"Hey, what's the smugness, there are times when you cry. Huo Shudie muttered dissatisfiedly.

Soon, the dignitaries and nobles in the entire theater have already finished their bets. When the group of maids and men quickly retreated, the shopkeeper's voice sounded again: "Next is the finale of tonight, and it is also the unprecedented 'Oiran Election' specially set up by the big proprietor of Tianxi Village in order to thank you for your continued respect and support." I won't go into too much detail about the specific selection method, but let's invite the portraits of the forty-nine beauties to be selected tonight!"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, a brightly dressed woman walked up to the stage with a smile, only to see that she was holding a painting scroll in her hand, as if to satisfy the appetite of the spectators, she deliberately held the painting scroll on the stage and slowly walked from left to right, and from right to left.

Finally, after someone in the audience made a dissatisfied voice, the woman untied the straps on the scroll and lifted it high.

"Bang" One end of the painting shaft fell, and the portrait of a woman in a pink skirt with slightly exposed shoulders was revealed in front of everyone, the woman's eyes were slightly narrowed, her eyes looked a little blurry, and the red and bright cherry mouth had a mouth-watering urge to take a bite.

"This woman's name is Xiao Yu, she is twenty years old, petite and light, if you think she can win the Oiran tonight, don't be stingy with the silver ticket in your hand. The voice of the woman holding the painting was delicate, and while she was tempting by soft words, she did not forget to flatter her sons and brothers in the audience.

However, it is not so easy to be fooled here, judging by the way the Oiran election appears every year, it is often near the end that the most amazing woman appears.

So at this time, looking at the beauty in the painting, although there was a little discussion in the audience, no one expressed their position.

The woman with the scroll was unimpressed, as if she had expected such a reaction, and soon she put away the scroll and walked off the stage, followed by another woman dressed in the same clothes as her.

This time, the woman holding the painting didn't say much, and she didn't make too many movements, and directly showed the content of the scroll in front of everyone - the woman in this painting was not only slightly exposed on the shoulders, but directly exposed half of the white flower's chest from the side, this woman's body is quite plump, and her face looks puffy, and the slightly resentful little eyes are faintly revealing a coquettishness.

"This woman's name is Song Sixue, she is eighteen years old, and her figure is charming......"

In the following time, like a marquee, each woman who walked on the stage held a painting scroll in her hand, and after showing the content of the painting to everyone in the audience, she reported the name and age of the woman in the painting, and then made some simple descriptions of the figure of the woman in the painting.

The eyes of the painting Allure have been staring at the scrolls, but I haven't seen Aunt Hui for a long time, and I have some bad premonitions when I look at her.

There have been so many portraits of beauties in front of this, but the sons and brothers here don't seem to have any special reactions, it seems that all of them are already veterans of flowers, and they know this well, and they are very tacitly as if they are waiting for something. Could it be that Aunt Hui's portrait was used as the finale of tonight?

Just when the painting Allure was thinking so, the last woman walked to the stage, holding the scroll in her hand and said with a smile: "This portrait of a beauty in the hands of the slave family is the last one in the Oiran election tonight, and later my sisters will bring the previous forty-eight portraits to the stage, so that you can browse again, and whose name of the Oiran will fall tonight depends on your intentions!"

With that, the woman unfurled the scroll in her hand......

"Wow-"

The audience suddenly burst into exclamation.

The women in this painting are not like the women in the previous 48 paintings, either showing their shoulders or legs, scratching their heads and posing one by one, as if they were deliberately trying to attract attention.

A blue dress was neatly worn on the woman in this painting, and she stood like that among the flowers, and a breeze blew through the corners of her skirt and her hair.

The woman is wrapped in light makeup, and her lips are open, as if she has something to say to the viewer. The pair of apricot eyes looked at the person outside the painting faintly, as if he was a little sad and unwilling.

That attitude that seems to be expectant and indisputable...... This woman is Aunt Hui.

Aunt –

She almost screamed, but when she subconsciously wanted to get up, a warm palm gently clasped her hand, the movement was gentle, but with a reassuring firm strength.

Painting Allure came to his senses and glanced at Cang Wunian, only to see Cang Wunian nodding lightly at her, as if to comfort her and reassure her.

"This woman's name is Aunt Hui, not a person from my Changyue country, her temperament is a little strong, but her appearance and posture are superior, I wonder if you are interested in a beauty?"

This Tianxi Village is definitely deliberate.

