Each of the five most beautiful women in red has some amazing faces, especially the woman in the middle, which is even more beautiful and suffocating.
The guzheng sounded softly, and the woman in the middle was half-sitting and stroking the zither.
The four red-clothed women danced lightly, with red sleeves joined together, shaking everyone's minds.
Since ancient times, it is no wonder that the beauty of the hero, the beauty and the misfortune, does not reflect the great sin of the woman, but that the man is often weak in the face of the beautiful woman, and it is difficult to resist.
Most of the people present were powerful disciples, and there were never women beside them, but when they saw the beautiful figures on the high platform, they were completely absorbed.
"Buy one and go home." Mingyue looked at the five women in red and persuaded softly, there was no dancer in the house, it was really boring, these people looked pretty good, you can pass the time when you are bored.
"No money"
Ning Chen shook his head without hesitation and said, his salary was set by the eldest grandson himself, and it was just enough for the mansion's expenses when he was fully calculated. Mingyue is a little frustrated, this is indeed a big problem, they really have no money, she has been the emperor for more than seven years, this is the first time she has seen such a miserable marquis, the salaries of court officials are generally fixed, and it has never appeared like a bad guy
Salary will be controlled.
After a while, the election of the oiran began, and as expected, the result was decided by the votes of those present.
It's just that this ticket is not for nothing, but for money.
The five red-clothed women on the high platform were all well-known chaperons from the imperial city, and there were a large number of suitors, among them the extraordinary and powerful, and the matter of throwing money was never a problem.
"Twelve taels, let's play." Ning Chen took out a small ingot and handed it to Ming Yuedao.
"I choose the middle one" Mingyue said happily as she took the ingot.
"Young Master Ling gives 300 taels of silver and 30 votes for Miss Liu"
"Li Gongzi paid 700 taels of silver and voted for 70 votes for Miss Chu"
"Young Master Yue gave a thousand taels of silver..."
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A series of voices sounded, and they came up with astonishing numbers. I have to say that these noble children in the imperial city are all rich, and spending a lot of money is not just talk.
The land of fireworks has always been a bottomless gold-eliminating cave.
"Young Master Ming gives 10 taels of silver and votes for Miss Liu"
At this moment, a surprising voice sounded in the corner of the banquet. Everyone was stunned and looked at it subconsciously. The goddess who reported the number was slightly condensed and quite nervous.
On the second floor, Su Feiyan was also stunned when she heard the sound, and immediately got up and walked to the curtain, looking like two figures in the corner of the banquet, her eyes narrowed unconsciously, it turned out that he had already come.
In the corner of the banquet, Ning Chen felt the gaze from the second floor, looked up, and smiled faintly.
In the end, the woman in red who played the zheng in the middle won by an absolute advantage and won the name of the courtesan this year.
"Liu Ruoxi, what a great name, it's a pity" Ning Chen glanced at the woman on the stage, sighed lightly, and didn't say anything more.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, when her face fades, in the land of fireworks, the higher she is held, the heavier she will fall in the end.
The oiran of all dynasties will not end well. It is an honor to marry a powerful concubine. If you are unlucky, it is very likely that you will be swept out of the house when your face grows old.
This sigh was Ning Chen's pity for the fate of a beautiful woman, but it was only this sigh.
Everyone has their own path, and he doesn't want to change anyone. Today, she is playing the zither on the stage, and he is enjoying it below. This is all their fate, that's all.
At this moment, on the second floor, a steady and heavy voice sounded, "Su Wen Ruoxi girl has also learned Jinghong dance, why don't you dance to everyone?"
"This proposal is very good." There was also a voice in another box, agreeing.
During the banquet, everyone immediately agreed and asked the new oiran to perform a stunning dance for everyone.
"If you cherish your ugliness"
On the high platform, Liu Ruoxi bowed to everyone Yingying, her gorgeous face was a little weak, and people couldn't help but feel a desire to care.
The next moment, with red clothes on, long sleeves covering her face, she danced with light steps, slow at first, but then faster and faster.
The dancing red clothes are like the most beautiful butterfly, trying their best to bloom their brilliance in this most beautiful time.
The Jinghong Dance is the most difficult dance in the world. In the past, Su Feiyan's stunning dance moved the world. Today, it reappears, and it is still amazing and people can't take their eyes off.
Everyone was fascinated and admired this gorgeous elegance. After tonight, they will never forget it again.
"Swish"
At this moment, a bright sword light flashed in front of everyone's eyes, stabbing the figure dancing on the stage, so suddenly that everyone did not react.
Ning Chen saw it, but he didn't make a move.
On the second floor, Su Feiyan didn't make a move either, the same calm gaze, ruthless and indifferent.
Time seemed to stop. On the high platform, Liu Ruoxi's eyes narrowed fiercely, her face paled, but she could do nothing, she could only watch the sword light getting closer and closer.
This is the coldest world. Under the calculations and scheming, the life of a weak woman seems so insignificant.
At the last distance, Liu Ruoxi had closed her eyes in despair. Perhaps, this result was also good.
