Listen to the king's order

The north wind is bleak, and the dead leaves are flying.

In the land of Xinwu in the northern region, the sycamore trees on both sides of the street are bare, and occasionally a few curled leaves hang there on the tops of the strong trees, and the cold wind blows and whirls.

It was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and there were not many pedestrians on the street.There are always a few street vendors who want to make a living, but they have to wrap their jackets tightly, and shrink their heads and feet in one place.

And the small two-story building located in the middle of the main street was bustling with people at the moment.

In the Northern Territory, there are different customs everywhere.But that small building has no exotic style at all. No matter in terms of architectural design or decoration materials, it is a real Central Plains style.But it was so ostentatiously built in the most conspicuous place in the city, it didn't look out of place at a glance.

The building is dignified and elegant, but it is neither an elegant place for literati to linger, nor a place for diners to taste, but a romantic place for people to indulge in luxury and money - a gambling house.

The name of the gambling house is "Huanyuan Pavilion", which is a bit interesting to say.

On weekdays, this Wishing Pavilion is indeed an ordinary gambling house.However, I hope that the pavilion master will speak first, that small bets will make you happy, but big bets will hurt your body.Since you come to gamble, you have to show your name card and leave a deposit. Those who are weak will never be allowed to go to the gambling table. This is one of them.

Second, the Wishing Pavilion opens a big gambling game every month, and the owner of the pavilion will personally gamble against each other, but the opponents only accept the emperors and grandchildren of the Northern Territory, who must have both power and financial resources.The pavilion master only gambles once, if the opponent wins, the pavilion master will unconditionally fulfill a wish for him.If the pavilion master wins, then this person will unconditionally use all the forces around him to help the pavilion master find someone.

The Wishing Pavilion has been opened in the Northern Territory for more than three years, and the owner of the pavilion personally ended about forty rounds of big gambling games, but without exception, the owner of the pavilion won.What's even more surprising is that the owner of the pavilion only hides in the private seat on the second floor for betting with others, and never reveals his true face.

After coming and going, the pavilion master was also rumored to be miraculous.

Some people say that he is superb in martial arts, and his appearance is astonishing.Some people say that he is talented and his gambling skills are unparalleled in the whole country.

Because of these rumors, the business of the Wishing Pavilion is getting better and better. People who come to gamble with posts are about to break through the threshold, and this monthly big bet is even more eye-catching.

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It's cold and windy outside, but the tent inside is warm and fragrant.

The casino on the first floor of the wishing pavilion is full of boiling water, and the gambling tables are full of people.The dice rattled in the sandalwood dice cup, and the shouts of buying and leaving hands kept coming and going.

On the second floor, a man's figure was vaguely outlined by the light blue gauze tent.

The man was standing on the seat in a snow-colored gown, and was holding a greeting card in his hand. His long fingers like shaving onions fell on the gilt paper, and it was faintly visible that there were delicate orchids embroidered on his cuffs.

Seeing from a distance, the white shadow is hidden in the gauze curtain, the appearance of that person is not clear, and there is an illusion that "the person on Moshang is like jade".

Jiang Qichen's complexion was cold, with a pair of frivolous peach blossom eyes, but his gestures were gentle and peaceful.

With the placards in his hands together, Jiang Qichen sat down slowly.

On the left is a small gilt three-legged censer, which is lit with his usual agarwood incense, and the smoke is densely rising.On the right hand side is a celadon pot, soaked with the best Biluochun, the porcelain cover is half covered, steaming up, intermingling with the fragrant mist of the deep water, and flying out of the tent through the light gauze.

Jiang Qichen put the greeting card on the table and made a muffled sound.

He picked up the celadon cup in his hand, and the lid of the cup slipped through the tea water unhurriedly, brushing off a layer of young leaves, and creating a wave of water.Said in a deep voice: "When did Shenchuan Mufu have a third young master?"

Jing Xing lowered his body slightly, and leaned closer to his ear: "Master, I have sent someone to check, and there are indeed three sons in Shen Chuan Mu Wang's Mansion. But this youngest son has been weak since he was a child, and the fortune teller said he was not lucky, so he beat him up." He was sent to a monastery to be raised, and he is not very well-known. It was only recently that Lord Mu was seriously ill, so he came back specially."

