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The beggar was also surprised to find himself so connected with such a wealthy young man. "We meet again. Why don't you guys play a couple of rounds?"

“Let’s come in and take a look,” Zheng Nianyun replied smoothly. The surroundings were noisy, and the dice boy inside the table was still shouting, “Place your bets now…”

The beggar glanced at the manager beside Zheng Zhian and greeted him, "Hello, manager." At the same time, he thought to himself that these people must be quite extraordinary to have the casino manager personally accompanying them.

"Brother Erniu, how was your harvest today?" The steward deliberately glanced at his chest and asked with a smile.

I knew this manager was good at interpersonal relationships, but I didn't expect him to be so eloquent. He's a casino manager, yet he's asking gamblers about their winnings.

Erniu turned to the side and gestured with his head toward the table, "I haven't been here long."

Zheng Nianyun was also surprised that they knew each other. A man who claimed to be a beggar not only had money to enter the gambling den, but also managed to be remembered by the manager of the gambling den. He was quite a character!

He casually walked up to Erniu and put his arm around his shoulder. The two of them turned around and looked at the dice cup on the table that was about to be opened. "Which one did you place?"

"Small."

...

Zheng Zhian didn't care. Er Niu hadn't told them the truth at the time. It was understandable for strangers to hide their identities.

At this point, the dice cup was opened, and the dice boy shouted, "One, two, four, small!"

The steward whispered to Zheng Zhian, "He was one of the people involved in yesterday's gambling." Now that they had met, his only wish was that these little devils would never come to Dixingxian again after today.

If this happens a few more times, I'm afraid I'll lose my job.

Zheng Zhian looked up at him, then looked down with narrowed eyes at the person chatting and laughing with Zheng Nianyun.

Is this what the Thousand-Faced Monster looks like? It's not that she's judging by appearance, but it's really hard to associate his appearance with the nickname "Thousand-Faced Monster."

"Thank you." Zheng Zhian said her thanks, and she also stepped to the two of them and joined the game.

After watching more than a dozen rounds, Zheng Zhian discovered that Er Niu seemed to have both wins and losses, but in reality, he won big and lost small amounts.

She had a better idea of ​​what was going on. Her master had said that the Thousand-Faced Monster had never lost, so was this Erniu really one of them?

Zheng Yichen, who had been wandering around ever since he came in, found them and patted Zheng Zhian, who was shouting enthusiastically, saying, "It's time to go back."

If he stayed any longer, he was really afraid that the two of them would come to gamble every day from now on.

Zheng Yichen patted Zheng Nianyun a few times but he didn't react. He was obviously very engrossed in the task. Zheng Yichen had no choice but to step forward, forcibly grab the back of his collar, and drag him out. "Still big!"

Zheng Zhian quickly said a sentence to Ling Fei and then followed him.

The person in charge pretended not to see it, as long as they didn't cause trouble for the Earth Immortal, everything was negotiable.

After they left the Earth Immortal Realm, the shops and stores on the street outside were already open, and there were many more people than when they had just entered. Zheng Nianyun broke free from Zheng Yichen's grasp and said, "Zheng Yichen, can't you give me some face?!"

He had just finished yelling when he felt the stares of passersby. He gripped the soles of his shoes tightly with his toes, straightened his clothes with a serious expression, and said earnestly, "Cousin, you are too rude. It is an insult to civility."

Zheng Zhian crossed his arms and said with an exaggerated expression, "You still know how to be civilized?! That's rare, very rare!"

Faced with her undermining him, Zheng Nianyun took out the fan tucked in his waistband, opened it with a 'whoosh,' placed it in front of his chest, and raised his head in an arc. "This young master is as handsome as jade and as polite and humble as I am. How could I not know manners? Don't judge a book by its cover."

Zheng Zhian patted his chest and said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, yes, you are handsome and refined. You can stand here. A lot of girls will definitely be captivated by you later." If he weren't so arrogant, he would indeed be quite presentable.

Once she left, Zheng Yichen ignored her, a fleeting smile in his eyes, and followed the figure in front of him away.

Zheng Nianyun, who was behind him, snapped out of his self-satisfaction. There were only occasional passersby around him. When he met those strange looks, he awkwardly covered his nose with his fan, coughed lightly, and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

Deep down, however, he was pondering the reasons behind Senior Xiao's sudden arrival yesterday and Zhi'an's visit today...

In any case, this has nothing to do with him, the idle prince.

Zheng Nianyun appeared leisurely and slow, but in reality, he had already used his movement technique and caught up with the two people who were strolling ahead in a short while.

They strolled leisurely and happened to pass by the Drunken Immortal Pavilion that the steward had mentioned. Zheng Zhian glanced at the signboard; she had heard a lot about this place at the Imperial Academy, but had never been here before.

I only heard that it used to be just an ordinary restaurant, but after my father started the imperial examination, many talented men and women from all over the country came to the capital, which led to the gathering of outstanding people from all over the country at Zuixianlou.

Unlike East Street, this place isn't expensive, and the owner behind it is a very shrewd businessman.

The restaurant hired storytellers, and every month they would post complex riddles for the well-read students to solve. If someone could solve one, their meal that day would be free. This attracted many ambitious people, and it gradually became a regular gathering place for scholars and literati.

Zheng Zhian hadn't planned to go in, but suddenly he heard faint sounds of arguing coming from inside.

"Four years ago, although few students from poor families passed the imperial examinations, Yu Xiuzhu was one of the top two scorers. How can we say that there are no talented people from poor families?"

Seeing her expression, Zheng Yichen asked in a low voice, "Shall we go in and take a look?"

“That works too.” Zheng Zhian nodded.

The group walked towards the entrance, where a young waiter greeted them, "How many of you are there, sir? Would you like a private room?"

Just as Zheng Nianyun was about to say yes, Zheng Zhian interrupted her, saying, "The three of you can stay in the main hall."

"Three esteemed guests!" The waiter was surprised, but his long experience as a worker prevented him from showing it.

It was still early, and there were only three or four tables of customers on the left side of the lobby. The waiter wanted to lead them to the right side by the window.

Zheng Zhian pointed to the corner on the left and asked, "Is anyone at that table?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter was slightly taken aback, but quickly replied, "There's no one there." He hurriedly stepped forward, pulled down the long cloth draped over his shoulder, and deftly wiped the tables and chairs, explaining with a smile, "There's no one here. Please have a seat, esteemed guests. What would you like to eat?"

He had just subconsciously felt that he should take the three of them to a better location, but he hadn't expected that he would have done something unnecessary.

Zheng Zhian felt that the waiter's eyes had been trained to be incredibly sharp, and said with a smile, "Young man, just bring me whatever you like."

The waiter nodded politely, "Please have a seat, gentlemen."

Only after receiving a reply did he turn around and quickly leave.

Zheng Zhian followed the gaze and looked up at the second floor, where several young men dressed as scholars were standing. It was clear that the person downstairs had just been talking to the person upstairs.

She lifted the robe behind her and sat down on the stool, a gesture that exuded a free and unrestrained spirit.

Noticing the sudden silence in the lobby, she looked at the young people standing at the middle table, a friendly smile on her face, and said, "Please continue."