C15 Divergent but not diabolical

"Alright." The surroundings suddenly erupted with thunderous shouts.

Little Fishy proudly glanced at Night Nine.

Night Nine simply stared expressionlessly at the die bucket, as if considering whether to push it down or not.

Little Yu's eyes turned to Night Demon, who parted her lips and said, "Big."

He then pushed the banknotes in front of him to the center.

When Fishy saw this, her smile became even more radiant. She cupped her hands towards the surrounding people, "Is there anyone who wishes to bet?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment before they frantically handed the silver coins in their hands to the people in the gambling house, clamoring over the size. In just a short while, the table was already filled with silver taels and banknotes.

Little Fishy laughed as she took away the dice bucket. Some people were happy while others were sad.

"If you want to buy something, leave it." This time, although the people in the gambling house did not dare to surround her, their eyes were staring at the dice in her hands without blinking. Night Demon suddenly understood Little Fishy's actions, although the gamblers only saw gambling and could not see beauties, a beauty shaking the dice was much better than a perverted big fellow. This idea was not bad, but where could he find a beautiful woman who would ask for dice in a short time? He had suffered a huge loss. Perhaps he really would have to pay this ninth princess instead.

Little Fishy shook the dice three times in total, and gave them to the men of the gambling house. She and Night Elf went to another room.

"I didn't expect the ninth princess to be such an expert." Ye Mo forced a smile. Was he trying to smash his own foot into the ground? He was afraid that he would have to fill the gap himself.

"Eighth prince, this is just an idea that I gave to you as a gift. I have a game here, and I originally wanted to make my own gambling house to earn some rouge money, but I didn't expect the eighth prince to be the first one to get into this business." After observing for half a day, she felt that the water in the capital was indeed deep enough. She suddenly didn't want to open any gambling houses, and if she was right, then this kind of fast money business would be handled by the imperial family. For example, brothels, gambling houses … By confessing that he could only be half a home, he was even more sure of his idea.

"As for my game, it is divided into 10 thousand, bread, and bars. Each type will have 4 cards from 1 to 9, exactly 108 cards, representing the 108 heroes in my hometown. They will gather from all directions, so I will add 4 cards from the east, west, south, north, and middle. These men are rich, poor and all kinds of people, so plus "hair", "white" metaphor rich and poor, plus eight cards, a total of 136 cards. After that, he added a variety of cards, making a total of 144 cards.

The square table is the four directions of north, south, east and west, as well as the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Each person has thirteen cards, because there are thirteen weeks in a season. The Four Seasons combined is fifty-two weeks, for a total of three hundred and sixty-four days. Adding on that one victory, it represents a total of three hundred and sixty-five days on the last day of the year, which is exactly one year. " Little Fishy spoke confidently.

Everyone listened with relish. There were so many things to talk about in a game.

This game is indeed very interesting. Night Nine looked at Fishy's unceasing explanation, sighing to herself. Is he very useless for his wife to show her face, but looking at her energetic appearance, why does he think that she is happy, he is also very happy? He was getting more and more desperate. He gestured for Fifteen to go out and get the sour plum soup. Little Fishy said so much, so her throat must be very dry.

"Eighth prince, what don't you understand?" The little fish finally stopped.

"I think it's possible to use a card as well." The Night Demon seemed to be deep in thought.

"The cards are too easy to cheat." Little Fishy flatly refused. mahjong was originally a card that was developed from playing mahjong. Moreover, mahjong was in his hand, and that feeling was something that the mahjong could not compare with.

"Eighth prince, if you have money, you can make a jade and hemp set for the empress of the harem to amuse her." Small fish bewitched night elves.

His mother's birthday was coming up in two days, and he was just wondering if there was anything good to give her.

"No wonder royal father thinks so highly of the ninth prince's consort. She really is Yu Xiuhui." At this time, the way Night Demon looked at Little Fishy was also different from before, it was filled with appreciation. When Night Nine saw this, he felt pleased with himself and used all his strength to move his wheelchair to block Little Fishy. He took the sour plum soup from 15 and handed it to her.

"My wife, are you thirsty? Drink a bowl of sour plum soup." Like a child waiting for adults to boast, Night Nine blinked its black and white eyes and looked eagerly at the little fish.

"Husband is the best." Little Fishy smiled sweetly as she received the sour plum soup.

A layer of goosebumps appeared on his body. Did he have to be so numb? However, looking at how the two of them ignored each other and gave me a spoonful, and how I fed you a spoonful, Night Demon suddenly felt a great sense of envy.

When he returned home that night, he saw the warm scene of the two of them together.

"Your Highness." The eighth princess handed him a bowl of rice.

The eighth prince opened his mouth, but the eighth princess just stared at him.

She took the bowl and scooped up a spoonful, then put it to her lips. "Open your mouth."

he ordered.

The eighth princess opened her mouth in a daze, and suddenly, the Night Demon felt dull. How come she didn't have that kind of atmosphere? He let out a long sigh. Logically speaking, they had been married for several years already, so they should have come to a tacit agreement with each other much more than Xiao Jiu and the others.

"I'm full."

He stood up and left the main house. The eighth princess was confused. What was going on with the prince?

When eighth prince arrived at Aunt Mei's courtyard, she came out to greet him with a smile. Only then did his mood improve a little.

When Aunt Mei served tea to him, he smiled and said, "You feed it to me."

When Aunt Mei heard this, she opened her mouth and took a deep breath. She then turned around and sat on the Night Demon's thigh, her eyes bewitching.

Yi Yeyu smiled as she looked at Aunt Mei's beautiful red lips moving towards him. Suddenly, a pair of clear eyes flashed up in front of her. She did everything naturally, as if she was supposed to do it.

Night Demon suddenly pushed away Aunt Mei, who immediately fell to the ground, coughing continuously from the tea in her mouth. Night Demon became even more agitated, and walked outside without saying a word.

When Aunt Mei saw this, she hurriedly hugged Night Demon's thighs, using her twin peaks to rub against him. "Prince —"

Aunt Mei's voice was so flirtatious that it penetrated deep into one's bones. Night Demon suddenly remembered that this Aunt Mei was originally a brothel girl. It seemed that some prince was giving her a feast and this girl was giving her a dance …

"Liangliang, not Yao …" He originally thought that Aunt Mei was not a demon, but after seeing her for the first time today, he realized that the real lady was not a demon from her heart. Compared to her, Aunt Mei's body was full of the scent of dust.

It was a pity that even the charming Aunt Mei could not arouse his lust, so she impatiently pushed him away.