Xu Da furen smiled, "I heard that there was a fight in the front yard?" Although the Xu family was not pedantic, but women generally did not go to the front yard, especially now that Qin Zheng was preparing for marriage and the two Xu furens also had to prepare for the wedding. Ye Li smiled and said, "Aunt, you don't have to worry. His Royal Highness and Xiling Zhennan Wang are just playing around." Even as women, they had heard of Jhennam Of Gojoseon's reputation, how could they not be worried. So they sat in the parlor and chatted with Ye Li while waiting for news.
Only when the sky was completely dark did Qing Luan run back and smile, "Reporting to Wangfei, the fight in the front yard is over." Ye Li raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Who won?" Qing Luan grabbed the end of her braid and said with some confusion, "This … it seems that no one won and no one lost, it was a draw. But in the end, Jhennam Of Gojoseon spat out blood, probably Jhennam Of Gojoseon lost? "
"Neither lost nor won? Then clearly won? "If it was a draw, then the house would win.
Qing Luan covered her mouth and smiled, "Maybe, when I came back just now, I saw Young Master Han smiling very happily. Prince said that after sending off Jhennam Of Gojoseon and Shizi, he would come back to have dinner with Wangfei. "Ye Li nodded and smiled," Let the kitchen prepare a few dishes that Prince likes. "
Qing Luan smiled and left.
Knowing that there was nothing else, the two Xu furens and Qin Zheng also got up and left. After a while, Mo Xiuyao had already returned. Seeing Ye Li holding Mo Xiaobao who refused to sleep in one hand and holding a book in the other to pass the time, he frowned unhappily. Hearing the footsteps, Ye Li quickly put down the book and smiled, "You're back? Are you hurt? " Mo Xiuyao snorted softly. He picked up the swaddling blanket that was wrapped in Little Treasure Mo and walked towards the bed. Ye Li was shocked. It was scary enough for a one-month-old baby to be carried in swaddling clothes. Seeing Mo Xiuyao put the baby back into the cradle, Ye Li let out a sigh of relief. Mo Xiaobao didn't cry and even looked at her with his big round eyes. She was just about to ask Mo Xiuyao about Mo Xiaobao's safety when the baby she gave birth to would be tortured to death by his own father. Before Ye Li could say anything, Mo Xiuyao let out a muffled groan and sat down on the bed. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.
Ye Li was shocked and frightened. How could she still remember to blame Mo Xiuyao as a father? She hurriedly got up and asked someone to call Shen Yang over. Mo Xiuyao reached out to grab her and shook his head. Ye Li frowned and looked at him for a while. Other than his face being a bit pale, there was nothing wrong with him. Only then did she relax a bit. She wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and asked, "Why didn't you say that you had internal injuries? Didn't you say that it was a draw and Jhennam Of Gojoseon vomited blood? "
Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly, "Lei Zhenting is one of the top four masters in the world. How can there be no price to pay when fighting with him?"
Ye Li looked at him unhappily and said, "So, Jhennam Of Gojoseon vomited blood in front of others, but Prince came back and vomited blood behind others' backs?" Mo Xiuyao snorted and looked at Ye Li without refuting. Of course, he couldn't tell Ye Li that Lei Zhenting didn't intend to vomit blood, but he was angered by him in the end. So Lei Zhenting didn't vomit blood because he was injured, but because he was angered. Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but frown when he thought of Lei Zhenting's last palm strike. The number one master of the West-Hill was indeed worthy of his reputation. If they were to compare moves to his full strength, he might be able to beat Lei Zhenting because of his uninjured hands. But if they were to compare internal energy, he seemed to be slightly inferior. But it didn't matter. He wasn't even 30 years old, but Lei Zhenting was already close to 50 years old. If he could still beat Lei Zhenting in terms of ability, then Lei Zhenting's title as the number one master of the West-Hill wouldn't be so genuine. Even if they didn't use their internal energy, he could still kill him! Whenever he thought of the way that old man looked at Ye Li, Mo Xiuyao couldn't control the murderous intent in his eyes. Mo Xiuyao suddenly felt that his last words to Lei Zhenting were too tactful. That old and ugly man's face didn't even deserve to look at Ye Li. Thinking of something, Mo Xiuyao thoughtfully raised his hand to touch the mask on his face.