"Oh?" Jiang Qichen lowered his head and took a sip of the tea, which was hot and slightly bitter: "Mu Wangfu's situation is weak, so it shouldn't be taken into consideration."

Jing Xing showed embarrassment: "Master, you have used the emperors and grandchildren of the Northern Territory almost all these years, but there is still no news. If this continues, it won't be long before there will be no one in the Northern Territory to use."

As soon as the lid of the cup in his hand fell off, Jiang Qichen let out a heavy breath, and he slightly closed his eyelashes, as if he was a little tired: "Forget it, something is better than nothing."

"Master, you are too tired..." Jing Xing looked at Jiang Qichen distressedly, and stretched out his hand to press the man's forehead: "You have been looking for five years, but nothing came back, maybe Brother Lu Ming Long ago..."

Jiang Qichen's body froze, he waved Jing Xing's hand down with a flick of his sleeve, and his eyes darkened: "The more he can't find it, the more it means that someone has hidden him. You go down first, don't let me hear such words again." to the second time."

Jing Xing withdrew his hand resentfully: "Yes."

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Outside the wishing pavilion, the sound of horseshoes came one after another.

"Woo—" Once the reins stopped, the horse's hooves raised slightly, and Mu Feng, the third young master of the Shenchuan Mu Mansion, jumped off the horse neatly.

Along the way, Mu Feng's face turned blue from the cold, and his knuckles were a little stiff from holding the rein for a long time. He tucked his hands into the thick fox fur and rubbed them vigorously. Then he regained consciousness and turned the horse. Lead it to the boy who comes up to meet him.

A man around 50 years old came over, he cupped his hands to Mu Feng, and respectfully said: "I am the manager of the Huanyuan Pavilion. The pavilion master is here today to face the third young master of Shenchuan Mufu. I wonder if it is Your Excellency?"

Mu Feng raised the corners of his mouth and smiled warmly.Reaching into the fox fur, he tore off a wooden sign from his waist, handed it to the steward, and said politely: "This is the famous brand of Mu Mansion, please identify it."

The steward took the name tag, inspected it carefully, and then returned the name tag to Mu Feng: "The pavilion master has been waiting for a long time, please invite the third young master to join the cabinet."

"Thank you." Mu Feng turned sideways, and said to the guards of the Mu Mansion who were following behind, "You are waiting here, Donna will accompany you."

The door of the pavilion was opened, and the steward raised the thick curtain in front of him, and a warmth and fragrance came over his face.

Mu Feng closed his eyes, sniffed lightly, and said with a smile, "What kind of fragrance is this? It smells so good."

The steward: "Third young master, this is the pavilion master's favorite agarwood, brought from the Central Plains, not available in the Northern Territory."

"Hmm..." Mu Feng lowered his eyelashes, with regret on his face: "It's really a pity."

The floor of the votive pavilion is covered with a thin printed blanket, which is light and soft to step on.Mu Feng looked curiously at the casino on the first floor, where the tables and dice cups were intertwined, and the tabletops were like strands of gold and silver, and praised: "It's so lively."

"Today is indeed more lively than usual." The steward made a gesture of invitation, brought Mu Feng to an empty gambling table, and said with a smile, "Thanks to the third young master."

Mu Feng waved his hand: "You're joking."

The fox fur that Mu Feng was wearing today had a red crane embroidered on its white fur.It's okay if he doesn't move, but when he moves, the flamingo seems to come to life, flapping its wings as if about to fly high.

Among the gamblers watching the excitement, someone finally noticed his existence.

I saw that the casino, which was still buzzing with people just now, suddenly became quiet.

As far as the eyes could see, a tall and handsome young man stood there with a smile on his face.Behind him, followed by a stern-looking woman in black.

Several heaters were lit in the pavilion, everyone was dressed in thin clothes, and Shan Mufeng wrapped her fox fur tightly as if she didn't mind the heat.Sensing the eyes of the people around him, Mu Feng was slightly taken aback, and then put on a polite and distant smile.

