Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Cursing angrily in my heart: Dead scum, stinking scum, when you return to Ling Mansion, you will be finished!

"Luo'er, look, they all say you are my wife." Under Ling Luo's murderous gaze, Xuanyuan Yu was still smiling, acting obedient.

Ling Luo still wanted to scold him a few words, but at this time, the beautiful woman in charge of the stone gambling field began to speak: "The bet is over, start cutting stones."

The entire venue became silent, and countless burning eyes focused on the sharp stone cutter.

With a knife in his hand, the half-human tall baby-shaped bluestone was cut in half from the center.

There was a crisp sound of "click", and there was a fist-sized hollow in the center, out of stone, and it was still stone.

"how is this possible?!"

"It was really hit by that little girl!"

"Is there any mistake? I bet a hundred taels of silver, and now I lost everything!"

……

There were exclamations one after another from the crowd, as well as the wailing of gamblers who had lost miserably.

Ling Luo's lips curled up into a faint smile, her spiritual perception was really good.

"Luo'er, you are really good!" Xuanyuan Yu was very happy after winning the money, "I knew you could do it."

Seeing this, those who had taunted Ling Luo before all frowned and stared over in displeasure.

"It's just a coincidence and good luck. What's the air?" The first person to make sarcastic remarks was that handsome young man dressed as a scholar.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he saw the beautiful woman in charge standing beside the sandalwood pearwood table, wearing some red plum and white gauze, came to comfort him, and said, "Young Master Yu, don't be angry, it's just a coincidence, a coincidence."

Yu Qishao?

Yu Zi'an, the number one romantic son of Yingyang Imperial Capital?

Ling Luo deliberately stared at Yu Zian for a few times. Yu Mingshen's youngest son is very proficient in poetry and songs. He likes to linger in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion and chat with women in the market.

"Hmph, how magnanimous this young master is, how can he have the same knowledge as this kind of illiterate common people." Yu Qishao took out a folding fan from his sleeve pretending to be romantic, opened it pretending to be chic, and fanned the wind gently.

The slightly raised corners of his eyes were full of the pride of a dandy, but when he turned his head and saw Ling Luo's face clearly, his face suddenly turned down.

"Why is it you?" Yu Zian looked at Ling Luo with a displeased face, "That third lady in Ling's mansion who got shit luck?"

Got shit luck?

Ling Luo raised her eyebrows, expressing her dissatisfaction with this word.

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression flickered coldly, and he said unceremoniously: "Yu Qishao is really joking, Luo'er has defeated many challengers, and has become the most talented person in Ling's generation , thanks to you claiming to be a scholar, how can you use such a vulgar vocabulary?"

Yu Zi'an's displeased eyes moved to Xuanyuan Yu's body, and he snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain: "What are you, why are you talking to Master Ben in such a tone?"

The coldness in Xuanyuan Yu's eyes deepened, and he said, "Things? Hehe, at least I can crush you to death with one hand right now."

"Presumptuous! This young master is a seventh-rank martial artist, amazingly talented..."

Yu Zian hadn't finished his boasting when he heard the beautiful woman in charge beside him leaning on his ear, and whispered, "Seventh Young Master, that man servant has seen him before, and he is the beggar who defeated His Highness the Crown Prince in one move. "

Yu Zian opened his mouth halfway, his voice stopped abruptly, and the expression on his face became stiff instantly, which was very funny.