In the Wangfu lobby, there is a square table in the middle.

The table is similar to the 21st century mahjong table. The only difference is that there is no layer of velvet mat on the table, so when the 136 mahjong tiles are poured up, the sound is loud and many people hear it.

The four people are sitting in one direction.

An Ziran's opposite is the old prince, the old prince is Fu Wutian on the left, Fu Da Guanjia on the right, surrounded by death, Qiu Lan holding a good little buns and Chunlan standing and watching.

This time the bet is thirteen years.

Since the old prince abandoned the landlord and turned to be a mahjong, he made such a big bet for the first time.

The rest of the Wangfu people think that the old man lost his stupidity. If he loses again, the time for the ban will be doubled. However, in the eyes of An Ziran, the old prince is actually very smart.

The age of Lao Wangye is not small. There is no difference between him in his eyes in 13 years and twenty-six years. Since both sides are dead, why not just gamble, if this wins, you can directly lift the ban and lose. There is no difference, and there is no loss for him.

The old prince took a deep breath and showed a look like a smother on the battlefield. Then he picked up the scorpion on the table and said to the three: "The old rules, who is the number of people who do Zhuang."

A month later, the old lord has gradually developed in the direction of gambling ghosts. This sentence is no different from what a gambler said.

An Ziran did not put a word, no difference for him who made Zhuang.

Fu Da Guanjia smiled softly: "I don't care."

Fu Wutian looked at the serious and serious old lord, and said: "If your grandfather likes to be a village, then you will come first."

The old prince accepted this result without hesitation, and he did like Zhuang.

In order to be able to throw a higher number of points a few days ago, he deliberately stayed in the room for a long time, and the result... white practice...

The old prince Ma Li took out two scorpions, and the scorpion rolled a few laps in the middle of a stack of mahjong and finally stopped on the third and sixth.

Seeing this number, everyone's expression suddenly became subtle.

Because of this, Lao Wang’s own card.

An Ziran opened the thirteen cards in his hand, and he couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows. This card is bad enough. Look at Fu Wutian and Fu Da Guanjia. They are all inscrutable expressions. They don't see the slightest thought, but he The intuition tells him that the cards in their hands should not be good.

Is this coincidence, or is it deliberate?

An Ziran looked at the old prince with Yu Guang, and he couldn’t help but sneak a glimpse.

The old prince usually pretends to be deep and gives a feeling of ridiculousness. Just like how he installs it, everyone can still see his essence. To put it bluntly is the question of imposing manner.

Now, he has a serious face in peacetime, but he doesn't feel that way. Instead, he exudes an indifferent and harsh atmosphere. The whole person seems to have a sharp, sharp edge. This is a kind of precipitation momentum, even if you don't talk, it is very deterrent.

This thought only flashed through his mind.

When An Ziran's eyes fell on the mahjong tiles in front of him, a strange feeling spread to the whole body, always felt that something was wrong, but could not tell.

Compared with the full battle of the old prince, Fu Wutian and Fu Da Guanjia are very calm, a pair of indifferent parties, as if they have good cards in their hands.

"Wang Hao." Fu Wutian suddenly looked at him.

An Ziran’s thoughts came back and found that he accidentally thought too much. This was a taboo for gambling. He fixed his mind and he touched the first card.

After a few laps, the old prince did not touch a card.

His cards were so messy that he could hardly see what cards he was listening to, but he was not in a hurry.

If An Ziran had three tens of thousands in his hand, the remaining one on the table had already been played, and it was still played by the old prince himself. Otherwise, he would have thought that the old prince was at the thirteenth.

After thinking about it, he still buckled 10,000 and threw a 60,000 out.

"bump!"

The sound of the old prince’s full voice suddenly sounded.

An Ziran found that Fu Wutian and Fu Da Guanjia’s eyes were concentrated on him. His expression was very calm, people had missed, the horse had a hoof, and there was nothing to look at!

For the old king to ban, he is the least caring person, because he feels that if the old prince really wants to go out to play, even if it is no longer enough, it is useless. It is because it feels very fun, so it will be so persistent.

The old prince played a card and immediately squinted at the grandson who had no movement. He rarely encountered a card, but he did not show the look of joy. His expression was still very serious, and his eyes even revealed a hint of sorrow.

Fu Wutian touched the card and touched the rough board with his fingertips. He threw it out without looking at it, and he was more skilled than the senior gambler.

An Ziran then threw a card. Anyway, he didn't have to be a card. He used to play on the table, or adjacent to the old king's card, so that he could avoid being hit or hit.

