At night, Kyoto is always bustling with lights, especially in the green building, which is full of people and people, all of whom come to admire the name of the mysterious Oiran tonight.

The light gauze shawl on the flower stage, twisting her waist and dancing lightly on the stage, coquettish and amorous, aroused the applause of everyone in the audience.

But there are always a few people who wave their hands impatiently and shout: "I watch the girl dance every day, I'm tired of watching it for a long time, old bustard, hurry up and call your newcomer Oiran Beauty out!" ”

"That's it, we're here to see the new Oiran today, so don't waste our time!" Someone chimed in.

A slightly chubby middle-aged man standing next to the flower stand, wearing a red shirt, waved the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, and stepped forward with a smiling face: "Don't worry, don't worry, since you are a beauty, you naturally have to dress up and dress up, so that you can come out to see all the adults." ”

As soon as the old bustard said this, the faces of the women who were shouting just now became much warmer, and they said very face-savingly: "Okay, let's wait for a while, you go and urge." ”

"It's good to be leaned, the slave is going to urge." The old bustard nodded, turned upstairs, his smiling face was lost, most of the people who came tonight were dignitaries and nobles, he had to be entertained well, maybe he could make a lot of money.

Upstairs was much quieter than downstairs, and before the bustard arrived at the Oiran room, there was a sneaky figure carrying a black cloth bag on his shoulder, and after guarding the two of them outside the door, the figure rushed in.

"My son has said it, let you wait outside the door, and what are you going to do when you come in!" An angry rebuke sounded, and in front of the dresser sat a man dressed in white and light gauze, with a slender waist and a green hair hanging down behind him, and turned around to see who was so bold and disobedient and ran in again.

The man in black didn't give him a chance to speak, and quickly clicked on his acupoint, and the frightened man in white didn't have time to exclaim, his voice stopped, and he stared at the man in black with a bronze mask in front of him with big eyes and horror: "You, who are you?" "There was a panic in my heart, it couldn't be a flower thief, right? Could it be that he peeked into his beauty before everyone was away?

The bronze masked man stretched out his hand and touched the face of the man in white, and his voice was hoarse: "If you want to keep your delicate skin and tender face, don't call it honestly." ”

The man in white hurriedly closed his mouth and stammered, "You, what are you going to do." A cold sweat rose on his back, who the hell is this person? Glancing at the black cloth bag on her back, his eyes widened, and he didn't understand what she was going to do.

The bronze masked man was the yin table, and he put down the black cloth bag on his shoulder and untied it, revealing a pale face, breathing weakly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and although his face was pale, it did not affect his exquisite countenance.

"Take off your clothes and put them on and then put on your makeup." Yin Ji pulled the unconscious Pingyou out of the black cloth bag, pulled the man in white in front of him, and threatened: "Dress him up, and let him amaze the audience when he goes out later, do you hear?" ”

The man in white was already dumbfounded, nodded tremblingly, and somewhat understood what the man in black was going to do, did he actually want this person who appeared out of nowhere to play for him? Biting your lip, how can that! Tonight is a good opportunity for him to make a name for himself, how can he let someone else take his place! A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Hurry up." Yin Ji urged impatiently, the princess was still waiting for her to return to her life outside the city, and now that Lou Yajun had returned to Kyoto, if she was chasing her, it would be troublesome.

"This son is so beautiful and has an excellent foundation, as long as he dresses up a little, he will definitely be able to amaze the guest officers later, don't worry, I'll get it." The man in white said with a flattering smile.

Yin Ji looked the white-clothed young man up and down, and the contempt in his eyes flashed, Ping Yougui is Lou Yajun's husband, naturally he is the phoenix among people, whether it is appearance or temperament, how can it be compared to a lowly man? "You're a sensible guy, hurry."

The man in white responded with a smile, picked up the rouge gouache on the comb table and smeared it on Ping You's face, one by one for Ping You's makeup, his face was more delicate, and when he wiped the rouge, he glanced at the yin table sitting on a plate of tea, his eyes flickered slightly, and he was even more jealous when he looked at Ping You's delicate and exquisite appearance, and the fine powder hidden in the nail nail was sprinkled into the rouge powder without a trace, and he rubbed Ping You's cheeks on it.

Yin Ji saw that he had almost done it, so he said: "Choose a more explicit dress for him to change, preferably thin and transparent." "The eyes are full of ruthlessness and expectation, if the famous king's side husband appears in the Qinglou, and also takes the name of the Oiran, and shows his face in the eyes of everyone, I am afraid that I will laugh off the big teeth of the world, and smear a black history for Lou Yajun, so that she can't raise her head!

The man in white chose a red light gauze from the wardrobe, and he didn't shy away from seeing Yin Ji next to him, hesitated, slowly untied his clothes, and the figure blocked Yin Ji's sight intentionally or unintentionally, I don't know why, he just didn't want the man in black to see the figure of the man in his arms, he always had a feeling that the identity of this unconscious man was not simple.

"En~" A slight hum sounded, Ping Yu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were a little dazed, half loud, he felt that something was wrong, he lowered his head and looked, his face changed greatly: "Stop!" What are you doing to Hongu! ”

A low shout was imposing, and the frightened man in white shook his hand, and the unfastened buckle almost fell to the ground, and he swallowed his saliva in his angry eyes: "I, I'm changing my son's clothes..." The heart has long been turbulent, just now this man called himself the palace? Isn't this palace a self-title that only royal husbands can use! Who is this man? It seems that he was obviously kidnapped by the man in black, although he is reluctant, but in the end, he is helping to abuse, will he harm his life when the time comes?

"Pingbian-kun, awake?" Yin Ji put down the teacup, Yin measured the road.

There was a chill behind Ping You, and then he remembered that he had been kidnapped, turned around and saw the man in black sitting there, and looked around the room again, the strong aromatherapy smell was pungent: "Who are you?" What exactly does the shrine do? Where is this? ”

Yin Ji ignored him, and shouted at the white-clothed man who was stunned: "What are you doing stupidly? Hurry up and dress him! ”

"Yes, yes." The man in white shook his hands and continued to arrange Ping You's clothes, not looking at Ping You's extremely ugly face.

"Stop! You stop this palace! Ah, what are you doing when you take off your clothes from Hongu! Before Ping You, who had just woken up, could figure out where he was, he took off his clothes in front of strangers, his face turned pale with fright, and his always gentle voice became sharp.

Yin Ji impatiently lit his dumb hole, turned around and didn't look at Ping You, she is not lustful, she has never cut these beauties, and she doesn't want to look at Lou Yajun's man.

Ping You was pointed, unable to move, desperate, seeing the man in black turn around, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and glared angrily at the man in white who was busy tidying up on his body, anxious, where is this? Yajun, why haven't you come to save me?