I became a tyrant's rainbow fart [Transmigration Book]

Song Pu finally went to play cards with Song Qianyuan.

However, it is not the card game for promotion that Song Qianyuan said, but the modern poker game.

He made a deck of playing cards out of bamboo slices, and after popularizing the rules with Song Qianyuan, the two played a round. Song Qianyuan became completely interested, and after a while, his circle of cronies began to play, too.

Naturally, this kind of game can only be interesting if you have to gamble a little bit, so Song Pu took advantage of his familiarity and won a lot of money, his face was flushed with excitement.

Song Qianyuan wailed: "Cousin, be gentle, I only get 20 taels of pocket money a month!"

The other sons also lost a lot, but none of them was discouraged. They rolled up their sleeves and muttered, "Keep going, I don't believe I can't win!"

Poker has been popular for so long, even suitable for all ages, so it naturally has its own boundless charm.

Soon, not only the young masters in their circle learned to play poker, but even the whole of Yanjing became popular with this new type of card game.

For a while, Song Pu became a well-known figure in Yanjing, because Song Qianyuan was very proud to publicize: "This poker was made by my cousin. He is very smart. Let me tell you, my cousin plays poker. Never lost!"

Because of Song Qianyuan, Song Pu successfully squeezed into the social circle of dandies, changing tables and playing cards every day, his small treasury became more and more abundant, and gradually he was so happy that he couldn't find Bei.

Then he came up with mahjong, and the popular entertainment in Yanjing gradually changed to playing poker and mahjong.

Both of these entertainments can be attended by many people, so they can be very lively.

Song Pu is not afraid of losing. He is actually quite rich. The job in the East Palace also has a salary. Coupled with the subsidies from his parents and brothers, he actually has a lot of money in his small coffers. What's more, he hardly loses much. Pass.

His father also loves to play mahjong, and there are many people in his family. He always goes to the poker table and mahjong table to fight on New Years and holidays. He has his father's true biography, so naturally he will not be far behind.

What's more, both mahjong and poker have a bit of luck, and his luck is not bad, so he has won many battles.

In this way, he gradually gained some fame.

Song Guogong was worried that he would lose his ambition like this, but Song's mother said: "It is enough for Zhiyun to be promising. At Apu's age, if he has nothing else to do, then let him go."

Song Guogong sighed and said: "I don't know why he has offended His Majesty, I feel uneasy."

Song's mother paused, and said, "I forgot to ask Apu to show the imperial decree."

Song Guogong also forgot, so he hurriedly sent someone to find Song Pu and asked him to take out the decree.

Song Pu was playing mahjong with Song Qianyuan and the others in the house. When he heard Song Guogong asking for the imperial edict, he wanted to open his mouth to call for the lantern to get it, but he swallowed the words again, and said to the poker players: "I'm going to get the things. Be honest. Come on, don't peek at my cards."

Song Qianyuan smiled so that two big dimples appeared, looking very sweet, "Cousin, go quickly, I will help you look after them!"

Song Pu didn't believe him. After playing with Song Qianyuan these days, he understood that he was the one who liked to play tricks the most. He would definitely not miss the opportunity to peek at the cards, so he said to the other young masters: "You help me look at the cards." Him, don't let him peek at my cards."

The others nodded their heads, "Brother Song, don't worry, we will help you watch him!"

Although these children love to play, they are much more upright than Song Qianyuan. Song Pu trusted him, so he left with confidence.

He took out the imperial decree from the box. To be honest, since he got it, he put it in the box without even looking at it. Now that he is in a peaceful mood, he dares to open it.

When Tan Taiyi wrote this imperial decree, he should have been angry in his heart, so the words on the imperial decree seemed a bit cold, neither praised him nor derogated him, that is to say, the emperor sympathized with him, so there were only two lines .

Song Pu took a closer look, rolled it up carefully, and sent it to Song Guogong.

Song Guogong looked at it, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Why is there no jade seal and your majesty's private seal?"

There are two seal procedures for the imperial decree of the Kingdom of Liang, one is the seal of the jade seal representing the supreme power, and the other is the seal representing the emperor's personal will. Neither of these two seals was seen by Song Guogong on this imperial edict. It can be said that This is a piece of waste paper.

Song Guogong confirmed that this imperial decree really did not have these two seals, and asked in disbelief: "Is this really an imperial edict from His Majesty?"

Song Pu didn't pay much attention to it. When Song Guogong said that there was no seal, he didn't think too much for a while, "Of course it's true, what's wrong?"

