"Second brother is the best!" She deliberately brushed Jiang Qingmo's sleeves when she took the banknote. The winding branch pattern of her Yuehua skirt swept away the pearl hairpin on the little girl's temples. "Unlike some people, who don't even have a decent headdress."
“Bang!”
Jiang Qingmo slammed the IOU on the table, shaking the ice powder in the glass bowl: "Write it clearly in black and white, and I'll give you 30% interest!" The jade bracelet on her wrist knocked against the back of Jiang Baichuan's hand, causing him to gasp in pain.
Jiang Yuyao paused as she held the wolf-hair brush. Ink dripped onto the three characters "Jiang Yuyao," leaving a dark spot. "Second brother, does Qing Mo not trust you?"
"Brothers should settle accounts clearly." Jiang Baichuan touched the gold thread peony on the purse at his waist - it was embroidered by Jiang Songyi last month. "Even if Songyi comes to borrow it, I will accept it."
"I have money," Jiang Songyi suddenly said, twirling a piece of ice with her fingertips and drawing circles on the table. The water stain formed by the melted ice happened to form the word "gamble," which made Jiang Baichuan's eyelids twitch.
At this moment, shouts were heard from the entrance of the casino. Master Ling stepped over the threshold, waving a gold-sprinkled folding fan. The scent of rouge on the fan ribs mixed with the smell of sweat hit his nose: "Jiang Er! Three is missing one!" The jade pendant on his waist was engraved with the word "Shengfeng", and it shone in the sun, making Jiang Songyi squint.
Jiang Baichuan subconsciously took a half step back, and the purse embroidered with the word "delicacy" hit the corner of the counter: "I have to accompany my sister today."
"Five thousand taels!" Master Ling stretched out five fingers, with dice crumbs embedded in the cracks between his nails. "What I lost to you yesterday, I won back today!" As he spoke, his eyes swept over the jade pendant on Jiang Songyi's waist. The missing toe of the dragon pattern was facing the casino sign.
Jiang Yuyao suddenly chuckled, "Second brother has always had good luck, so a little gambling is good for the soul." Her fingertips brushed the edge of the banknote, and her newly dyed nail polish looked like the red lanterns in front of the casino. "Sister Songyi, don't you think so?"
Jiang Songyi flicked the crushed ice into the glass bowl, causing ripples on the ice powder: "Go if you want." When she stood up, the jade pendant on her waist jingled, the same sound as when it broke when the prince fell from his horse.
Jiang Qingmo was about to speak when Jiang Songyi stopped him with a look. The little girl angrily tugged at the tassel of her purse, and the pearl hanging from it rolled to the ground, where it happened to be stepped on by Master Ling.
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