Chapter 242 (1/2)

After thinking about it, Zhu GuanLiang shook his fan in front of him and fanned twice. ”If I win, you have to promise me a condition.”

It's the same move again, but Zhou Leping won't be cheated any more. So he immediately shook his head and refused, ”that won't work. Who knows what you're going to ask for? To be more specific, we'll bet honestly. If we can't, I'll lose you a thousand taels of silver.”

Zhu GuanLiang looks at her in the same way as he looks at a poor man. ”Do you have money?”

No,

”That...” she couldn't figure out what she had to lose, so she had to wave her hand dejectedly, ”if I don't go, I'd better sleep at home. If I don't gamble, I won't lose.”

Zhu GuanLiang hugged her and carried her out. He told his maid to take a man's dress and pushed her to change her clothes. ”It's too slow for me to change. I'll go by myself and make a quick decision.”

Zhou Leping reluctantly picked up some spirit, changed his clothes, and two dandies swaggered all the way to the brothel during the Mid Autumn Festival.

Hua Kui was famous in the imperial capital a few months ago. At the beginning of the month, he took a float to tour the streets and dress up as a dancer in the western regions. He showed his white arms and thin waist, and held a Pipa in his arms. The string sound seemed to be playing in people's heart. Although he didn't show his true face, it also made people want to see him.

Today's morning and evening hall takes advantage of the Mid Autumn Festival to dress up Huakui girl as Chang'e running to the moon. Her arms are twined with red silk and fall from high places. The petals are dancing, just like fairies.

Zhou Leping knocked on the table, nodded and praised, ”it's worthy of Huakui. Covering his face can make so many people fascinated.”

Zhu GuanLiang looked at her, peeled off a piece of orange and put it in front of her. ”It's said that there is half Persian blood. Persia is rich in beauties. It's combined with China. I don't know what a world-famous face it is.”

He said so, Zhou Leping more curious, ”then I really want to see it.”

Her eyes are bright, staring at the dancing Huakui on the stage without blinking. If she didn't know that she was a woman, such a scene would be just like an ordinary fool.

On another table not far away from them, there were also two young men. They looked very young. If they were not extravagant, the bustard would have thought that they were not open-minded smelly boys.

One of the two young men's eyes was not on Hua Kui at all, but on the purple man across a table or two, that is, Zhu GuanLiang, who was concentrating on peeling melon seeds and oranges.

”If your father knew you came to such a place, he would certainly let you go, and my father would kill me, or we'd better go back.”