Jiang Qichen was sitting on the second floor, lowering his head and fiddled with a pot of bluegrass in his hand. When he heard the downstairs suddenly quiet down, he knew that it was the third young master of the Mu family who had come.He raised his head slightly, but saw that the man's back was facing him. From his angle, he could only see the fiery red crane on Mu Feng's back.

The lively crowd surrounded Mu Feng in twos and threes, blocking Mu Feng instantly.

"The master of the pavilion is setting up a game here today, and he invited the young master Mu from the Shenchuan Mu Mansion." The steward said loudly: "The rules remain the same, the two shake the cup and throw the dice to compare the size, and the winner will be determined in one game. The winner must unconditionally replace him." The other party fulfilled a wish..."

The steward clapped his hands, and a servant came over with a tray.

There were pens and ink and a piece of paper in the tray, and the servant laid them out on the gaming table in an orderly manner.

The manager went on to say: "Young Master Mu, this is an oath. Once it is signed, you cannot go back on it, otherwise I will pursue it to the end."

The last four words are extremely solemn and have a convincing deterrent effect.

Mu Feng chuckled and said slowly, "That's natural."

In the private room on the second floor, the figure in the gauze tent suddenly paused heavily.

Jiang Qichen's fingertips trembled as he pinched the orchid leaves. The orchid grass he cherished most on weekdays withered instantly in his hands.

Mu Feng gently untied the tie of the fox fur, and slowly took off the white piece and handed it to Duo Na.I saw that he was wearing a water blue wide-sleeved gown under the fox fur, with a large cloud floating on the lapel, making him look like a dream.

He lightly picked up the writing brush on the table, and lifted his wide cuffs, revealing the dragon-carved wristbands made of white jade.He dipped some pen and ink, flipped his wrist, and wrote his name on the paper in a chic manner.

The light veil fluttered behind him, a gust of wind blew from nowhere in the warm pavilion, and a white shadow flew past quickly.

Just as Mu Feng was about to lift the pen, someone grabbed his wrist forcefully. With a flick of the pen tip, the newly completed end pen forcibly drew a long black line on the paper, which really ruined the beauty.

Frowning, Mu Feng looked to the side suspiciously: "You..."

No one could clearly see how Jiang Qichen appeared here suddenly, his movements were so fast that it made people smack their tongues, like a flying bird that came silently and silently.

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"Is this... is this the owner of the Wishing Pavilion?"

"It must be. This is the stature I saw in the gauze tent before!"

"My God! I really made a lot of money today, and I actually saw the true face of the owner of the Wishing Pavilion! It really is as rumored, with extraordinary talents, like a fairy!"

"..."

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Jiang Qichen looked at Mu Feng in disbelief, and sized him up from head to toe.

The person he had been thinking about for five years, the person whose martial arts and veins were broken by his own hands, stood in front of him in good condition.In such an unexpected way, it appeared in his life again.

Unconsciously exerting force in his palm, Jiang Qichen felt that the touch of his hand was not flesh and blood, but a hard piece.

Jiang Qichen lowered his head and lifted Mu Feng's wide sleeves, revealing the white jade wristband wrapped around his wrist.

He tremblingly asked: "What is this..."

Jiang Qichen's hands were astonishingly strong, Mu Feng struggled a few times but did not break free.

He clearly saw a series of changes on Jiang Qichen's face, from disbelief at the beginning, to sadness, and then to the joy of regaining the loss.

Duana, the woman in black who had been following Mu Feng all this time, threw the long sword in her hand across Jiang Qichen's neck with fierce eyes.

Mu Feng waved her hand, and explained in a deep voice: "It is the custom in Shenchuan that unmarried men must wear white jade wristbands."

Jiang Qichen didn't know whether he didn't hear clearly or didn't understand, he just stared at Mu Feng in a dazed way: "What?"

Mu Feng lowered his expression, seemed a little displeased, but out of courtesy, he could only hold back: "Brother, are you the owner of the Wishing Pavilion?"

"Ming...Ming'er..."

His expression remained motionless, and he looked strangely and distantly at Jiang Qichen: "Mu Feng in Xia Shen Chuan, did you recognize the wrong person, brother?"

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