In addition, how did the forty-eight women come here, I don't know if the painting is allure, but there are still Luo Fan and a few people by Huigu's side, so Ziqingke must be afraid. They deliberately elevated Huigu, put her portrait at the end, and bluntly said that Huigu was not from Changyue country, but wanted to attract everyone's attention to Huigu.

The portrait of Aunt Hui has a beautiful face, her clothes are intact, and she is an outsider, which inevitably makes people more interested in her. The men were curious about how she came here, and at the same time curious about how she took off her clothes, and with the two complementing each other, Aunt Hui couldn't escape tonight.

"Hahahaha, this woman has outstanding looks and good temperament, according to my son, she must be the Oiran tonight!" said a slightly fat man with a smile.

"The foreign woman, I guess she really has some ability, she can actually pass through the Eight Heat Volcano, maybe she has any treasures on her body, it's hard to say. ”

"It seems that the master is blessed tonight, and he can be the first man in my Changyue country to taste the taste of women from other countries. Hahaha......"

"Aren't they all women? What is the difference between putting out the candle and putting it on the bed? You men are nothing more than a rarity!"

For a while, all kinds of voices broke out in the audience. But without exception, it's all for Aunt Hui.

Painting Allure was lightly pressed by Cang Wunian's palm and clenched the skirt on her thigh, if it weren't for the fact that she didn't know the details of the great teacher, she really wanted to rush to the stage now to ask the shopkeeper, what was happening to the woman in the blue Luo skirt in the painting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can start judging. The shopkeeper's voice pierced through the crowd's chatter.

"Do you need to ask? Naturally, the beauty in this forty-ninth painting can be the Oiran tonight. ”

"That's it, you don't have to choose, just bid. ”

"Shopkeeper, you should be smart, don't waste the time of this young spring festival. ”

The shopkeeper's words aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, and everyone was clamoring for the portrait of Aunt Hui to be the Oiran tonight, but it was unprecedented that there was no opposition.

"It's unbearable! There are five or six people on weekdays, and when they see a woman with outstanding appearance, they show such a face, what is the difference between them and those prostitutes who go to the kiln!" Looking at the men around him who were eager to try, Huo Shudie scolded with disdain.

"This woman is beautiful, but I haven't ever had such a beauty in Changyue Country. Presumably, they were more interested in the origin of this woman. Huo Zhiyuan can see it.

Huo Shudie pursed her lips, "Such a soft and weak woman, if you want to say that she can come to my Changyue capital single-handedly, I don't believe it." Maybe she has some other great friends who have come with her. These people who are not afraid of death still want to take advantage of others, they are really toads who want to eat swan meat. ”

"Since all the distinguished guests agree that the woman in this forty-ninth painting can win the championship. So...... Now we will start bidding, and the highest bidder will be the guest of honor for this woman tonight. The shopkeeper said loudly.

"I'll give you five hundred taels of silver. As soon as the shopkeeper's words fell, someone immediately shouted an offer.

"Five hundred taels? Does the second son of Zeng think that the woman in this painting is a second-rate commodity in Wanhualou? If you can't afford to bid, don't be embarrassed here. A shrill voice said lightly with undisguised sarcasm.

The man who was called "Zeng Ergongzi" who had previously offered five hundred taels suddenly blushed angrily, and said angrily: "The surname Ma, if you have the ability, you will offer the highest price tonight, otherwise you will only laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps! What qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

"Heh, this son is out of a thousand taels. The second son of Zeng is welcome to continue to increase the price. The man surnamed Ma said with a smile.

"I'll give fifteen hundred taels. Zeng Ergongzi immediately increased the price.

"Two thousand taels. The man, surnamed Ma, also increased the price again.

"I'll give three thousand taels. Seeing these two people raise each other's prices, someone was not to be outdone and directly added a thousand taels.

"Three thousand two hundred taels. ”

"Three thousand six hundred taels. ”

"Four thousand taels. ”

......

The price soared, and the hand of the painting fell tighter and tighter, and she seemed to see Aunt Hui being randomly selected on the table like a commodity, and the increased price did not increase her value, but increased the humiliation she would suffer next.

"Young Master Long, your sister-in-law...... But you're not feeling well?" looked at the slightly trembling back of the painting Allure, Huo Zhiyuan asked softly.

Qing Ci glanced at the painting Allure, and he naturally knew that she was extremely unhappy at this time. Aunt Hui single-handedly brought her up, just like her mother, but now it seems that she has been sold to a brothel, and the price of the first night is wantonly inflated by these disgusting faces, and it is strange that she can swallow this breath in her heart.