Ye Li looked strangely at the man who was sitting by the bed in a daze. She raised her hand to touch his forehead and asked, "What's wrong? Are your injuries too serious? "
"It's nothing." Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "I'm just thinking about tomorrow's banquet. I don't know if Lei Zhenting will be able to attend." Ye Li sat down beside him and said with a smile, "What's there to think about? The so-called banquet is just a formality." The truly important matters were dealt with before and after the banquet. The full moon banquet was just a show for ordinary people. As for whether Jhennam Of Gojoseon could attend, Mo Xiuyao wouldn't be so reckless as to beat Jhennam Of Gojoseon until he couldn't get out of bed, right?
On this day, Ruyang City was once again in an uproar. Although most people didn't see the duel between Jhennam Of Gojoseon and Prince Ding, there wasn't a single person in Ruyang City who didn't know about it. So much so that after the duel ended, no matter which side they supported, they all hung their heads in dejection and secretly felt sorry for their wallets. Only the banker, Han Mingxi's extraordinarily handsome face smiled more and more seductively. Who told Prince Ding to personally admit that he had tied with Jhennam Of Gojoseon? No one won. In the end, the winner was naturally Han Mingxi.
Located not far from the Prince Ding Mansion, the Han Estate was Han Mingxi's residence in Ruyang City. At this time, Han Mingyue was facing a table full of banknotes, silver ingots, jade, jewelry, and so on with a smile. Feng Zhiyao sat to the side and cast a sidelong glance at the overjoyed Han Mingyue and snorted in displeasure. Han Mingxi raised his head and glanced at him. He got up and walked to his side, sat down, and said with a smile, "Young Master Feng San, how come you have time to come to my humble home?" Feng Zhiyao glanced at the things on the table that he hadn't had time to put away and asked, "How much did you earn?"
Han Mingxi raised his eyebrows and proudly gestured a number. Feng Zhiyao was immediately envious and jealous. He fiercely glared at Han Mingxi, "Fifty thousand taels?" That included his own eight hundred taels! Han Mingxi contemptuously glanced at him and said with a smile, "Young Master Feng San, aren't you looking down on Prince Ding and Jhennam Of Gojoseon too much? What is fifty thousand taels? Five hundred thousand taels! " Feng Zhiyao was immediately stunned. His original envy and jealousy immediately turned into deep hatred. He looked at Han Mingxi as if he was looking at a tall mountain of gold. More importantly, that mountain of gold belonged to someone else. No wonder so many people in this world liked to open casinos. It was simply a matter of small capital and huge profits. No, Han Mingxi didn't even need the capital. It was simply a matter of no capital and huge profits. Han Mingxi sighed with some regret, "It's a pity that Prince Ding and Jhennam Of Gojoseon both agreed to have a duel in private. If there was a duel or something … it would have been announced to the entire Da Chu State or Xi Ling two months in advance. Then … "Not to mention five hundred thousand taels, he might even have gotten five million taels. Losing such a huge opportunity to make money made Han Mingxi's heart ache. Perhaps the members of the Han Family were born with a talent for making money. Over the past year, Han Mingxi felt that he could gradually understand his elder brother's personality when he was dying for money.
Feng Zhiyao glared at him with dissatisfaction for a long time before saying casually, "Prince wants you to give him the money as soon as possible." Hearing this, Han Mingxi was furious. He stared at Feng Zhiyao with a vigilant expression and said, "Why should I? This is the money I earned myself! " Feng Zhiyao sneered, "Don't be silly. If Prince hadn't admitted to a draw in front of everyone in the end, do you think you could have won? Prince said that he would only take half of your money. "Seeing how Jhennam Of Gojoseon vomited blood on the spot, if Prince insisted that he had won, no one would have been able to object. When this matter was brought up, Han Mingxi's anger subsided. He asked curiously, "What did Prince Ding say to Jhennam Of Gojoseon in the end?" Although his martial arts weren't very good, he still had some knowledge. Originally, Jhennam Of Gojoseon hadn't been injured much after the last palm strike. At least, he hadn't vomited blood on the spot. After Prince Ding said something to Jhennam Of Gojoseon's ear, he saw a mouthful of blood spurt out from Jhennam Of Gojoseon's mouth. It was clearly because he was angry!
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