The next day, the weather was clear, and the shopkeeper Qiu and Mo Qingcheng, who had been worried all night, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The story of the Oiran parade has spread all over the streets and alleys, and the event began at the end of the unitary time, and the people in the city hurriedly ate dinner and gathered towards the Hualou, all wanting to see what kind of pomp this Oiran parade was.

"Look, it's a lantern!"

Someone shouted pointing to the waiter hanging the lantern in front of the flower building.

The sun is in the west, the sky is full of orange-red sunset, and the colorful lights in front of the flower building are lit up one after another, and the three-story high-rise building adds a touch of mysterious brilliance under the cover of the lights.

A team of ten waiters walked out of the flower building, wearing black and white robes, combing their hair into a pill bun, wearing lotus crowns, all of them lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, and carried long-handled palace lamps, flying to both sides of the gate like Taoist gods, separating the crowded flow of people and clearing the road.

"What kind of garment are they wearing? Look so good~" A woman sighed in a low voice.

The man next to him discussed: "It looks like the Taoist clothes worn by the Taoist masters in the Taoist temple, but if you look closely, it is not, this dress seems to be more exquisite." ”

"It's a little girly." An uncle shook his head and sighed disliked.

As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted angry eyes from the women next to him, and suddenly, the uncle didn't dare to speak.

"Stop talking, everyone, Oiran is coming out!"

The child reminded loudly, the noisy sound disappeared immediately, and everyone looked at the gate of the flower building, their eyes full of anticipation.

The sound of silk and bamboo orchestra sounded, and a female band dressed in a wide-necked and narrow-sleeved beard came out of the door, playing the instruments in their hands as they walked, smiling or glancing, with different expressions.

Behind the band were two serving maids, who looked to be about ten years old, with a make-up box in their hands, dressed in red and gold skirts, their hair combed into the shape of a butterfly, and their hairpins and tortoiseshells.

Then a middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe and combing a samurai's hair bun was seen holding a knife in one hand and raising it with the other, helping a woman in purple out.

The woman was wearing white peach makeup, her lips were a little red, and her cherry mouth was pitiful.

She wore the Tenjin bun, which in the island country was a hair ornament of a geisha of a lower rank than the highest geisha, and the bun was divided into two parts, the ends of the hair were fastened with a golden Yoshimachi hairpin, and the upper part was tied with a knot made of silk ribbons, purple, gold, and black, which was proportionate and mysterious.

She wears purple flutter sleeves, and the lowered back collar exposes a smooth back, inviting people to continue to peek down.

On his feet, he stepped on the red bead flower clogs, walking in small steps, graceful and colorful.

This kind of dress is something that the people of Lu County have never seen before, and the men look at the red peony blooming on her smooth back, and their eyes are straight.

"Is this the Oiran?" There was an uncertain exclamation from the quiet crowd.

The person who had specialized in studying the event pictorial immediately shook his head and explained in a low voice, "It's not an Oiran, this is an alternate Oiran, and Cui Yingying is still behind." ”

"But this alternate Oiran is already so good-looking, I really can't imagine what kind of fairy it will look like when Cui Yingying comes out."

In anticipation of the people, Cui Yingying, the protagonist of the parade, finally appeared.

A tall red umbrella came into view, followed by the accompanying waiter, a white and tender hand gently on his shoulder, and slowly walked out with an Oiran in tow.

Dressed in a gorgeous gilt kimono with a red background, she wore a tall Hyogo bun and a golden hairpin, stepped on the same thick-bottomed clogs as stilts, and drew a unique figure-eight step at her feet, standing proudly above everyone and walking towards the crowd with dignity and grace.

The slow pace has its own rhythm, leaving enough time for the world to look at her stunning appearance.

Watching this woman who was not as beautiful as a mortal walk slowly surrounded by her attendants and maids, both men and women, young and old, held their breath for fear of disturbing her.

The red umbrella of the lanterns, the fairy woman, and the merry male waiter shine brightly against the backdrop of the night.

People followed this group of immortals for most of the city, and watched the immortals step into the nobleman's mansion and did not leave, but waited for her to come out, and watched her slowly walk back to the flower building, and then returned home.

On this night, when you close your eyes, people will unconsciously appear in front of their eyes this beautiful scene, and they can't wait to incarnate in it and become a part of this picture.

The next day, the women woke up from their dreams, looked at themselves in the mirror, and couldn't help but dig out the fat powder that they hadn't used for a long time, and followed the makeup of the Oiran and threw a thick layer of white powder on their faces.

There are also women who learn the clothes of the alternate Oiran and deliberately pull the placket back of their breasts to expose their smooth and beautiful backs.

There is also a little girl who can't be powdered yet, picks up the clogs that fell from the firewood room, ties them to the soles of her shoes with a tie, and squeaks and squeaks in the courtyard walking crookedly Oiran steps, fantasizing about the day when she will become an Oiran and be watched by all the people.

But the girls from the rich families are different, they go straight to the embroidery workshop that made all this, and start the day of buying, buying, buying.

Beautiful modified kimonos, beautiful hairpins and tortoiseshells, cute geta, the embroidery workshop has already prepared everything for the girls to want.

Oh, by the way, Yoshimachi hairpins, coral hairpins, pine leaf hairpins, this kind of new simple hairpins are on fire, because these hairpins are too versatile, with hairpins can be, with tassel hairpins can also be, the most interesting thing is that they can also be combined and matched with each other, which is very exquisite, fully meet the needs of girls for a new look a day.

The hairpins prepared in the embroidery workshop were sold out, and a large number of new orders were received.

Yunxiu took the nuns to tailor clothes for these ladies and ladies, and she was so busy that she couldn't stop at all.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the busy figures in the hall from the attic, and there seemed to be the grand scene of yesterday's Oiran parade emerging in front of him, and he couldn't help but let out one sigh of surprise after another.

Even he couldn't believe that such a grand event was really successful by them.

was amazed, and suddenly saw Lin Meiyi, who was wearing a modified Japanese-style red and white witch costume, leading a pair of younger siblings in bathrobes into the store, Mo Qingcheng hurriedly ran downstairs and greeted the three sisters and brothers.

Yesterday, when Lin Meiyi took her younger brothers and sisters to watch the Oiran parade on the street, the two of them had already seen Mo Qingcheng, and when they saw him at this moment, they were so sweet that Mo Qingcheng's heart was about to melt.

Oh, all he heard was the crisp sound of Erya's silver bell, and as for the dog's ...... Well, selectively ignore, he doesn't matter.

"Business is not bad, it seems that our event was a success." Lin Meiyi looked at the lively scene downstairs and said with a light smile.

Mo Qingcheng couldn't close his mouth with joy, "Lin Zhangshi, do we lead the fashion of Da Zhou?" ”