I am a thief in the Tang Dynasty

Fang Yiyi shook his head slightly, shaking off the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Cui Qi had already come up to the stage and stood in front of the madam. He looked at Fang Yiyi nervously and said:

"Fang Sanlang, how about letting Cui take the lead in drawing the cards this time?"

Fang Yiyi nodded indifferently and said, "If you like, come on!"

Cui Qi's face lit up with joy, but at the same time he became more nervous!

A bet of millions, this is really a big gamble!

Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, there have been very few earth-shattering gambles in the past decade or so!

The next moment, Fang Yiyi smiled and said, "But you have to shake the wooden box vigorously like I did and take out the sign in an instant!"

Cui Qi's face turned dark, knowing that this was a mockery of the previous sentence. There was a young man from a noble family on Sanwang's side saying that Fang Yiyi used shady tricks!

Cui Qi didn't reply, he just shook the box and drew the wooden card.

The moment the sign appeared, he closed his eyes nervously!

Chapter 390: Oiran wrestling match, the main point is to make yourself happy and the brothers also have fun watching

Below the stage, Fang Yiyi and others looked at Cui Qi with disdain as he closed his eyes due to nervousness.

There was also some displeasure in Zheng Zhongchun's eyes.

Although it was a big gamble, the result has already come out, but I dare not go to see it.

The character and cultivation of the eldest son of Cui of Boling is really mediocre.

Fang Yiai shouted loudly: "Why are you closing your eyes?"

"Announce the results quickly so as not to affect the next wrestling match!"

Everyone agreed!

Cui Qi opened his eyes awkwardly and looked at the sign.

He performed an acrobatic face-changing show on the spot, his face flushed red, and roared happily:

"I drew Miss Yaoguang, I won this round!"

"Hahahahaha, I won!"

"Fang Sanlang, you lose this game!"

Looking over there, there was also cheering.

Cui Jingchuan, the eldest son of the Qinghe Cui family, also clenched his fists and couldn't help but wave them a few times.

One million guan in hand!!!

In this way, the compensation of three million strings of cash to Fang Yiyi could be reduced by one million strings of cash!

Tonight's Oiran wrestling match is a success!

If we can win one more game, we will have fulfilled the requirements of the patriarch!

Fang Yiai and the others' faces suddenly darkened, because the lust aroused by the wrestling courtesan had dissipated a lot.

There is no need for Fang Yiai, Wei Shuyu and others to speak.

The children of officials behind them immediately acted as their mouthpieces!

"What a shit luck, I actually won the lottery!"

"Tsk tsk, it's just a win, now it's even 1-1, there's nothing to brag about!"

"I won, so I won. Look how excited you are. You are the eldest son of Cui Clan of Boling. Is this the level of your bearing and cultivation?"

......

Cui Qi did not get angry when faced with the ridicule from the children of officials, but calmed down.

He held up the sign arrogantly, showing it off to the people around him, and finally looked at Fang Yiyi with a 'modest' smile:

"Fang Sanlang, in this round, our Bo Ling Cui clan won by luck. Thank you for letting us win!"

Fang Yiyi stood up, smiled and saluted:

"Congratulations, let's start the next round!"

This nonchalant look froze the smile on Cui Qi's face.

His boastful and cocky punch felt like hitting cotton, and he felt suffocated in his chest and abdomen!

Cui Qi twitched his lips, shook his sleeves unhappily, and strode away.

The remaining two wrestling courtesans didn't need to draw cards at all. They could just go on stage and draw cards after the winner was decided.

Wang Youwen of Taiyuan Wang Clan couldn't help but take a deep breath, and said solemnly to Fang Yiyi through the gauze falling on the stage:

"Fang Sanlang, are you confident in tonight's final round?"

Fang Yiyi said indifferently:

"I, Fang Yiyi, am rich. I will take out millions of coins to play with you. Winning or losing doesn't matter!"

"The main purpose of this Oiran wrestling match is to make myself happy and for my brothers to have fun watching me!"

"Where does the word confidence come from?"

Wei Shuyu quickly replied:

"That's right. It's a million-dollar game. Why should we be confident or not?"

"My brother is not short of money. He came to gamble with you just to watch this courtesan wrestle!"

Li Siwen clicked his tongue, raised his wine cup lazily, and clinked glasses with his friend beside him. Then he looked at the man with three looks with contempt and said:

"My brothers have a saying: Money can't buy my happiness!"

"He is willing to play with you, not for money, but for fun!"

"Tonight's Oiran wrestling match is really exciting!"

