On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Willow catkins floated in the capital city in March, and the sunlight filtered through the carved glazed tiles of the Hero Casino, casting mottled shadows on the velvet carpet.

Lin Zhen was wearing a black jade ring and was followed by eight black-clad thugs. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was swept by the heat wave.

The crisp sound of dice hitting the celadon bowl, the muffled sound of mahjong hitting the table, and the rustling sound of leaf cards flipping, mixed with the smell of sweat, stench and rouge, weaves into an intoxicating web.

"Look! It's the prince!"

"Put your hand back. How could you point at the prince?"

"You don't have any rules, don't you want to live?"

The whispers spread like ripples.

Lin Zhen narrowed his eyes and looked at the colorful scene in the casino: in front of the Pai Gow table on the east side, the jade rings of the wealthy businessmen shone coldly under the candlelight; next to the dice stall on the west side, several playboys were slapping gold leaves into bowls; in the private room on the second floor, there was a Xiangfei bamboo curtain, and the sound of stringed instruments and the sweet laughter of women could be heard faintly.

He tapped the jade pendant with a dragon pattern on his waist and walked towards the noisiest corner.

Suddenly, I heard a noisy sound coming from not far away.

"You son of a bitch, are you fucking cheating?" A loud shout pierced through the noise.

The rich young master's face flushed red, the red silk tied on his forehead hung crookedly on the bridge of his nose, his mink cloak was wrinkled, and the dominoes in his hand were almost crushed.

The middle-aged man opposite, Long Er, was calm and composed, slowly stroking his jade ring. "This is the Hero Casino, the prince's place. No one dares to cheat here."

"Then how could I possibly lose?" Fugui grabbed the dice on the table and slammed them down. Six dice rolled out, all aces. "I... I bet on big eighteen times in a row. How is that possible?"

Long Er laughed triumphantly: "Hahahaha, are you allowed to win all the time? Master Fugui, if you don't have money, please go back."

The four iron tower-like thugs behind him took half a step forward, and the short knives at their waists swayed slightly with the movement.

"I don't have money? Who said I don't have money!" Fugui's neck veins bulged, and he turned to shout at the crowd, "Yan Miao! Quick, lend me another fifty taels. I'm going to bet with him to the end today!"

That's the mentality of a gambler.

If you win, you want to win again; if you lose, you want to make a comeback.

Little did they know that this big net had already been laid, and Fugui was not the first victim.

The crowd automatically parted, revealing Yan Miao's graceful figure.

She was wearing a bright red cheongsam with gold weaving, and the neckline was very low, revealing her delicate collarbone and a touch of snow-white.

This is a new battle robe designed by Lin Zhen himself and commissioned by the most skilled embroiderer in the capital to create. It not only shows status but also makes men unable to take their eyes off it. It is just right for Yan Miao.

I saw her walking towards me with her slim waist twisting, smiling sweetly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Master Fugui." Yan Miaolian took a light step, and her jade earrings swayed with her movements. "Your account should be settled."

As she spoke, she took the huge yellowed account book from the accountant and opened a page, which was densely covered with rich handprints.

"Look, the house deeds, the tables and chairs, even the maids and servants in the mansion, as well as your wife and two concubines..." She deliberately dragged out the last word, her nail-painted fingertips running over the IOU, and sneered, "It's all here."

"I'll give it to you later. Are you afraid that I won't pay you?" Fugui stretched out his hand to grab the IOU, but Yan Miao dodged it deftly.

The two waitresses behind her immediately held his wrists, revealing a cuff that was also embroidered with a lotus pattern.

"Hehe, Master Fugui, what can you borrow?" Yan Miaojiao laughed and took a half step back, her eyes full of mockery. "Last time you said you would mortgage your ancestral tomb, but it turns out you lost it to the pawnshop in the west of the city three months ago."

Her face suddenly turned cold, and she raised her chin towards the box on the second floor: "Come on, send the rich young master home, and take back his house according to the contract."

"Yes!" The eight black-clad thugs responded in unison, their voices shaking the crystal chandelier on the beams slightly.

Fugui suddenly collapsed in his chair, and the red silk that symbolized good luck completely slipped down to the tip of his nose.

He looked at the magnificent decorations in the casino, and his gaze finally stopped on the bronze statue in the center of the hall - it was the statue of the champion of the first Gambling King Championship in the Hero Casino, and the sculpture was of him in high spirits a year ago.

"Is this me?" he shouted, suddenly rushing over and hugging the base of the statue. "I've got this to hold it down. Lend me fifty taels! Just fifty taels!"

Yan Miao chuckled, reached out to take off the earrings and played with them gently: "This is the treasure of our Hero Casino. It is not yours personally and cannot be mortgaged."

She winked at the thugs, and two strong men immediately stepped forward and carried Fugui.

“Let me go! Your casino is so shameless!” Fugui struggled, and his mink coat was torn off, revealing a wine-stained satin shirt underneath.

"I want to see Zhang Li! Let Zhang Li come out!"

"I give you so much money every year, and you won't even lend me fifty taels!"

"Zhang Li!!"

Seeing Fugui being dragged out, Lin Zhen felt a little scared.

This scene is so familiar. In that book, didn’t Fugui also have the same ending?

Many times our world seems to be a huge cycle. It is unpredictable when and what will happen repeatedly. Maybe a thousand years later there will be a man named Fugui who also loses to Long Er in a casino and becomes penniless.

Lin Zhen felt a little emotional and said to Hou Chun, "Follow and see."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hou Chun turned and went out.

Lin Zhen turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Not far away, one could hear Fugui's cries and the crisp sound of the dice rolling again.

When he stepped onto the carved staircase, the Xiangfei bamboo curtain in the elegant room on the third floor was blown up by the wind, revealing half of Zhang Li's face painted with cinnabar.

She was wearing a purple brocade cheongsam and playing with a wolf-head jade pendant in her hand - it was a token of the Northern Yan nobility, but now it appeared in the hands of the owner of the largest casino in the capital.

"Husband! Why are you here?" Zhang Li's voice was as sweet as honey. With a wave of her jade hand, the singers and dancers in the private room immediately retreated.

When she stood up, a section of her snow-white calf was revealed at the slit of her cheongsam, and the tips of her shoes embroidered with gold thread lightly tapped the ground.

"My dear husband, please go to the room and wait for me. This will be over soon."

"Let me see what he thinks of foreigners." Lin Zhen looked at several men in the box with an unfriendly look.

If there weren't so many members of the Tiger Guards standing inside, he would have suspected that Zhang Li was being bullied.

Zhang Li said: "They are indeed merchants from Persia. They want to keep a shop in Beiyan."

"Do I need to discuss this with you?"

"My husband, you don't know this, but I've already ordered the caravan to take over many shops in Northern Yan. Because of the war, they're selling very cheaply, with the total price being less than 10% of what it was before the war."

"Hahaha, worthy of you."