Chapter 132 Playing Mahjong

One is the waist token of the Weiyang Palace.

Another is the disciple Identity Token of the Shenxiao Sect.

The last one is the Identity Token of the Captain of the Eastern Capital’s Infantry Department for the Fourth Camp of the three armies.

With these three tokens in hand, Chen Mo could move unhindered within the Imperial Palace.

If he were a bit more assertive, even the Imperial Guard wouldn’t dare to check him.

Seeing the three tokens in Chen Mo’s hands, Consort Yu and the palace maids beside her were stunned, their faces filled with amazement.

A eunuch, with so many identity tokens.

He must be quite favored.

The palace maids’ faces held a hint of envy.

Consort Yu was also somewhat envious.

Even though she was the Emperor’s consort, she did not have the right to roam the palace freely.

It could be said that a servant like Chen Mo had more rights than she, a consort, did.

Consort Yu bit her thin lip, but given her standing, she didn’t need to flatter Chen Mo at the moment, so she said:

"You finally came, how many days has it been now? If you hadn’t, I would have thought you were making a fool of me."

"I wouldn’t dare."

Chen Mo acted casually, found a place to sit at ease, placed the food box on the table, then opened the lid, took out some litchis from it, and said: "Consort Jing, I brought you some litchis..."

Litchis were grown in Bianliang, but the yield was limited, making their market price very high, and those sent into the palace were select large ones, making them even rarer.

You share some, and I share some.

Some people inevitably go without.

Consort Yu eyed them with a hint of longing; she had heard that a batch of litchis had been brought in by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and her maids had gone to see, but none were allotted to them. Seeing the litchis as big as eggs taken out, her mouth watered.

Is this even a eunuch?

He’s living better than the masters.

Judging by his words, they were meant for Consort Jing.

This birthed jealousy in Consort Yu’s heart. Watching Chen Mo’s nonchalant demeanor, she immediately shouted, "Bold, how dare you not bow when you see me."

"Greetings to Consort Yu." Chen Mo, seated on the ground, cupped his hands towards Consort Yu.

However, Consort Yu couldn’t detect even the slightest respect from him.

"You... humph..."

Consort Yu snorted coldly, but she found herself unable to do anything about Chen Mo.

Meanwhile, Ye Wanqiu was secretly delighted, though she didn’t say it out loud, and softly said, "Jade Sister, let’s eat together."

"Just a few litchis, I’ve already had them in the palace, they have no particular taste, just so-so."

With a few offhand comments, Consort Yu turned her gaze back to the wooden box containing the Mahjong, saying:

"Enough idle chatter, can you now tell me how to play this Mahjong?"

"Certainly."

Chen Mo peeled a litchi, ate it, and then said, "Consort Yu, you really don’t want to eat? It’s really sweet."

"Talk." Consort Yu said, her teeth almost gritting.

Chen Mo moved the wooden box closer, inviting Consort Yu and Ye Wanqiu to sit closer, and then said: "First, you need to recognize the tiles."

"These are called one bamboo to nine bamboo."

"These are one character to nine characters."

"..."

"This one is Prosperity..."

The afternoon was still ahead, and Chen Mo began teaching slowly.

After recognizing the tiles, Chen Mo started explaining the gameplay. He didn’t know three-player Mahjong, so he explained the four-player version: "First of all, this game requires four people to play, with me, Consort Jing, Consort Yu, we still need one more person."

"That’s simple, Die’Er, you come." Consort Yu called a palace maid named Die’Er to join them.

Then Chen Mo brought over two long tables.

Placing the two long tables together, forming a Mahjong table.

He then dumped all the Mahjong tiles onto the table and continued explaining the gameplay.

In his previous life, the rules varied by region, and naturally, Chen Mo taught the rules from his side.

The ladies were all bright.

In about half an hour, they had a good grasp of Chen Mo’s teachings.

"Alright, let’s play a few hands to see."

No matter how much is said, it’s all theoretical knowledge; you must practice to gradually master it.

Chen Mo started rolling the dice.

The dice were also carved from bamboo blocks.

"Six points."

Chen Mo said, "Starting from my side, moving right to left, so six points means starting from Consort Jing’s side."

On Chen Mo’s right was Ye Wanqiu.

To his left was Consort Yu.

Opposite was the palace maid named Die’Er.

Each grabbed thirteen tiles.

Since it was his turn, Chen Mo took fourteen tiles.

The first round went smoothly.

The second round.

Chen Mo: "Two bamboo."

Ye Wanqiu: "Nine characters."

"Chow." Sitting opposite Ye Wanqiu, Consort Yu played a seven and eight characters.

"Stop." Chen Mo quickly stopped her, then said: "Consort Yu, you can’t chow the tiles of Consort Jing."

"Why?"

"Because only Consort Jing’s next player, which is Die’Er, can chow, and you are opposite Consort Jing, that’s not allowed; you can only chow Die’Er’s tiles." Chen Mo explained.

"Oh, I see. You didn’t make that clear earlier."

Giving Chen Mo a sideways glance, Consort Yu took back the seven and eight characters.

When neither Peng nor chow happened, Die’Er began.

"Middle." Die’Er said.

"Peng." Chen Mo Peng the tile.

Consort Yu’s eyes widened: "You’re clearly opposite Die’Er, why can you chow, and I can’t?"

"Uh..."

"Consort Yu, I’m Peng-ing, not chowing. For Peng, any of the three can do it. For chow, you can only take from the player before you." Chen Mo explained.

"So complicated, why didn’t you clarify this at the start?"

"Didn’t I explain this at the start?"

"You explained so much at once, I forgot."

Chen Mo: "..."

...

Then.

Consort Jing and Die’Er also made mistakes.

But upon realizing their mistakes, they quickly corrected them rather than fussing at Chen Mo.

But Consort Yu was different; she not only fussed but also shouted at Chen Mo.

...

After several more rounds.

"Haha, Big Three Dragons." Consort Yu spread her tiles wide, laughing.

One of the palace maids quickly praised: "My Lady, you’re amazing."

"How many multipliers is Big Three Dragons?" Ye Wanqiu asked Chen Hong.

"Eighty-eight multipliers." Consort Yu laughed.

"Consort Yu, you’ve declared a foul..."

Chen Mo glanced at Consort Yu’s tiles and then calmly said.

"..."

The smile instantly disappeared from Consort Yu’s face, replaced by a dark look aimed at Chen Mo.

As if saying, you better explain, or else...

So Chen Mo proceeded to explain.

Consort Yu looked over her tiles again and realized it was indeed a foul.

"My Lady, a declared foul seems to owe everyone." Die’Er said softly.

Upon hearing this, Consort Yu’s face turned red; after glaring at Die’Er, she said: "It’s just a practice game, let’s continue."

...

After another half an hour.

As they played more, errors gradually diminished.

Consort Yu and Consort Jing both found enjoyment.

However...

"Self-draw, single suit, haha, surely it’s not wrong this time, is it?"

After carefully inspecting the tiles and confirming no mistakes, Consort Yu pushed them forward.

"There’s nothing wrong with the tile pattern, but Consort Yu, why is there a missing tile?"

Consort Yu: "..."

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