Winter Paintings Are Not as Good!
"Master Zhao will foot the bill for all drinks tonight!"
The Red Sleeve Tower in Heaven and Earth.
Although it is a brothel that just opened today, the business is extremely booming.
This is due to the attractive and charming girls, the various ways of playing in the building, and the novel forms.
The turtle on the bird table smiled and said loudly, drawing everyone's attention to the best viewing table on the second floor.
A man wearing a white brocade suit and a weak crown held a folding fan in his hand and looked down with a playful look.
The guests looked around and when they saw it was Zhao Cheng, they all started shouting.
"I was just wondering which Mr. Zhao is so generous. It is indeed the Young Master!!"
"Thank you, Mr. Xiang! Let's just drink and have fun, but it's disrespectful!"
"I just like the young prime minister's prodigal... bold and generous temperament!"
In response to these false thanks, Zhao Cheng was too lazy to get up and waved his folding fan casually.
At this time, a young man on the second floor yelled: "Xiao Xiangye, just waste your family and ruin your family. Don't just buy drinks, why don't you just pay for the whole meal!"
Behind Zhao Cheng stood a pair of young men and women. The man had a fierce look on his face, with scars on his face. The girl had delicate features, was petite and pretty, and stood in great contrast with the man.
Hearing this, the man drew out a section of his saber.
Zhao Cheng suppressed his hand and glared at him: "Zhao Wu, can you change your habit of drawing your sword at every turn?"
"Master, they are disrespectful to you..."
"What did they say? Didn't they just encourage me to treat guests? I, the dignified leader of the four young masters of Yanchuan, will lack this little money?"
"That's right! Our prime minister is not short of money!!" Someone immediately started to cheer.
"But I won't invite you!"
Zhao Cheng was lying on the fence on the second floor, pointing his folding fan at the booing people, laughing and scolding: "You bastards just say it if you want me to be unlucky, but if you want to get free prostitution from me, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place!"
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"Hahaha, Mr. Xiang is very particular!" bursts of laughter suddenly came from the guests.
Treating guests without inviting prostitutes is the rule that young men like Yanchuan believe in.
It is said that whoever invites you will be unlucky and lose gambling for a year.
After the turtle descended from the stage, several geishas in enchanting costumes went up to the stage to sing and dance.
The fiery dancing and bold moves had never been seen in other brothels. All the young men were dumbfounded and almost stretched out their hands in their throats.
The suspended small stage above the bird stage has three compartments, all of which are enclosed. The lights suddenly light up inside, each showing a black silhouette.
The black silhouette danced with the music, making her figure even more graceful, and giving people a sense of curiosity about not knowing the true face of Mount Lu. The guests screamed one after another.
“This brothel owner is really a genius!!”
The guests were excited and praised the boss. It seemed that the young masters in Yanchuan would have another corrupt place in the future.
Zhao Cheng disagreed with this and asked, "Is Xu An coming yet?"
"Come, definitely come! My eyeliner is reliable!"
As soon as Zhao Wu finished speaking, a group of people walked up to the second floor and walked towards Zhao Cheng in a mighty manner. The young man at the head swayed left and right, walking like a stranger.
Zhao Cheng stood up and pointed at the man, shouting with joy: "Little Marquis!!"
"Xiao Xiangye!!" The man happily came over and hugged Zhao Cheng, patted Zhao Cheng on the back and asked: "You recognize me from such a distance?"
"You're such a bitch, I'll recognize you as soon as you walk in!"
"Hahaha, what a coincidence, I also came in after smelling your arrogance!"
The two of them let go, and then sat down facing each other with sullen faces, with indifferent expressions on their faces, as if the enthusiasm just now had never happened. Each other's entourage was not surprised, it was already a habit.
Xu An asked: "What are you going to do today?"
Zhao Cheng said: "It's up to you."
Xu An said proudly: "I won last time, you have the final say on what to bet on this time!"
"Then I'm not welcome." Zhao Cheng leaned back, raised his legs and crossed them on the table, which made Xu An's eyelids twitch.
Sitting without looking good, vulgar!
Not particular!
But this posture is quite naughty and you need to learn it!
Zhao Cheng pointed to the dancing silhouettes on the small stage and said, "Let's bet on how beautiful those three silhouettes are."
Xu An also imitated Zhao Cheng's posture and put his legs up. He even shook his head and said, "But it's possible, but the level of beauty needs to be a certain standard, right?"
Zhao Cheng pulled the woman next to Zhao Wu over and said: "My maid Dong Hua, let her be the standard and bet on whether the silhouette is as beautiful as Dong Hua. How about that?"
"Dong Hua, this is your sweetheart, Mr. Xiang, okay!" Xu An looked at Dong Hua with a squinting look, and said with a smile, "Xiao Xiang brought his maid to the brothel. He is really good at playing, why not...
