famous moon

Chapter 16 Willing to gamble and admit defeat
There was a trace of disdain and sarcasm in Lin Qinghe's eyes, and said: "If the two young masters don't want to buy anything, please move aside, don't miss our business."

Murong Ren said with a smirk: "Master, I am very curious about the girl's appearance, so I won't leave until I see it clearly."

Xuanyuan Zhan said with a smile: "Then let's make a bet on whether this girl is as beautiful as a fairy or as ugly as a ghost."

Murong Ren clapped his hands and said, "Miaozai, what are you betting on?"

Xuanyuan Zhan said: "Gold, silver and jewels are all vulgar things, so it doesn't matter if you don't gamble."

Murong Ren said: "Then what are you betting on?"

Xuanyuan Zhan smiled strangely, and said: "The loser, how about going to the Baihualou to have a good time with the bustard mother Lin?"

Murong Ren laughed, pointed at him, and said: "You are such a bad guy, you can think of such a vulgar thing."

Xuanyuan Zhan's eyes were very gloomy, with the same light as the poisonous snake's Nobuko flashing in his eyes, and he said, "I bet she's as ugly as a ghost."

After hearing what he said, Murong Ren laughed very happily, and said: "Then you are doomed, I bet she is as beautiful as a fairy, young master, I have seen countless people, just look at the woman's figure, listen to the woman's voice , you know what she looks like."

Xuanyuan Zhan's voice was colder and worse, and said: "That's not necessarily true, let the girl take off her veil now, let us see."

Lin Qinghe had already guessed something from his gaze, this guy should know her identity, but he didn't know that there are no ugly women in the world, only stupid and lazy women.

Ding Xiang was already too frightened by such a scene to make a sound, she shrank behind Lin Qinghe, trembling.

"Why should I take off my veil? Your bet is of no benefit to me. Why should I listen to you?"

Hearing Lin Qinghe's words, Murong Ren smiled. He stretched out his hand and took out an ingot of gold, a very large ingot, and said: "I don't have any, but there are a lot of gold, too many to count."

Lin Qinghe sneered and said, "One ingot is too little, you two should at least have one ingot each."

"It's easy to say, take it."

Murong Ren took out another ingot and threw it to her.

Lin Qinghe took it, weighed it in his hand, and said, "It's quite heavy."

Murong Ren said: "Then quickly take off your veil."

No one can force Lin Qinghe to do what she doesn't want to do, and naturally no one can stop her from doing what she wants to do.

With his hands behind his back, Xuanyuan Zhan had a winning smile on his face, that smile was faint, but it revealed incomparable self-confidence, as if everything was already in his hands.

Lin Qinghe felt that although Murong Ren was not likable, he was better than Xuanyuan Zhan. Xuanyuan Zhan was too insidious and cunning, and full of bad taste.He thought he was sure of winning, so he made such a disgusting bet.

That mother Lin is over 60 years old, her waist is as thick as a bucket, and ten catties of powder on her face can't cover the creases.He wears a lot of gold and silver jewelry on his head, but it can't cover his ugly big yellow teeth.No matter how much perfume is sprinkled on the body, it can't hide the body odor under the armpits.

Such a person, not to mention sleeping with her, having a good night, even sitting together for a meal, would feel extremely disgusting.

Moreover, I also heard that although she is over 60 years old, she must be accompanied by a strong man every night, as fierce as a tiger.

Lin Qinghe's eyes moved over the two of them, with a slight sneer on the corners of her eyes and brows.

The veil slipped gently under her bright wrist, and a face as white as jade was revealed in front of them. There was an incomparably delicate makeup on that face, especially the red plum, which made her look even more beautiful. It looks like a painting.

A painting that is breathtakingly beautiful.

It also made her look like a plum blossom in the severe cold, disdainful of the frost, so glamorous that no one could get close.

(End of this chapter)