Chapter Forty-Seven: Onlookers of the Oiran

"Although men love white lotus, they love foxes who can touch people's heartstrings, hey, it's a pity!" Hua Hedge said with his hands on his chest and sighed.

Ling Er looked at her suspiciously, "Childe, what do you mean by this?" ”

Hua Hedge was silent and smiled, "Keep looking." ”

"The first contest is over, there are a total of 100 gold flowers here, one gold ingot is used as a gift to the girl, each end of the game is counted once, and the final total winner is the Kyoto No. 1 Oiran who won today! Each person is limited to one piece, and one of them will have a chance to have dinner with today's Oiran. ”

The principal thief smiled and spoke, and the crowded crowd pushed forward like a mountain of momentum, and for a while, both sides of the stage were crowded with people.

The flower hedge was stunned, and my heart was amazed!

Although it is a commonly used modern marketing method, it is still a little surprising to see it in this era!

"Holding a contest is not only about making a name for yourself, but also about earning 300 gold ingots instantly with the temptation of a dinner! This boss will do business, Ling'er, and we'll also have a promotion when we go back. ”

Ling Er was stunned when she listened from the sidelines, "Childe, what are you talking about?" What promotions are there? ”

"You'll know when you look back."

The flower fence stopped, and his eyes were already aimed at not far from him, and there were two people who didn't go up to join in the fun like them.

The man also noticed her, shook the fan, and said with a polite smile, and the hedge also nodded and smiled, but there was some disgust in his heart.

It's not hot on this day, and I fan it, isn't it cold......

After a polite gesture in the air, the man walked slowly towards them.

"Childe, you"

As soon as the words came out, he was ruthlessly sealed by a folding fan.

Luofeng is about to go crazy on the side, this master really dares to make friends with everyone!

In terms of action, he had to obediently follow him, and threw a disgusted look at the two of them.

"Childe isn't going to join in the fun?" The man came to the side of the hedge and said with a smile.

"Didn't you go either?" Hedgehs laughed back.

"Hehe, yes, it seems that Childe is very close to Zai Xia in such a stormy and snowy thing."

"Beauty, you can only watch from a distance and not play with it, otherwise!" The corners of the hedge's mouth hooked, and he said very mysteriously, "I'm afraid I won't be able to bear this Yanfu!" ”

A hint of color flashed in the man's eyes, and then he smiled and said, "It's also good in Xiannan, meeting is fate, I don't know if I can make friends with my son?" ”

When Hua Hedge saw that someone wanted to make friends with him, he was naturally happy in his heart.

"My name is ......" Hua Hedge's excited face was imperceptible, and the name Hedgeh had to be goofed out, and the brain turned "in the bottom." ”

"Draw away...... Painting brother this, hehe, if the real person is as his name, a talent, such as in the painting. ”

From the painting? The corners of the hedge's mouth couldn't help twitching, Cheng, that painting is that painting, anyway, it doesn't matter what it's called!

"Laugh and laugh."

"Painting surnames are rare, but painting brother is a businessman?"

Hua Hedge smiled politely, did not answer, but turned his head to look away.

This person is more than half of himself, his appearance is very handsome, a proper little fresh meat, his demeanor is indeed gentle and elegant, and he looks harmless to humans and animals, but he is a woman dressed as a man, and his identity is sensitive, and he can't talk too deeply.

Nan Yixing's eyes flashed with a touch of loss, it was obvious that this brother was chatting lightly, and he didn't want to have a deep friendship with him, but he was very envious of such a person who lived as he wanted, and he really wanted to make friends.

"Brother painting, it's Nan who is rude." Nan Yixing apologized, raised his hand holding the fan, and made an apology.

At this time, Luofeng's whole face turned red on the side, and the hand holding the sword was covered with green tendons, obviously angry, and he couldn't attack!