Song Guogong turned the back and looked at it, and said, "No, how could Your Majesty make such a mistake."

Song Pu asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Guogong took a look at him and said, "This imperial decree is like waste paper without a seal."

Song Pu was confused for a moment, and soon understood what Song Guogong said. He also hesitated, "...Why didn't the seal be stamped?"

Song Guogong's tone became meaningful, "Yes, why didn't the seal be stamped."

Song Pu: "..."

Song Guogong put away the imperial decree, smiled at Song Pu, and said: "It seems that your majesty is scaring you. The old man is right. His majesty is so old, and he still has a young heart. It is not hopeless."

Song Pu: "..."

Why do you say it out loud, can't you just let him be happy for a few more days?

Song Pu sat on the poker table again, and began to lose his mind, but he could barely focus on the poker table. He glanced at the children and asked, "Didn't you see my cards?"

A few people looked away guiltily, Song Pu understood clearly, and said, "Go ahead."

Sure enough, this one lost.

Probably because of peeking at the cards, Song Qianyuan didn't dare to be complacent, and even felt a little embarrassed to accept Song Pu's money, so he just said: "Cousin, I have never won, let me win once and I will play with you next time." Aww."

Song Pu was willing to admit defeat and insisted on giving him money, but he was not in the mood to play any more.

His mind is full of the words Song Guogong said, what does it mean to scare him, does it look like he is joking when he says he is going home?

Seeing that he stopped playing, Song Qianyuan winked at a few friends, and a young man said, "Brother Song, there is a Lantern Poetry Festival on West Street today, do you want to come out to play?"

Song Pu came back to his senses and asked, "Are there any today?"

The young man said: "That's right, it's today. I heard from Qian Yuan that you haven't been to such a lively place, so we thought about taking you to see it. If you are interested, let's go out to play at night."

Song Pu naturally agreed.

These children are generally one or two years younger than his body, and they have the same interests and hobbies, and they have common topics, so they can play together. Coupled with the intersection at the poker table during these times, the relationship has gradually become harmonious. .

That night, after Song Pu had dinner, he went out with Song Qianyuan.

Yanjing is actually very prosperous. Although there is a curfew, it will be postponed until ten o'clock in the evening during this special festival, so they have five hours to wander the streets.

It is only on this special festival that Yunying's unmarried girls can come out accompanied by maidservants.

However, the ethos of this dynasty is to be ashamed of ladies showing their faces in public, so these girls have to cover their faces with veils when they go out, so as not to let strange men look at their faces.

Song Pu did meet a few women who did not cover their faces, but their hair was all in a woman's bun, so they were not counted as girls.

Song Pu is about 175, which is actually considered tall, but these teenagers are probably born with good nutrition and can keep up with them. They are all relatively precocious. The youngest is only 14 years old, and they are already as tall as Song Pu's ears. Even Song Qianyuan was about the same height as him, but when he got to the street, he realized that there are still many men with a height of 1.6 meters.

West Street is the most prosperous street in Yanjing. The largest market in Yanjing is on West Street. Many foreign caravans will be stationed in West Street, selling specialties collected from various countries. If you come to play on weekdays, you can always Amoy to a lot of novel gadgets.It's just that now because of the festival, all vendors will put exquisite and beautiful lanterns on their stalls, and use riddles and poems as introductions to attract tourists to stop.

Song Pu doesn't know how to write poems, and he doesn't quite understand what these riddles mean, so he can only look at Song Qianyuan and others to guess the riddles.

Song Qianyuan was lucky. He guessed the answer correctly and won a very small and beautiful hexagonal cornice palace lantern. He held the lantern and said to Song Pu happily: "Second cousin, I did spy on you today." I want to win you so much, I'm really sorry, this lantern will be your apology, next time we will play mahjong together."

The kid was also sincere, and Song Pu didn't bother with him at all. Hearing what he said, he was not polite, and took the lantern directly, "Thank you then."

Song Qianyuan saw that he was hurt, the smile on his face became bigger, and the two dimples looked very sweet, "Second cousin, look at me, I will win you some beautiful lanterns for you to put in the yard to play with." .”

After all, I happily went to squeeze the booth with a few friends.

Song Pu stayed where he was, admiring the exquisite handicraft-like lantern in his hand. Before he had looked at it for a long time, there was a loud noise in his ears, and someone bumped his shoulder. Unable to stand still, he fell backwards.

At this time, one hand supported his back, hugged him, and helped him stabilize his figure, "Are you all right?"

Followed by a somewhat familiar warm voice.