Chapter 14

Kaifeng Prefecture, prison.

The thick smoke appeared ethereal under the sunlight.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Zhan Zhao had sweat constantly dripping from his forehead.

The ancients often said, betel nut plus cigarettes, your magic power is boundless.

But Zhang Cheng said, Zhan Zhao was high!

"My Juque Sword, no, I don't believe it, I can't lose!"

Slapping down silver, Zhan Zhao’s eyes were bloodshot as he held his cigarette: "Leopard!"

"Guard Zhan, it’s just a Juque Sword, is it worth it?"

Watching Zhan Zhao, who had already become obsessed, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

Originally, he was just chewing betel nut and smoking in the prison, but he didn't expect a yamen runner to come up and ask for a cigarette.

Upholding the principle that fellow countrymen are one's own people, Zhang Cheng shared them.

But he didn't expect that the yamen runners would start learning to smoke, and then it gradually turned into this.

"That is the Juque Sword!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with hatred, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but roar.

"Eh, giving it back to you, giving it back to you!"

Looking at Zhan Zhao with disdain, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but be speechless.

Because even if the Juque Sword was powerful, could it cut through the rebar he "exchanged" with one strike?

Juque Sword: You really know how to pick!

Rebar: If I break, the consequences, hehehe...

"Take it, gambling with me isn't about what you want, but what I have?"

Slapping the table domineeringly, Zhan Zhao roared like a "God of Gamblers."

However, looking at Zhan Zhao, Zhang Cheng was stunned; good fellow, he really wasn't afraid of losing!

Half an hour later, Zhan Zhao sat on the ground, holding his head in despair, his face full of confusion.

Because he not only lost the Juque Sword, but even his salary for the next three months was gone.

"Zhao, let me tell you, gambling is just like this, you have to be strong!"

Patting Zhan Zhao on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng turned around with a cigarette in his mouth: "Continue, tonight’s betel nut and cigarettes, I, Young Master Zhang, will pay for!"

"Young Master Zhang is generous!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng’s words, the yamen runners cheered one after another.

Early the next morning, Zhan Zhao left the prison.

Looking at the dazzling sunlight, Zhan Zhao suddenly felt one thing, and that was that he was still alive.

Inside the prefecture office.

Looking at Zhan Zhao, who was chewing betel nut and holding a cigarette, Gongsun Ce couldn't help but step forward: "Guard Zhan, what kind of look is this?"

Looking at Zhan Zhao’s messy hair, Gongsun Ce then asked suspiciously: "Where is your Juque Sword?"

Looking Zhan Zhao up and down, Gongsun Ce was surprised.

Because in the past, Zhan Zhao and the Juque Sword were inseparable!

"Mr. Gongsun, the Juque Sword... I lost it!"

Hearing Gongsun Ce mention the Juque Sword, Zhan Zhao immediately broke down.

"What? Lost it?"

Looking at Zhan Zhao in shock, a look of astonishment appeared on Gongsun Ce’s face.

Because was the Juque Sword something that could be lost? Was Zhan Zhao not obsessed with gambling?

But just a few minutes later, Gongsun Ce was chewing betel nut with a cigarette in his hand: "Take me there, I don't believe that this Juque Sword can't be won back!"

"Calm down, Mr. Gongsun!"

Pulling Gongsun Ce, Zhan Zhao suddenly discovered that he was just like himself yesterday.

"Don't stop me, I want to see who dares to win against someone from my Kaifeng Prefecture!"

Speaking domineeringly, Gongsun Ce’s face was already completely flushed.

In the Kaifeng Prefecture prison.

Zhang Cheng carefully examined the Juque Sword: "Is this the Juque Sword? It looks really beautiful!"

"Pfft!"

Spitting out a mouthful of cola, Bai Yutang couldn't believe it: "What did you say this is, the Juque Sword, Zhan Zhao’s Juque Sword?"

"Right, isn't it written on it? Do you read little?"

Looking at Bai Yutang curiously, Zhang Cheng asked.

"You’re the one who reads little! Let me see!"

