My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

"Are you so disappointed because you didn't see the person you wanted to see?"

Huang Duoduo, who was being talked about, shrank his neck timidly, his eyes flickering.

"Oh, Xiao Yan, what are you talking about! Come, come, come in quickly!"

Xiao Yan stood outside the door, smiling at Huang Duoduo without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Everyone is standing outside the door, don't you want to go in?"

Ling Xiaodong curiously walked to Huang Duoduo's door step by step, and asked doubtful questions to the three women standing at the door.

Huang Duoduo's eyes suddenly brightened up again. She opened the door suddenly, stretched out her hand as a gesture of welcome, and invited her earnestly:

"Brother Xiaodong, please come in, please come in!"

Xiao Yan at the side had a panoramic view of Huang Duoduo's reaction, and Qiong's delicate nose wrinkled, and what she had been skeptical about became more certain at this moment.

Ling Xiaodong entered the room and looked around the girl's boudoir.

I found that the room was almost the same as Xiaoyan's, with a bed, a table, a small wardrobe and bookshelf.

On the wall, there are some flowers and plants that should be painted by Huang Duoduo himself. The clever birds and civet cats inside can be seen to be a little girlish.

The three entered the room and sat down around a square table in the room.

Huang Duoduo took out the snack box that Ling Xiaodong gave him in the morning and put it on the table, then sat down with him.

She glanced nervously at Xiaoyan, who was staring straight at her with bright eyes, her heart beating like a deer.

Daoist Ling said earlier that he would tell Xiaoyan about the matter, so doesn't that mean that my best friend already knows about it?

There was silence in the house.

At this moment, Huang Duoduo was holding the hem of the dress above his knees with both hands, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

She turned her eyes to Ling Xiaodong who was at the side again, but found that he did not look at her, but was more interested in the paintings hanging on the wall in her room.

In the end, he had no choice but to look at the strange woman in the room who he didn't recognize.

"Who is this sister?"

After hearing Huang Duoduo's question, Xiaoyan immediately put aside the doubts in her heart. She withdrew her scrutinizing gaze and pretended to be mysterious and excited:

"I was just about to tell you, Duoduo, this sister has a lot of background!"

"Eh!"

Huang Duoduo was taken aback for a moment, and took another look at Zheng Si'er who was sitting awkwardly on the seat and didn't know what to say.

This dress made of bright yellow satin, coupled with her good looks, did look a bit noble. Huang Duoduo guessed that she was a young lady from an official family.

"Hmm... Could it be the daughter of the city lord?"

Xiao Yan shook her head slightly, with a wider smile on her face.

"It's much more powerful than any city lord!"

"Bigger than the city lord!"

Huang Duoduo covered his mouth in shock.

She tilted her head and thought again, what is it if she is not the daughter of the city lord?

Princess?

"Ouch! Stop guessing! You won't be able to guess it, I'll just tell you!"

Before Huang Duoduo could respond, Xiao Yan couldn't wait to pat the table and introduce:

"This elder sister is His Royal Highness, the eldest son of King Beijing Jing, and a disciple of General Wenren!"

"Disciple of General Wenren!"

Compared with the status of the eldest son, it is obvious that the status of Wenren Yiqing's disciple attracted Huang Duoduo's interest more.

Zheng Si'er nodded slightly, even if she admitted this fact.

The small room immediately became lively, and the two girls chattered around Zheng Si'er, which made her a little tired.

Ling Xiaodong sat on the side as if he was an outsider.

He raised his hand to take a quick snack from the wooden box on the table, put it to his mouth and took a bite, feeling the soft and sweet texture of the pastry in his mouth. He quietly looked at the lively scene in front of him, always feeling that something was wrong.

Wasn't Huang Duoduo the first person who invited him?

However, Ling Xiaodong didn't take this matter to heart, and Huang Duoduo found out after eating nearly half a box of pastries by himself.

"Oh! No... I'm sorry Daoist Ling, I... I'm so excited! I forgot you're still here!"

Huang Duoduo's small face was a little flushed from excitement, just now he was so excited because he saw the disciple of the legendary General Wenren that he couldn't find the north and south, but he didn't expect Ling Xiaodong to be left out in the cold.

She looked around at the three people in the room, and her heart moved.

"You wait for me."

After saying that, he got up and walked to the bed, bent down and took out a clattering black bundle from it with some difficulty.

She held the black bundle and placed it on the square table, and there was another crisp crashing sound from inside.

Chapter 200 What to bet on?

Sitting at the side, Xiao Yan wisely moved the wooden box on the table to make room for the black bag.

She poked her neck and looked at the bulging black bag curiously, and said curiously:

"What is this?"

Huang Duoduo smiled mysteriously at her, and replied with a smile:

"nice one!"

The top knot of the black bag was quickly untied, and the hemp rope slid to the ground. The black bag was spread out on the table, just like a square piece of black cloth.

A pile of small square pieces of wood were piled up like small sand dunes in the center of the black cloth on the table.

Huang Duoduo ran to the window, poked his head out and looked around, then reached out and took down the fork pole supporting the window, and closed the window lightly, and the room became much darker in an instant.

