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In later generations, we called it appearance, and we can also use various names for beauty pageants. There is no difference in essence between the ancient Oiran contest and the beauty pageants of Miss Hong Kong, Miss Asia, Miss World and the most beautiful old lady in a certain village.

It's not even just the selection of beauties, because with the implicit title of appearance, beauty is not only a woman's patent, but also a man's beauty.

This fully proves that the ancients were still very subtle, and there was no perversion of later generations at all.

Under the leadership of the old bustard, Wen and his party were led to a private room on the second floor.

The reason why there is such a private room is entirely due to that poem.

The effect of viewing here is good, looking out of the attic window on the second floor, you can clearly see the whole picture of the stage in the hall, and the little ladies who are ready to perform to win the first place in the Oiran Contest are waiting in an orderly manner.

In fact, I heard that this was completely deceived by the old bustard, and of course there is a private room to be called a guest in normal times, but at this time, only the position in front of the stage is the most popular position.

Normally, the dignitaries were dismissive of the seats in front of the hall, but at this time, they did everything they could to occupy the best positions in front of the stage, so that they could enjoy the talents and faces of the oiran up close.

Like this, more than 100 meters away from the stage, you can see the faces of the Oiran to be ghostly.

The old bustard is undoubtedly very busy now, and he ordered the turtles to serve a little tea, and then disappeared.

On the stage, a candidate for the Oiran was dancing the so-called erotic dance with a flowing posture, causing a group of pigs in heat to scream in the audience, and the silver money was like the water of the waterfall pouring down, as if to drown the place where the singer lived.

Looking at the hot atmosphere of the scene, it is very similar to the posture of fans chasing stars in later generations.

At this time, the Oiran was actually the star that later generations called.

The long-standing spirit of entertainment can be said to run through the 5,000-year history of China.

The old bustard, who presided over the ceremony, was coquettish in a sweet voice on the stage: "Baihualou deeply thanks all the distinguished guests for their support, just now our little phoenix, a dance "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", a total of 150 votes of support, thank you again for your support.

The next singing, by the long-time "Tianxiangyuan" owner, Xie Xiaoniang, to bring a new work to all distinguished guests, please taste slowly, more appreciation. ”

The cheers from the audience suddenly stopped, and they lasted for a long time.

Hearing a deep sigh, it seems that this little lady Xie is very famous.

With such an unprofessional hosting skill of the old bustard, he can still make such a big noise, which is completely due to the glamorous name of the little lady Xie.

"Sir, it's Little Lady Xie!" Zheng Zhutou leaned over and whispered to Wen Beside him.

Wen He smiled and said, "Oh, Lao Zheng, are you also moved?" Planning to meet this little lady for a while? ”

"This little lady Xie is the famous Oiran of Baihualou, and it is rare to show up once a year, and how many dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital have tried their best to ask to see each other but can't. With my Lao Zheng, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see her in this life. Zheng Zhutou sighed.

Wen Yi was stunned and said: "Lao Zheng, you are really tempted!" ”

Zheng Zhutou said as a matter of course: "As long as it is a man, I don't believe that there is no one who is not moved." ”

“......... Okay, then let's take a good look at how much this heavenly fairy can give us. Wen pouted.

For this kind of obscenity of the ancients, I really can't get used to it, and I don't know how many love action movies of Fusang Country have been appreciated in later generations, but under the condition that there is no plastic surgery in ancient times, can beauty be more charming than the beauties of later generations? Tan Fengyi is a beauty among beauties, and she can't see what she can become.

It is rare and strange to hear that Zheng Zhutou is still slandering, and he has never seen the world.

In the hall, on the stage.

A woman dressed in red, with a half-sparse bun and a light red tulle on her head, has already walked to the stage.

In the entire hall, the crowd was suddenly silent, and when they saw it for the first time, they could wear the fiery red gauze clothes with a cold and elegant feeling.

Red is a passionate and unrestrained color, but wearing it on this woman gives people a light and elegant charm.

It makes people feel like they are in a fairyland, with white clouds surrounding, mist flowing under their feet, and cranes flying softly.

The strong sensory contrast makes the human mind completely captured.

The woman sat on the stage with a leaning body, as if squatting on the green grass with the fragrance of birds and flowers, and put the Yaoqin lightly on her legs and knees with two tender white hands.

The delicate fingers plucked the strings, and the sound of the spring bell spread immediately.

Sad, pathetic, and muffled lyrics and songs are sung softly from the woman's mouth as if covered with magic.

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind.

More blows down, stars like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

.......

Moth snow willow golden wisps.

The laughter is full of dark fragrance.

The crowd is looking for him thousands of times.

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

............”

Listening to the woman's sad lyrics, the folding fan that had been tapping the palm of her hand finally stood still.

This song "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi" is the ticket that Wen entered the building just now, and it was just handed over to the old bustard less than a quarter of an hour.

The poems that should have been born in a hundred years are now born, which means that this woman must have an extraordinary Hui Lan heart, so that she can understand the sad state of mind of the poet Xin Qiji in a short period of time. Everyone who sees this poem thinks that this is a love poem, and finally sees the lover they are waiting for in this life, and their mood should be happy.

In fact, this is not a love poem, this is a lamentation poem about unfulfilled ambitions and finding ideals and confidants on the way forward.

The woman in red on the stage uses accurate lamentation to interpret the poet's state of mind that his ambition is unfulfilled and his ideals are difficult to reach.

After singing the song, in the hall, the emotions of the crowd were infected, and tears slipped wordlessly from their eyes.

The contrast between fiery red and grievance, the combination of talent and posture.

Even though he can't see the peerless appearance under the red curtain, it's like everyone has their own Lin Daiyu in their hearts.

At this moment, there is a little lady Xie in his heart.

The beauty that people imagine in their hearts is the peerless beauty that best meets their own aesthetics.

Tears flowed for some reason, but that didn't stop the crowd from erupting into thunderous screams.

Wen stood quietly in the elegant room on the second floor, silently watching the woman in red through the attic window.

Zheng Zhutou, who was already in tears, wiped his tears with his hands, choked up and said, "Sir, how about this little lady Xie, pay equal attention to talent and beauty!" ”

The woman in red on the stage raised her head lightly and looked at the private room where Wen was, with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth.

Hearing the gaze of the woman in red, he sighed heavily: "Lao Zheng, you said that I have been unlucky for several lifetimes, how can I meet such a calamity-level demon girl every time." ”