Listen to the king's order

The sudden turn of events surprised everyone present. The common people who had come to join in the fun of the big gamble turned to look at the two arguing men in front of them with a mentality of watching the show.

The Northern Territory is open to the people, and these two men are both handsome, but judging from their expressions, one is indifferent and distant, and the other is affectionate.No matter what, it looks like she can't love her, and she has a deep love for sadomasochism.

Jiang Qichen's face darkened, and he was about to leave while grabbing Mu Feng's hand: "You follow me."

"Hey, wait..." Mu Feng hurriedly grabbed Jiang Qichen's arm: "Brother, are you the pavilion master? I'm here today to make a wish. If you are the pavilion master, you will bet with me."

Jiang Qichen: "I'll give you whatever you want."

Mu Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, and the doubts on his face deepened: "This...isn't it good."

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"That's right, I don't even gamble!"

"The rules are set by you yourself. The dice haven't been rolled yet, so why do you agree to everything..."

"If this is the case, then can people who come here in the future also be able to ask for wishes at will?"

"..."

As soon as Jiang Qichen said a word, discussions in the gambling hall immediately erupted.

Mu Feng caught a glimpse of Jiang Qichen's increasingly gloomy face, and grabbed his arm forcefully, pulling his claws off his wrist.

"It seems that you are the owner of the pavilion." He walked to the table in two steps, picked up the deed paper on the table, and spread it in front of Jiang Qichen, pointing to the signature at the bottom with his slender fingers: "Here, I have already signed it. Although it was a bit ugly when you made a mess of it just now, you can't deny it in black and white."

Jiang Qichen took the deed paper from him, and fixed his gaze on the two words on the white paper - Mu Feng.

The pen is loose and powerful, wanton and unruly, like Ling Shuang's arrogance, which is indeed Lu Ming's consistent handwriting.

The fingertips couldn't help trembling, leaving a crease on the thin paper.

The steward walked up to Jiang Qichen, hesitated for a moment and said, "Pavilion Master, look at this game..."

"Needless to say." Jiang Qichen raised his hand at him: "Let's bet."

Mu Feng smiled when he heard the words, walked to the other side of the gambling table with his hands behind his back, his eyes flicked across the casino one by one as if admiring, deliberately ignoring the gaze that was always glued to him.

The servant respectfully brought a set of gambling equipment, which was extremely simple: a dice and a dice cup.

The big gambling game once a month is also the highlight of the gambling for the common people.They bet on the two one after another, guessing who will be the winner of this month.However, with the lessons learned in the past three years, almost everyone will buy the pavilion master now, so they can only win back the principal each time.

This time, no exception.As soon as the gambling equipment was brought out, the table at the other end where Jiang Qichen was was already covered with white money, piled high.On the other hand, on Mu Feng's side, only a few copper coins were scattered.

Seeing how desolate he was, Mu Feng couldn't help chuckling, and teased, "Everyone really thinks highly of me."

The steward put the dice into the dice cup, stood in the middle of the table, and said solemnly: "The outcome of the game is determined, and the one with the most points wins. Pavilion Master, Mr. Mu, who should invite first?"

"Hey, I'll come first." Without waiting for Jiang Qichen to answer, Mu Feng first took the dice cup in his hand, and said plausibly, "There will be a lot of pressure in the back, the Pavilion Master doesn't mind?"

Jiang Qichen had no expression on his face, but stared at Mu Feng with a pair of burning eyes, for fear of missing a small movement of that person.He said in a deep voice, "I don't mind."

Mu Feng smiled, held up the dice cup with both hands and shook it up and down.The person who rolled the dice was focused, and the dice clanked in the sandalwood dice cup.Again and again, gently hitting Jiang Qichen's heart that had been numb for a long time.

"Snapped--"

The dice cup was placed on the table, and the onlookers all paid attention.

Mu Feng suppressed the smile on his face, and glanced nervously at the small cup.With a sigh of relief, his slender fingers slowly opened the dice cup.

In the casino, the gamblers who had seen the points clearly burst out laughing mercilessly.

Under the dice cup, there was a two point on the front of a fingernail-sized dice.

The disappointed expression jumped up, Mu Feng smiled awkwardly, and then comforted himself: "Although my gambling skills are not good, I didn't end up the worst. Maybe the pavilion master threw a point?"

"Are you joking?" Someone said: "Since the first big bet, I have come to every game, and I have never seen the pavilion master roll less than six points!"

Mu Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said indifferently: "If that's the case, there's nothing I can do about it. The pavilion master is lucky, and I... may be born without a god willing to protect me."

For some reason, Jiang Qichen's expression turned cold in an instant. He took the dice cup from the steward without saying a word, and only shook it up and down before dropping it to the table.

"Pavilion Master, is this the end?" Mu Feng looked at Jiang Qichen in surprise, "It's too casual..."

Jiang Qichen opened the dice cup by himself, only to see that there were no dice under the dice cup, only a shallow pile of white foam.

"Huh? Where's the dice? Where did the dice go? How did it turn into powder..."

"It is said that the master of the Wishing Pavilion is world-class in martial arts, and today I have seen it! This one wave turned the dice into powder!"

"Then...then who wins this round?"

Mu Feng opened his eyes slightly, and said in astonishment: "Pavilion Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Jiang Qichen met his astonished gaze, and said softly, "I lost."

