Bei Tangye's move shocked the three people present.
In Chen Botao's mind, he thought Lu Wushuang was cute and silly, and his expression was relatively normal.
Shangguan Haoyun frowned and looked at the hands held by Bei Tangye and Lu Wushuang, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes. He had personally seen the closeness between Beitang Ye and Wuchang, who played the piano in Nanfeng Pavilion.
The look in his eyes and his tone didn't sound like he was being fake at all. Could it be that Bei Tangye is a guy for both men and women?
The one with the most exaggerated expression was Chen Boxuan. His eyes were wide open with an expression of disbelief.
In his mind, Bei Tangye was of noble birth, good in both civil and military affairs, and good-looking. He was much better than him in every aspect. At this time, he was leading a fool. He did not deny that this fool was good-looking, but this
This act completely shattered Bei Tangye's noble image in his mind.
"What are you doing so stupidly? Why don't you come over and compete." Bei Tangye thoughtfully arranged for Lu Wushuang to sit down on a chair next to the competition stage. When he looked back, he saw that the three men with different expressions were all standing there stupidly.
Bei Tangye shouted, and the three of them came back to their senses, took steps, and strode towards the competition stage.
"Bo Xuan, we haven't competed for a long time, let's come up and compete."
Bei Tangye, who was standing on the competition stage, took out two wooden sticks of the same length from the weapon rack, held one in his hand, and threw the other to Chen Boxuan, who had just walked to the competition stage, and said proactively.
Raising his hand to grab it from the air, Chen Boxuan firmly grasped the wooden stick thrown by Bei Tangye and stepped onto the competition platform made of wooden boards about one foot high.
"Okay, let's have a competition. As per the old rules, the loser, Feng Yue Lou, treats guests to some flower wine."
Fengyue Tower is the largest brothel in Tiaocheng. The business is booming, the girls are beautiful, and the consumption is even higher.
Chen Boxuan walked to the opposite side of Bei Tangye and stood there. As soon as he finished speaking, he held the stick in both hands, with his feet slightly apart, and stood in a front-to-back posture, as if to start a fight.
"Bo Xuan, have you remembered wrongly? According to the past rules, whoever loses will be treated to a meal at Jufeng Tower."
Bei Tangye stood the wooden stick in his hand upright by his side, and rested one hand lazily on the wooden stick. His lazy look was in sharp contrast to the nervous look of Zhen Boxuan opposite him. His long and narrow
Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept telling lies without blushing, not wanting Lu Wushuang to know that he often went to Fengyue Tower to drink flower wine.
"Did I remember it wrong?" Being fooled by Bei Tangye's serious way of speaking, Chen Boxuan really began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his memory.
"I remember correctly, when we competed more than a month ago, I was defeated by you. Didn't I invite you to Fengyue Tower for a drink of flower wine?"
"Look at your memory. You obviously went to Jufeng Tower, but you still said it was Fengyue Tower. I think you should cleanse your mind today to avoid thinking about going to those romantic places to drink.
"Don't dare to talk to
Chen Boxuan continued to argue, fearing that he would reveal more unfavorable things. Bei Tangye's eyes turned cold, and he raised the wooden stick in his hand. The stick was like a rainbow drinking from a stream, and he attacked Chen Boxuan as fast as lightning. Chen Boxuan raised the stick and
Resist the enemy like a city wall.
The two men had ghostly figures, they could only advance or retreat within a few feet, and the shadows of sticks around them were like mountains. The fight was extremely exciting.
"Miss Lu, you eat watermelon."
When Bei Tangye and Chen Boxuan were fighting inseparably, Chen Botao brought a plate of freshly cut watermelon in front of Lu Wushuang to show his courtesy.