She took another candlestick, lit the half red candle on it and placed it on the corner of the table.

Huang Duoduo sat back at the table after finishing all this.

Under the light of the dim and joyful candlelight, Huang Duoduo's flickering little face looked even more mysterious.

She lowered her voice, looked around at everyone present with her smart eyes, and said softly like a thief:

"It happens to be full of four people today, so I will take out this forbidden item for you to play with!"

Xiao Yan raised her hand to take a small cube from the table, put it in front of her eyes, her eyes widened instantly.

She covered her mouth and looked at Huang Duoduo who was smiling in disbelief.

"This is!"

Immediately, she realized that her voice might be a little too loud, so she followed Huang Duoduo's example and lowered her voice.

"How did you get here!"

Huang Duoduo proudly put his hands on his waist, raised his head and shook his head, and the two braids on the back of his head swayed together:

"The secret cannot be leaked!"

Zheng Si'er was also infected by this mysterious atmosphere, as if she seemed to be participating in some extraordinary party, and there was always a feeling that she was secretly doing bad things.

She also took a small cube from the table, held it in her hand and looked at it carefully.

What is forbidden, so magical?

Although the candlelight in the room was dim, Zheng Si'er's night vision ability was not bad at all, and she could clearly see the shape of the objects in her hand.

This is a small piece of bamboo, very light in the hand, and it is made into a square rectangle.

Although the material does not seem to be expensive, the craftsman's care can be seen.

The eight sharp corners on the cube are all very smooth and round, and the fingertips feel very warm when rubbed, without the slightest barb, but it feels a little like a Wenwan patina.

The most conspicuous thing is the word "中" engraved on it, and there is even cinnabar smeared on it, which looks extra bright red.

Zheng Sirer couldn't help but hold up the small square in her hand and asked Ling Xiaodong curiously:

"Daoist Ling, what is this?"

"Miss Zheng, haven't you seen it? This is mahjong, also called sparrow card. Isn't there one in the north?"

Ling Xiaodong explained to Zheng Si'er in amazement that when Huang Duoduo unwrapped the bag, he could clearly see the pile of mahjong in the middle.

This kind of plaything that is depressing and suspected of gambling is expressly prohibited in Qingfengguan. If you are caught, you will not only have to sit in front of the wall for several days, but will also be fined to copy books and work, including but not limited to sweeping the floor and carrying water for a whole day. One month.

"Sister Zheng, haven't you ever seen mahjong? It doesn't matter, it's very simple!"

Xiaoyan excitedly explained the basic rules of mahjong to Zheng Sirer. Zheng Sirer was so talented that after only listening once, she nodded and said that she should understand how to play.

"Sister Zheng really knows it? Then let's have a try first?"

The mahjong on the table made a squeaking sound due to the cigarette smoke, and Huang Duoduo quickly reminded him:

"Don't use too much force! It will be over if the inspecting senior sister hears it!"

Xiao Yan's hand on the mahjong stopped immediately, she curled her lips and complained:

"Playing mahjong and playing mahjong, what's the point if you don't make a sound!"

"It's okay, look at me."

Ling Xiaodong raised his sword finger with one hand and murmured aloud, a yin-yang magic circle spread out from the soles of his feet, finally covering the whole small room together.

"This soundproof magic circle can prevent the outside from hearing the sound inside, so don't be so careful, talk at ease."

There was a hint of surprise in Zheng Si'er's eyes.

"Master Ling Dao is good at it!"

There are also a few third-rank disciples in the palace to make offerings, but they have never seen a Taoist priest who can arrange a magic circle so easily. Just from Daoist Ling, he is much better than his own offerings.

Most of the Taoists who walk in the world are of the lower third grade, and there are very few of the middle third grade. Even if there are, most of them work in the Tianjian Division established by the National Teacher.

The few priests raised by the palace are arrogant and arrogant.

Zheng Si'er lowered her head and rolled her eyes, thinking secretly in her heart.

It would be great if Daoist Ling and Taoist Mingyue could be brought back together, but I don't know if he would like to.

The sound of rubbing tiles on the table sounded again. After the mahjong was placed, Huang Duoduo took two dice and threw them towards the middle.

"Okay! I'll draw the cards first!"

The four of them drew the cards in order, and after waiting for a while, Zheng Si'er hurriedly arranged the order of the cards. This was just the beginning.

"north!"

"In red!"

"One!"

"bump!"

The crisp sound of mahjong playing could be heard one after another in the house, but due to the sound insulation array, no sound was heard outside the house.

After two or three rounds of losing cards, it was Zheng Sirer's turn again.

She stretched out a delicate white hand and touched a piece of mahjong, glanced at the cards, and then was stunned again.

"what happened?"

Xiaoyan saw that she was not throwing away her cards, so she asked enthusiastically.

Zheng Si'er hesitated for a moment, then overturned the mahjong in front of him and spread it out.

"I... have I won?"

Huang Duoduo and Xiao Yan looked in front of Zheng Si'er together.

"It is indeed a victory! Sister Zheng is amazing! It will be done once!"

Zheng Sirer smiled slightly.