"What? Why did you lose! The pavilion master actually admitted defeat?"

"One has two points and the other has no points, so it's a loss!"

"I finally realized that it's not that the pavilion master can't lose, but that he didn't meet anyone he wanted to lose. He obviously did it on purpose!"

"Boom-"

A figure fell to the ground with a bang, and a man dressed in coarse linen, foaming at the mouth and twitching non-stop, was lying at Mu Feng's feet.

Mu Feng stepped back subconsciously, bumping into a strong chest.

He paused, stepped forward half a step away from Jiang Qichen, and looked at the fallen man with some concern, "What's wrong with this brother?"

Jiang Qichen beckoned, and two servants hurried up and dragged the man down.

The steward smiled and explained: "Just now, he lost the few copper coins on Mr. Mu's table. Mr. Mu cast two points, but the pavilion master didn't have any. Mr. Mu won. The bet over there was all his own. I'm afraid It's too excited."

Mu Feng glanced at the pile of gold and silver piled up like a hill, and swallowed: "It's really a huge windfall haha... Well... Sow good causes and reap good fruits. That brother must have accumulated a lot of money." Less blessings."

The steward: "Young master Mu, you won the bet, and the pavilion master will fulfill a wish for you as agreed. Please follow me to the private room on the second floor."

"No, you stay here, I'll take him up."

As Jiang Qichen said, he wanted to pull Mu Feng's wrist again, but this time, he was blocked by an unsheathed long sword.

Mu Feng was slightly taken aback, and dragged Dona behind him, seeming to scold him: "Dona, don't be rude." Then he turned to Jiang Qichen: "This servant has nothing to do, the pavilion master laughed at me."

Jiang Qichen glanced for a while with a gloomy face, only then realized that the ruthless man in black who had been following Mu Feng was actually a woman.As a result, the color on his face darkened a bit.

"You go upstairs with me." Jiang Qichen left behind a sentence and took the lead to walk away, but stopped after taking two steps, and added, "You come up alone."

"Three young masters..."

Dona held his sword and tried to follow, but was stopped by Mu Feng holding his shoulder.He patted Dona's shoulder comfortingly, then took out a brocade bag from his front and stuffed it into Dona's hand, teasingly said: "You've been with me for so long, haven't you had a good time yet? Take the money, Bet whatever you want, if you win, it’s yours, and if you lose, it’s on my account.”

"But I..."

Dona wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Mu Feng: "Go, it's okay."

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Second floor private seat

The wooden door was half closed, and Jiang Qichen stood with his back in front of the window.

As soon as Mu Feng walked to the door, he heard a strong fragrance of agarwood coming from the private seat, and without moving his expression, he raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door frame.

Jiang Qichen in the private seat heard the voice and paused, but he didn't move for a long time as if he didn't realize it.

Mu Feng stared at his back in a strange way, and just about to speak, he heard the crisp sound of a cup falling to the ground beside him.

He was obviously taken aback. He gave a jerk and looked sideways. Before he could see who it was, he was hugged by someone: "Brother Lu Ming, brother Lu Ming...it's really you!"

"Hey, this brother..." Mu Feng felt a burst of wetness coming from his neck, and he pushed it for a while, neither hugging nor hugging, and his hands fluttered in mid-air: "Brother, if you have something to say, don't worry about it." crying..."

Jing Xing hugged Mu Feng's waist and refused to let go, sobbing with snot and tears, "What brother, brother Lu Ming, what are you talking about..."

Mu Feng was about to cry, but at this moment, a force came up and tore the two apart, pulling him behind like a calf.

"Master, brother Lu Ming..."

Jiang Qichen said in a deep voice, "Clean up the outside."

"Ah I……"

"boom--"

The door was closed mercilessly, and tears were still on Jing Xing's face. He stared at the closed door in disbelief, his throat was choked again, and he glanced at his mouth and muttered: "Really, never let people say anything." over……"

In the private room, Mu Feng looked at Jiang Qichen gratefully: "I really thank the pavilion master just now, I really don't know how to deal with this kind of situation."

"It's just the two of us now." Jiang Qichen turned around, a little afraid to meet Mu Feng's eyes: "You don't have to pretend anymore."

"Eh?" Mu Feng asked, "What does the pavilion master mean?"

Jiang Qichen took a deep breath, slightly closed his eyes, his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly.

"How did you... get better?"

Mu Feng stared at Jiang Qichen's back, took in the man's trembling, and chuckled lightly: "Pavilion Master, what are you talking about? I'm fine, I've been fine...you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Qichen grabbed him into his arms.

Jiang Qichen hugged Mu Feng tightly, wrapped his hands around his waist as if he wanted to rub him into his body, and sprayed trembling breath on Mu Feng's neck unscrupulously, everything clearly showed the panic of that person And at a loss.

"Pavilion Master... let me go..." Mu Feng gasped impatiently in his arms. The man hugged him so tightly that his waist was almost broken. On Jiang Qichen's back, he said with difficulty: "Your way of hospitality...so special, I'm almost...out of breath..."

Jiang Qichen paused and loosened his grip, but he still didn't let go.

Mu Feng's chest and lungs relaxed, and he quickly took a few breaths of fresh air. He frowned slightly, and touched Jiang Qichen's ribs. He was about to push the man away, but before he could move, he heard the man's heartbroken voice: "Ming'er, don't go away."