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"Why don't you die! Stop trying to play with my winter paintings. If you want to play, just start playing!"
"Hey hey start start!"
"Come one by one." Zhao Cheng looked at the small stage and said: "Starting from the left, I bet the first one is not as good-looking as Dong Hua."
"Winter paintings are white and tender, and I am prepared to bet that the silhouette is not as good as winter paintings. But since Mr. Xiang made the bet first, I will bet that it is better-looking than winter paintings."
Xu An withdrew his eyes from Dong Hua's eyes, rubbed his fingers, and said, "How much?"
"Ten thousand taels."
Xu An was stunned: "Is it such a big deal?"
"Your father has been promoted to the Western Capital, but the young Marquis cannot afford to play anymore?"
"I saw that you lost too much last time and I was afraid that you would run out of money!"
Zhao Cheng raised his hand, and Zhao Wu bent down to pick up a box and put it on the table. He opened the box a crack, and suddenly silver light came out.
Zhao Cheng said: "Let's have something refreshing. Let's bet and settle now!"
"Exciting! I just like the spirit of Mr. Xiang!"
Xu An stood up excitedly, as if the box of silver already belonged to him, and said: "But the comments on beauty and ugliness vary from person to person. Just the two of us can't say it. We have to find at least a dozen witnesses, right?"
"Then let's find ten judges from today's guests. They are all sluts who hang out in brothels all day long, so their eyesight will definitely be good. No, we have to find an odd number, so let's find nine!"
"Good idea. But this project was decided by you, and I have to find the nine judges."
"Please, little Marquis."
After learning about the bet between Zhao Cheng and Xu An, these young men from Yanchuan all signed up enthusiastically, and soon nine of them were brought over by Xu An.
The Little Marquis Xu An is as famous as the Young Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, ranking second among the Four Young Masters of Yanchuan.
These two young men have never dealt with each other. They used to beat and scold each other when they met. Later, they stopped fighting when they grew up and switched to gambling. They called it literary and artistic exchanges to settle the old feud, but in fact they wanted each other to lose everything.
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"The judges are here, let's start!" Xu An sat down and put his legs on the table. Not to mention, the more he lay down in this position, the more comfortable he became.
Zhao Cheng knocked on the table and said, "Where are your chips?"
Xu An raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and an old man behind him immediately handed him a stack of banknotes.
He shook his legs and said proudly: "I feel bad if I don't bring enough money when I go out!"
Zhao Cheng glanced at Xu An's mean look and nodded towards Zhao Wu.
The process had already been discussed with Mr. Turtle in the brothel. Zhao Wu made a gesture to Mr. Turtle, and the black silhouette in the first compartment sped up the rhythm of twisting, and even made movements that made people's blood rush.
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At the same time, the surrounding partitions slowly rose, gradually revealing feet, legs, waist, chest, chin...
After the true face of the first black silhouette was revealed, everyone's expressions were stagnant.
"Isn't this Miss Xiangchen?"
"She is the top star of Tianxiang Tower, but she just comes to dance in heaven and earth?"
"My God, this is such a masterpiece in heaven and earth! So heroic!!"
Xu An glanced at Zhao Cheng proudly, and then looked at the nine young men who had become 'judges'.
"Please give me a review. Who is more beautiful, the winter painting girl or the fragrant dust girl?"
But Dong Hua said first: "No need to comment, in terms of appearance, I am not as good as Miss Xiangchen."
Xu An said with a smile: "You have to admit defeat? Aren't you afraid of your master's punishment?"
Zhao Cheng hugged Dong Hua's slender waist and said with a smile: "My Dong Hua is self-aware, which is a good quality! Not only will he not be punished, he will also be rewarded greatly when he returns home!"
Saying that, Zhao Cheng cast an ambiguous look at Dong Hua, who smiled shyly, which made Xu An feel itchy in his heart.
"Then I'm welcome!" Xu An winked to the left and right, and then took the box containing the silver off the table.
"You lose the first one, but you continue to bet on the second one."
"My remand is not as beautiful as Dong Hua."
"Hahaha, Zhao Cheng, you are so stupid!" Xu An laughed loudly and said: "Miss Xiangchen is the number one in Tianxiang Tower, but she can only dance in this world. What does it mean? It means that there are so many beautiful girls in heaven and earth.
Yes! Although this girl Dong Hua is not bad looking, the girls here are definitely prettier than Dong Hua!"
"With so much nonsense, I bet my winter paintings are not as good looking!!"
Zhao Cheng thought for a moment, tapped his fingertips on the table, and said: "I bet... ten thousand taels!"
Xu An said disdainfully: "Another ten thousand taels? The second one has to be at least doubled, right?"
Zhao Cheng said: "What are you thinking about? I'm talking about ten thousand taels of gold!!"
Xu An's expression suddenly changed and he looked at Zhao Cheng blankly.
What is the concept of ten thousand taels of gold?