In the next few laps, the old prince did not touch it again, and the strange thing is that the card is actually a very common one in the mahjong, but they played this game until now, only the old prince, So the only explanation is that everyone's cards are very bad.

This situation did not change until the end of the hand was nearing the end.

Fu Da Guanjia touched the last seventh card from the front of the old prince. At first glance, he could make three more with the other two, but there was no Hu.

In order to block the road of the old prince, the card type was messed up, so there was no possibility of winning the card from the first year of high school. The card was not intended to be played in the hand, and he threw a piece of old prince in the last round. of.

The eyes of the old prince suddenly deepened, and this looks more like him before the loss of memory, his expression exudes a cold breath.

After a lap, it was the turn of An Ziran, but there were only three cards left on the table. That is to say, he touched this one, and the remaining two were Fu Da Guan Jia and Lao Wang Ye. One is it?

An Ziran could not help but blinked his eyes.

The atmosphere in the lobby suddenly suppressed.

Not to mention the parties, watching the whole process of Qiulan and Chunlan forehead have a layer of cold sweat, they never thought that playing cards can be like the battlefield.

On the arm of Qiu Lan, the little buns, Qiu Lan looked at his brother's card with big eyes. He suddenly giggled and broke the tight atmosphere of the lobby. It was like a bang, and he was suddenly poked by a hole. Leaked.

Lao Wangye, Fu Wutian, Fu Da Guanjia, the eyes of the three are concentrated on him.

An Ziran paused, put the cards in his hand into his card, hesitated for a moment, as if he made up his mind, he picked up the card and threw it out and said: "Six cylinders."

"Hu!"

A snoring that almost smashed the roof of the palace punctured the eardrums of the people. Then, the laughter of the old prince’s smug screams, and finally let him raise his eyebrows once.

There was a silence in the lobby.

The old prince laughed enough, looked at the three silent people, proudly said: "Follow me, you are still far away!"

Fu Wutian and Fu Da Guanjia looked strangely at An Ziran.

An Ziran calmly said: "I am wrong, it is five cylinders."

The laughter of the old prince came to an abrupt end.

"Hey!"

Fu Da Guan Jia finally couldn't help but laugh.

Fu Wutian fired the oil passage: "Grandfather, you swindle Hu."

The old prince looked dull and looked at the five cylinders in front of An Ziran. No matter how he groaned, the five cylinders would not become six cylinders, and they would not count as a success. It would be his grandson. .

An Ziran can successfully pit him, but he is still his own.

Playing mahjong this game is very easy to nervous, and when a person's nerves are tight, they will be subjectively cut off. For example, when An Ziran hits this five-tube, he deliberately does not let people see the face, and then Use a louder voice to remind the old lord what he wants to play. The old prince is thinking about the card, and he will always meditate on the card, so when the six words are passed to his mind, His brain will form a conditioned reflex, causing his mouth to be faster than his eyes, and his hands will quickly push the card out. After this action, his eyes will look over.

But the premise of all this is that the old prince did not cheat.

An Ziran’s chances of getting into the mahjong in his life are actually not many, but there are many people around him who like to play mahjong. Those people have become fine, and they have become fascinating, and their intrigues are endless. Even if they don’t play, they will almost Learned.

"Sun granddaughter, how can you hang this grandfather?"

The old prince squinted, and he specially prepared for ten days for this game. In the end, he finally lost his hand to Sun's wife at the last moment. Nothing changed, and he returned to the original point.

Wen Yan, An Ziran looked up at him.

"If my grandfather plays well, Sun Hao will not hang on to his grandfather."

The old prince immediately turned his gaze away. "My grandfather suddenly remembered that there was something to do, and I left." After that, I ran out without waiting for everyone to react.

Everyone laughs.

I just got it right, and now I know that my heart is guilty. Everyone didn’t pursue his cheating at the beginning. It’s already giving him face. Now he’s got rid of it.

Although he pitted him, An Ziran actually admired the old prince.

In just ten days, he has developed such a brilliant technique. He has to say that the old prince is very qualified as a gambling god. If the person sitting in front of him today is not them, I am afraid it will not be detected.

Fu Da Guanjia stood up and praised An Ziran without hesitation. "Well done well, in a short time, he estimates that he will not make any more noise. I still have something to go out and I will not come back for dinner."

As he said, in order to let them forget this thing, the old prince who knew the loss had not dared to make a fuss for a while, and the palace finally returned to a calm day.

In a few days, the blink of an eye was over, and the Tianlong gambling house finally officially opened.