The Playful Queen: The Evil King's Favorite

Chapter 178 Willing to gamble and admit defeat
Beiming Shao smiled and said in a strange way: "Is it your old man who will come first, or this king?"

The pure white hands handed the rope to Mo Ao, waiting for Mo Ao to make a decision

"..." Mo Ao squinted his eyes, and took the rope from Beiming Shaoxiao very unhappily.

"Okay, Marshal is so bold, let His Royal Highness be a witness today." Bei Ming smiled a wicked smile, walked to Murong Jinxian's side, patted Murong Jinxian on the shoulder, and threw winked.

Winking means that she is cheating, and she looks confident.

Seeing this, Murong Jinxian laughed, and looked at her, in the amber eyes, there was a pampering look that he didn't even realize.

"Please! Old, man, home!" Beiming Shaoxiao specially reminded these three words.

Mo Ao contemplated Beiming Shaoxiao's jumping method just now, swung the rope, and got ready to move, jumping rope in a particularly uncomfortable way.

"Crack..." a sound.

Beiming was next to him with a small smile, and counted: "One moment."

"Clap~"

"Twice." Bei Ming shaoxiao looked at Mo Ao's appearance of jumping rope desperately, but his usual clumsy movements, covered his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Crack!" three times.

"Three, three times." Bei Mingshao suppressed a smile, lowered his head, and shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"Bang~bang!" At the fourth stroke, the rope tripped his feet, and Mo Ao staggered, nearly falling!
"Pfft~" Beiming smirked, covering his mouth with both hands just now, tears came from the corners of his smiling eyes.

Hahahahahaha~

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~" There was a laughing sound from outside the door.

Mo Ao looked over sharply, and Mo Yan and Mo Meng were so frightened that they quickly retracted their heads.

"Patriarch, Lord Marshal, if you want to continue a few times, old man, I will let you be my king." Bei Ming took a deep breath with a small smile before holding back his smile.

"Hmph!" Mo Ao threw the rope to the ground angrily.

Beiming Shaoxiao's mood at the moment can be said to be a spring breeze, he picked up the rope on the ground in a great mood, and smacked his lips: "Tsk tsk tsk ~ come here, let's take a good look at how this king dances, and learn from it."

"You!" Mo Ao gasped, blowing his beard and staring at Bei Ming with a little smile.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

People outside were also lying on the door, looking out.

For Beiming Shaoxiao, rope skipping is regarded as a performance, and he enjoys watching it with gusto.

Beiming Shao stopped laughing, raised his chin, raised his black eyebrows, and said, "How? I won this bet."

Mo Ao was in a trance for a moment, looked at Bei Ming with a deep expression and smiled coldly, sniffed coldly, and said: "Old man, I am willing to bet and admit defeat!"

After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left.

"Oh yeah!" Beiming Shaoxiao jumped up happily, reaching out to give Murong Jinxian a high five.

Murong Jinxian stretched out his hand very tacitly
"Crack!" There was a clap of applause.

"Murong Jinxian, do you think this king is very smart!" Bei Ming shook his hair on his forehead with a narcissistic smile.

Murong Jinxian smiled irrefutably, and said lightly: "But, haven't you noticed his attitude?"

"What attitude?" Beiming Shaoxiao was puzzled, she only knew that Mo Ao wanted to destroy her attitude.

"It seems that he didn't want to kill you so much later."

Having said that, Beiming Shaoxiao also suddenly realized: "That's right!"

Beiming touched his chin with a smile, raised his index finger and said, "You said, he wanted to kill me so much before, and he didn't do it directly later? Could it be—— dementia?"

"Bang!" The servant outside the door heard it and immediately fell down.

"..." Murong Jinxian was speechless.

Outside, Mo Yan couldn't hold back his mouth: "...Smile, that's because you looked like your grandma just now."

"Like grandma?" Beiming Shaoxiao smiled confusedly.

"Father, in his life, there are only a handful of people who made him lose. His loss to mother was also a bet." Mo Yan walked in and explained.

"What did they bet?" Beiming Shaoxiao asked curiously.

"Riding and shooting."

"Riding and shooting?" Her grandma is so awesome?

"Well, back then, your grandma was a heroine who could walk through Yang with a hundred steps." Saying this, Mo Yan looked nostalgic.

"Later, where's grandma?" Beiming Shaoxiao asked very unspeculatively.

Mo Yan's face changed, and Mo Meng shook his head and answered: "Mother insisted on going out alone, so I made a bet with Dad. If she wins, let her go. After that, it was a matter of never returning. , the Mo family made a rule that women are not allowed to practice martial arts."

"..." No wonder, no wonder!
"However, Xiaoxiao's performance today really surprised the uncles. Good job!" Mo Yan recalled the sad things behind him, smiled lightly, and patted Beiming Shaoxiao on the shoulder.

"I'm also a little clever, this time I'm lucky." If she didn't happen to use the bet, it seems that Mo Ao would not be able to dispel his murderous intentions!

Mo Meng said: "In short, we can rest assured that you are fine."

Mo Zisheng laughed: "Cousin, I already knew you would be fine."

Based on Xihuang's fierce deeds of bullying the chess king, can she suffer?
In fact, he was looking forward to whether Beiming Shaoxiao would meet his stern grandfather, who would be stronger. After thinking about the current victory and defeat, his admiration for Beiming Shaoxiao was like the water of the Yellow River, gushing endlessly.

Mo Meng instructed: "Zisheng, stop talking nonsense here, and hurry up and take Xiaoxiao to the backyard to rest in Ranxiyuan."

"Yes, Dad." Mo Zisheng responded, and made a gesture of invitation to Beiming Shaoxiao, "Let's go! Cousin."

"En." Bei Ming nodded with a smile, followed Mo Zisheng out of the front hall, and Murong Jinxian walked with him.

It's good to come out, Beiming Shaoxiao approached Murong Jinxian, at his side, and called softly: "Murong Jinxian."

"Ah."

"What is the flute you gave me made of?" It was not broken just now.

"I don't know, it's an ancient thing anyway." Murong Jin replied with a stringed voice.

"Oh." Your place is ancient, and you still have ancient things?ancient time?Give me a break.

The three of them were speechless, and arrived at a courtyard all the way. There was a long stream of green water, and the grass was secluded. The words "Danxiyuan" were engraved on the mahogany tablet.

"This is……"

"This is the third uncle's former residence." Mo Zisheng introduced.

Bei Ming was startled with a small smile, and stared at the three words on three sides, in a daze for a long time.

Dad must miss home too!Dying Jubilee Palace?Dad chose the name himself. I didn't understand why he chose this name before. When he saw the words "Ranxiyuan", Beiming smiled and understood everything.

"Let's go!" Beiming Shaoxiao walked in first. Some bonsai and artificial landscapes were somewhat similar to Ranxi Palace. Beiming Shaoxiao looked at it with an indescribable sense of sadness.

It was a kind of sadness, missing home but not being able to go home...

"Cousin, this way." Mo Zisheng led her to the main room in the courtyard.

The moment Beiming opened the door, what Beiming Shaoxiao saw was a screen with blue orchids painted on it, which was Dad's favorite flower.

A plain and simple bed came into view, and the most eye-catching thing was the big bookshelf, which was filled with scrolls of books.

There is a painting on the wall, which shows a woman wearing a dragon robe, but her eyebrows are not rigorous, but gentle, just like the blue orchid flower, a fragrant beauty, squinting deeply.

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