"Ding"
The sound of the piano finally sounded, and the assassin's sword was affected, and it was three inches away. A sword pierced into Liu Ruoxi's shoulder, and the blood dripped and bloomed brilliantly.
During the banquet, everyone finally reacted, and several disciples of the generals rushed forward and fought with the assassins.
In the corner, Ning Chen was still drinking quietly, as if all this had nothing to do with it.
"Aren't you going to help?" Mingyue asked softly.
"No," Ning Chen shook his head and replied.
"Oh" Mingyue nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Behind the curtain on the second floor, Su Feiyan looked at Ning Chen, who had always been indifferent in the corner below, her eyes narrowed slightly, such a wise man, this self-control and ruthlessness made her look at her with admiration again.
There is no doubt about Liu Ruoxi's charm. No one can predict the suddenness of this sword. However, in this case, the Wuhou of Daxia can still be indifferent. If it is not really cold-blooded and ruthless, it is too calm horrible.
It turned out that there are really men in the world who can resist the temptation of beauty.
It's a pity that Fan Lingyue sent this secret.
If the hero does not save the beauty, the rest of the scene will be difficult to perform. Su Feiyan plucked the strings again with his fingertips, and a song broke his liver and intestines. On the high platform, the assassin was slapped in the heart by a child of a military commander, and blood spurted out. straight down.
The scene was chaotic for a while, but Ning Chen and Mingyue were still sitting quietly in the corner, watching the farce.
"Sir, Miss, please"
After a long time, a girl dressed as a maid came and saluted respectfully.
"kindness"
Ning Chen got up, without any surprises, he never thought that this was just an ordinary oiran meeting, Su Feiyan would definitely send someone down to invite him, there is no doubt about it.
The maid walked in front, and Ning Chen pulled Xiao Mingyue to follow. Because of what happened just now, everyone's attention was attracted, and no one cared about the three of them leaving.
On the second floor, behind the bead curtain, there were two people sitting, one was Su Feiyan and the other was Liu Ruoxi.
Looking at it up close, Liu Ruoxi's expression was a little weak after the injury, and it became more and more attractive.
After Ning Chen and Mingyue came, Su Feiyan said, "Ruoxi, you go down first"
"Yes" Liu Ruoxi bowed her body and left immediately.
Su Feiyan poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Ning Chen, and asked, intentionally or unintentionally, "How do you feel about Ruoxi?"
Ning Chen picked up the tea and said lightly, "Miss Su should know about her background. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is useless to a person from the palace."
"What if the young master has never been cleansed?" Su Feiyan said suddenly.
The "Bang" teacup shattered and spilled on Ning Chen's hand, and a trace of blood spilled out between the broken porcelain, which was extremely dazzling.
"Girl is joking." Ning Chen took the towel handed by Xiao Mingyue and wiped it gently. "Ming people don't speak secretly in front of them, and Feiyan never likes to joke about business." After that, Su Feiyan poured another cup of tea, handed it to the former, and said softly, "If you have arrived, you should leave the cabinet. age, sooner or later will be sent out,
If the son doesn't like it, it will just be bought by other powerful disciples and become a plaything in the end."
Su Fei's smoking talk is cruel, but it's also a fact. Women always get old and fading. After all, women from the land of fireworks have a disgraceful identity and are destined to not get a good death.
However, today's Liu Ruoxi is at the moment of peerless elegance, and there are not a few people who want to take him into his arms. Nodding at this time will undoubtedly bear a lot of favor.
The tea is very delicious, sweet and slightly bitter. After Ning Chen took a sip, he put down the teacup and calmly said, "What's up with me?"
After speaking, Ning Chen got up and said, "If Miss Su has nothing else to do, I will leave now. It's getting late, and Mingyue has to rest."
Su Feiyan was stunned for a moment, and she recovered after a while, smiled softly, and said, "Qiu Lan, send your son a ride."
"Yes." A woman in Chinese clothes walked in and replied.
"You don't need to be so troublesome," Ning Chen said, refusing to send him off, leading Mingyue to leave.
After the two left, Qiu Lan asked with a puzzled face, "Miss, why didn't you keep him?"
"We don't know much about him, and rushing in may have the opposite effect. I didn't expect that he would be so indifferent to Ruoxi's matter, and he wouldn't hide it at all." Su Feiyan frowned slightly, this fateful Hou Yuanbi It's harder to deal with than imagined.
"What about Ruoxi?" Qiu Lan thought about it, but couldn't help but ask.
"Send it to the Marquis of Zhiming. If the Marquis does not accept it, I will bring it back and give it to Hongniang. Whether to pick up the guest or send it to the powerful and let Hongniang arrange it" Su Feiyan carefully packed the tea set on the table, not paying much attention.
"Bangdang", the sound of something falling sounded from the box next door, causing Qiu Lan to frown unhappily. The girl's burden was getting bigger and bigger, and she even dared to eavesdrop on their speech. In front of the tea table, the corner of Su Fei's mouth was curved in a beautiful arc, and half of her face was covered by hanging blue silk, making it difficult to see clearly.