I am the King of Northern Tang, and you, Duke Lu, still snatch money from me.

What a bandit!

"I bet on the Northern Tang King lost."

The big black-faced Yuchi Gong's voice sounded like a gong.

The other ministers all bet that Qin Zichuan lost.

The honest and honest Qin Qiong expressed his refusal to gambling.

Qin Zichuan was immediately filled with joy when he saw it.

The Tang Dynasty's treasury was empty, but these imperial ministers were rich!

Since the court does not pay, then make some money from the ministers.

Qin Zichuan's little abacus in his mind was extraordinary.

"Why do you have to wear shoes when you go out?"

Qin Zichuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked deeply.

"Of course you have to wear shoes when you go out, otherwise your feet will not be worn out?"

Yuchi Gong pulled his big black face and asked in discomfort.

If Qin Zichuan had not become famous in the frontier battle, he would have picked Qin Zichuan up and beaten him up long ago.
Chapter completed!