The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 102 Do You Want Me To Make Trouble?

The clan elder narrowed his eyes: "It's not too late, it's better for you..." Now go make a fuss and smash that restaurant to see who else dares to go in!

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Youde turned his head to the direction of the window.

"Would you like to see who is standing at the door first?"

The clan elder saw the second and fifth princes standing behind the crowd at a glance. He was half shocked, and stopped a low-key carriage not far away. The driver was tall and eye-catching. He took a closer look—Huo Jin and General Huo?
If you can let a dignified general drive the car, the people in the sedan chair must be even more unprovoked.

Zheng Youde kept twisting the head of the old clan and asked, "Do you still want me to make trouble?"

He pressed the clan elder's neck firmly with both hands, and he could still feel the clear pulsation in his hands with his fingertips.

The clan elder was old, his skin was sagging, his muscles and bones were weak, and his reaction was still slow. He didn't feel that as long as he exerted more force, his slack neck would break.

Maybe I was really too excited by accident and couldn't control my strength, so Zheng Youde let go of his hand.

"If not, I'll go to bed."

He opened his mouth exaggeratedly, as if very tired.

The clan elder was full of disgust: "You were a thief last night?"

Zheng Youde laughed like a thief: "That's right, a flower picker! Yesterday, a new Yangzhou skinny horse came to Fugui Garden, with a small waist and a thin waist!"

The clan elder looked back in disdain, but he didn't know that when Zheng Youde looked at him, he was also filled with disgust.

Since the opening of Yuanpeng Building has so many important figures, the clan elders can't let Zheng Youde make trouble, and keeping him is useless except to look pleasing to the eye, so he waved him away.

Before Zheng Youde walked out of the Wushuang Building, he still looked like a dandy, but after getting into the carriage, his expression turned down.

The servant outside the carriage asked: "Master, where are we going?"

Zheng Youde in the carriage had an indifferent expression, and his usual arrogant tone: "Gambler!"

Zheng's carriage passed by Yuanpeng Building without attracting anyone's attention.

Mr. Zheng Youde, who used to be hated by people and hated ghosts, was lying on the side of the carriage window, expressionless, wondering what he was thinking.

The little boy shook his head and shook his head happily: "Young master is in a good mood today, do you plan to win a few dozen taels?"

Zheng Youde raised his legs and leaned against the wall of the carriage: "I'm going to lose today."

The boy was stunned: "Ah? What do you mean, my lord?"

Zheng Youde weighed his purse: "A few days ago, Ah Cai was accidentally killed by a wild dog. I lost my left arm and right arm. I'm in a bad mood."

"There's a lot of money, throw it away and have fun."

This Cai is the evil servant who went to Yuanpenglou to provoke him a few days ago.

When Zheng Youde provokes troubles, Ah Cai's domineering help is always indispensable, and it is reasonable to insist that he is unhappy because of Ah Cai's death.

As expected, he did what he said. After entering the casino, he didn't even look at the table. He threw money casually.

The people who go to the gambling shop are all the masters who want money and don't care about their lives. When they saw that they were being taken advantage of today, they rushed over eagerly. When Zheng Youde bought big, they bought small, and when Zheng Youde bought small, they bet big.

At first everyone won a lot of money, if they stop here, they can go home and live a luxurious life for several months.

However, the greedy heart never knows how to be satisfied. Seeing that Zheng Youde still has a lot of money in his hand, none of the gamblers surrounding him left!

The corner of Zheng Youde's mouth curled up, and he threw the money on the table casually.

"Buy and leave, open—"

The dice cup flickered, and the croupier sang loudly: "666 leopards! The banker takes all!"

(End of this chapter)