"Everyone, drink!"

hahaha~

Fang Yiai and the others all laughed warmly, raised their glasses to drink, and accepted the drinks with a smile, completely ignoring the children of the noble families opposite them.

Fang Yiyi's words, as well as those of Wei Shuyu and others, made Wang Youwen's face freeze.

Zheng Zhongchun and other children of the aristocratic families also looked unhappy.

Chapter 391: The literary talent can bring peace to the world with a pen, and the martial talent can determine the fate of the world with a horse

The three families of Boling Cui, Taiyuan Wang and Xingyang Zheng joined forces to gamble, and Qinghe Cui also joined in!

Everyone treats this Oiran wrestling match seriously.

But when it comes to Fang Yiyi and others, it's just a joke.

The total bet is three million strings of cash!

In the eyes of Fang Yiyi and others, this kind of shocking gamble is not as important and interesting as watching the wrestling courtesan!

It's true, it's so infuriating that it's killing me!

Wang Youwen's eyes darkened and he wanted to fight back.

Zheng Zhongchun said:

"The third son of the Fang family is extremely wealthy, rich enough to rival a country. We are not as good as him!"

"Since such a huge gamble is not as interesting as wrestling the courtesan in the eyes of Fang Jia Sanlang."

"May I ask, Mr. Fang, what is it that can catch your eye?"

Fang Yiyi put down the wine cup, looked at the other party's inquiring eyes, his expression became serious, his eyes were sharp, and he sat up straight.

"A man of letters can pacify the world with his pen, and a man of martial arts can rule the world with his horse!"

Powerful words came out of Fang Yiyi's mouth.

Zhuge Kongming, the unrivaled prime minister of the Three Kingdoms, gave these words of evaluation to Jiang Wei in his "Presented to Youqi Boyue".

Everyone present looked grim and couldn't help but sit up straight, looking at Fang Yiyi with complicated eyes.

Fang Yiyi has a heart of a tiger, and being a general or a prime minister is what he likes to do.

These people have mastered the six arts of a gentleman, are well-read in poetry and literature, and have strategies for governing a country.

But he spends all day thinking about having fun and gambling that is not decent enough.

There is a world of difference between him and Fang Yiyi!

a long time!

Zheng Zhongchun let out a breath.

He stood up gracefully, saluted Fang Yiyi solemnly and said:

"Fang family Sanlang, I will accept your instruction!"

Afterwards, Zheng Zhongchun straightened up, regaining his initial gentleness and calmness, and looked at Fang Yiyi with bright eyes and said:

"I will send you an invitation someday. I hope I can drink and chat with Mr. Fang."

After saying this, without waiting for Fang Yiyi's response, he strode away.

Now that the eldest son of Zheng family in Xingyang has left, there is no reason for Zheng Zhongquan, the illegitimate son, to stay.

He also quickly stood up, saluted to the young man from the noble family whose expression became increasingly complicated, and left quickly.

As he passed by the ring, he looked at Fang Yiyi with a complicated gaze, without any concealment.

After the Zheng brothers left, Li Siwen leaned close to Fang Yiyi's ear and said:

"Xingzhi, the next patriarch of the Xingyang Zheng family is indeed no ordinary person!"

Fang Yiyi nodded and said seriously and solemnly:

"Yes, your mind, methods, and character are all top-notch!"

"I hope we won't become enemies."

Hearing this, Li Siwen smiled and said firmly:

"The Zheng family of Xingyang supported the emperor in establishing the Tang Dynasty. How could they possibly be your enemy?"

"On the contrary, I think that if he shows his affection to you, you two might become good friends!"

Fang Yiyi did not reply, but sighed in his heart:

"But if I get the chance, I will attack the noble families!"

"How could he possibly become my friend if he destroyed the hundreds of years of foundation of Zheng family in Xingyang!"

Thinking that he had met a good person but they might fight each other in the future, Fang Yiyi suddenly felt melancholy and thought the upcoming oiran wrestling match was boring.

He smiled and said to Fang Yiai:

"Brother, I'll leave this last round to you. I'm going to the toilet!"

At this time, two wrestling courtesans dressed in gauze were walking towards the ring in a graceful manner.

A wonderful wrestling fight is about to begin!

Fang Yiai tried to persuade him to stay:

"Hold on a bit, it's about to start!"

“It would be a shame to miss this one entirely!”

Chapter 392: A life of debauchery and extravagance is indeed fascinating!

Fang Yiyi waved his hand and said, "It's nothing to regret. Just watching makes you angry and uncomfortable!"

After saying that, he walked towards the backyard of Huayu Pavilion.