Reaching out and snatching the Juque Sword from Zhang Cheng’s hand, Bai Yutang couldn't help but exclaim: "This really is the Juque Sword, how did you get it from Zhan Zhao!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, although Bai Yutang didn't want to tell the truth, with his cowardly look, it seemed he really couldn't beat Zhan Zhao!

"Hey, what are you thinking? I won this!"

Looking at Bai Yutang with disdain, Zhang Cheng explained.

"Won it? Could it be that you gambled with those yamen runners yesterday and won against Zhan Zhao by the way?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in surprise, Bai Yutang looked at the Juque Sword in his hand.

"What do you think? In this Great Song, there is no one who can win against me in gambling!"

Speaking with a face full of dominance, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his head.

Because when it came to cheating, even if the God of Gamblers came, he would have to leave his hair behind before leaving!

"You don't know sword techniques either, why not sell the Juque Sword to me?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng happily, Bai Yutang couldn't help but ask.

"Dream on, this is the Juque Sword, not for sale!"

Taking back the Juque Sword, Zhang Cheng held it in his arms.

"Oh, don't be so stingy..."

Moving close to Zhang Cheng, Bai Yutang couldn't help but act coquettishly, appearing very charming.

And looking at Bai Yutang, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and pressed it on her face: "For a Juque Sword, you actually came onto a man, this is truly a moral decay!"

"You!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng’s words, Bai Yutang couldn't help but get angry.

But just then, two figures appeared outside the prison door.

Looking up, Zhang Cheng saw Zhan Zhao and Gongsun Ce, and was immediately stunned in place.

"Come out, today, I will settle the score with you, both in skill and in life and death!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng seriously, Gongsun Ce couldn't help but bite his cigarette and puff out smoke from his nostrils.

Looking at Gongsun Ce, who was like an old ox, Zhang Cheng was dumbfounded: "No, are you people from Kaifeng Prefecture all this stupid, pfft, all this reckless?"

In the Kaifeng Prefecture prison.

When the table was set up, the yamen runners gathered around one after another.

Playing with copper coins in his hand, Gongsun Ce said seriously: "Please!"

Looking at Gongsun Ce in front of him, Zhang Cheng smiled: "Since that’s the case, then I won't be polite!"

Scattering the copper coins in the bowl, Zhang Cheng moved his hands quickly and then said directly: "Come!"

"The bowl in the middle!"

Pointing to the middle, Gongsun Ce immediately gave the answer.

But just then, Zhang Cheng smiled: "It’s not there!"

"What? Not there, this is impossible, I clearly saw it!"

Speaking in surprise, Gongsun Ce turned his head: "Guard Zhan, you?"

"It’s not there!"

Shaking his head, Zhan Zhao seemed to be saying that Zhang Cheng hadn't cheated.

"This is impossible!"

Pinching his beard, Gongsun Ce was dumbfounded.

Half an hour later.

Zhan Zhao and Gongsun Ce, who were squatting in front of Kaifeng Prefecture, were reconciling their accounts.

Because the two of them had calculated for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how the copper coins, which were clearly in the bowl, had disappeared for no reason!

However, just as Zhang Cheng was killing it, Situ Yaozu also met his noble person, and that was Zhang Erhe!

Inside the mansion of the Censor-in-Chief and Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices.

Zhang Erhe stretched out his hands: "Guess!"

"This one!"

Pointing to one hand, Situ Yaozu became serious, because he had already lost once.

"It’s not there, you now owe the Lord another 100,000 taels!"

Looking at Situ Yaozu with a smile, Zhang Erhe explained.

"No, you don't have it in either hand!"

Looking at Zhang Erhe in shock, Situ Yaozu was stunned.

"I didn't tell you it was there either, see? This is life, helpless, right!"

Looking at Situ Yaozu, Zhang Erhe said with a smile: "As long as you acknowledge me as your foster father, you can marry the princess, you know, the princess... and I, am the Censor-in-Chief and Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, Zhang Erhe!"

"Father Zhang Erhe?"

Looking at Zhang Erhe, Situ Yaozu immediately thought of Zhang Dingding, whom he had just met today.

"Oh, you child is too smart!"

Looking at Situ Yaozu excitedly, Zhang Erhe couldn't help but get excited.

Because the scapegoat for the old Zhang family had finally been found!