Bai Ye and the others looked at each other speechlessly for a few times, shook their heads, and followed in.
At this time, the front of the hall was crowded with people, and the seats were packed. Many people didn't even have seats, let alone the private rooms upstairs.
Hongfangfang is no better than a brothel. You can listen to the gossips of visitors. The girls here are all prostitutes but not their bodies. The people who come here are all elegant people. Guests are allowed to stay overnight to listen to music and dance, but they are not allowed to do dirty things.
After Hongfang became famous, a few reckless rich men came to make trouble and insisted on letting girls sleep with them. As a result, the two door gods here took care of them so much that they didn't even recognize their own mothers, so that they were beaten once in the future. Once, even though those people were rich and powerful, they were unable to do anything about Hongfang.
There is also a small group of people who mainly want to see Baili Hongzhuang, but want to see if the legendary boss here, Miss Que, is really a seven or eight-year-old girl as rumored by the outside world.
This is not a wine pool and a meat forest. As long as there is money, men, women and children can come here to watch. It seems that Suzaku and the others came up with this series of rules in order to collect intelligence and did not want to be restricted by gender and age.
Seeing how well-kept this place is, Bai Ye feels a little proud. The person he values is really not a thing in the pool!
"Look! Mother Wang is here! It's about to begin!"
On the side of the grand round platform, a well-maintained, elegantly dressed, graceful middle-aged woman was walking up the steps, looking very calm.
Mo Chanyin smacked his tongue: "Why does the mother here have such a temperament as a noble lady? Hongfangfang is interesting."
Bai Ye was noncommittal, waiting to hear what the mother said when she came on stage.
"Everyone!" Mother Wang said in a loud and steady voice, waving her sleeves lightly and pressing down with her palms, and the noise in the whole place instantly fell silent.
Bai Ye praised: "Good aura!"
"To make a long story short, there will be no singing and dancing in Hongli Square tonight!"
As soon as these words came out, whispers continued. If there is no singing and dancing and no Baili Hongzhuang, what's the point
Mother Wang glanced at the audience lightly, then opened her lips and continued: "Today, I am mainly auctioning an item." After a pause, she raised the corner of her lips: "It's the wine glass used by the girl with red makeup!"
These words were like a falling stone hitting a calm lake, causing huge waves immediately.
"I want it, I want it! I want to drink from the girl's wine glass and never change it again!"
Someone said with disdain: "It's just your little family fortune, save it for a few more decades!"
Of course, there are also doubts.
Someone asked: "How do we know that it is the cup used by the girl with red makeup? What if you just use a cup to fool us in order to make money?"
Everyone thought this was reasonable. Every word you said to me caused a lot of noise.
At the same time, in the red room on the second floor, both the satin fabrics and the mattresses and quilts in the inner room are all in red.
A charming figure sitting in front of the mirror with a touch of red gauze, holding a comb with her jade fingers, a strand of black silk hanging down her side, smoothing it down, and stroking her hair with her hand.
Apply makeup powder, draw crescent eyebrows, and add crimson lips.
The person in the mirror has beautiful red stone beads between her eyebrows. Her makeup is exquisite and enchanting. Her eyes are long and narrow, her eyelashes are as long as fans, her eyes are full of charm and charm.
The window next to her was wide open, and the bright moon was in the sky. The moonlight shone on her body through the window, adding a soft color to her beauty, like a sign of immortality, and she was so beautiful under the shadow of the candlelight.