"Ladies and gentlemen, there is a small servant serving outside the door. If you have any needs, just tell them directly. ”

Gu Gong arched his hand towards Yang Dong and his party, and immediately walked out of the private room.

After he left, Yang Dong and the others glanced at each other. Shen Laosan was the first to speak.

"I don't know what kind of beauty this Doulu Oiran is in the world, even the turtle prince in the Qinglou has such a love for her, it's really surprising. Wouldn't it be ...... if we could kiss Fang Ze today?"

Seeing that the smile on Shen Laosan's face gradually became obscene, a trace of disdain flashed in Zhu Qing's eyes.

"The surname is Shen, do you know why this Oiran is called Doulu?"

Hearing this question, everyone's eyes, including Yang Dong, fell on Zhu Qing.

Seeing this, Zhu Qing coughed lightly, and a smug look appeared on his face.

"In fact, the word Doulu is the surname of the Hu nobles."

As soon as these words came out, even the groom couldn't help but show a trace of horror on his face.

"Is it a noble surname? I see, but ...... Doulu is a dignified Hu nobleman, and he can't come to this kind of fireworks land to sell his hue and delight people, right? ”

Hearing this, Zhu Qing shook his head slightly and said:

"No, no, this Doulu clan is the nobles of the previous dynasty. Later, on the Hu side, there was a conflict between tribes and tribes. And the Doulu clan happened to be defeated. Therefore, most of their people are scattered around. ”

When Yang Dong heard this, his brows couldn't help but furrow slightly.

Although what Zhu Qing said, there is also some truth. But as the saying goes, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. The Doulu clan can develop into a famous nobleman among the Hu people, where can it be so simple?

And let his own woman come to the Qinglou run by the people of Da Zhou.

Is it true that the Doulu clan doesn't even want honor? According to Yang Dong's understanding, Hu people attach great importance to honor.

So is the purpose of this Doulu Oiran really just to be an Oiran?

Or did she have other plans?

Yang Dong was thinking about it, when suddenly several shadows wrapped in the fragrant wind walked in from outside the door.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and happened to see several beautiful girls dressed in cool clothes and rushing in.

I have to say that this Yanfang Building can have such a great influence in Wucheng, but it is indeed a bit unique.

For example, the clothes on these women are all served by Hu people and foreigners.

With that fair milk-like skin, and a very exaggerated figure. Immediately, it attracted countless attentions.

These women are also bold, after seeing Yang Dong and his party, dressed extraordinarily, they are like kraft candy and pasted them over.

Yang Dong smiled, did not refuse, and directly grabbed the waist of one of the orchids and hugged him in his arms.

It feels good, but the scale is still a little smaller than that of Yourong.

However, compared to Wan Yanyue's little barbarian girl, it can be said to be a complete victory. However, the little barbarian girl has a beautiful face, not to mention, her eyes are still full of wildness.

That wild and untamable temperament, but these orchids can't be compared.

These orchids are obviously professionally trained, so they are exceptionally well-behaved and sensible. Even Shen Laosan almost buried his head in the bosom of the orchid in his arms, and the orchid just smiled coquettishly while handing over a glass of wine.

Before you know it, time passes quietly.

In the lobby, there was an earth-shattering gong sound. Wucheng's annual Oiran Contest has officially kicked off.

Since the private room is located on the third floor of Yan Fang Building, you can have an unobstructed view of the entire stage of the competition through the windows.

Looking at the excited host on the stage, Yang Dong's eyes lit up slightly.

I didn't expect to see the existence of the host in this martial city. It seems that this Oiran Contest in Martial City is more interesting than I imagined.

"Host? Yang Gong, what does this host mean? ”

Shen Laosan scratched his chin, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Qing next to him glanced at him, and said helplessly:

"The so-called host is the man who enlivens the atmosphere on the stage. Yang Gong, is there a deviation in my understanding? ”

Yang Dong bowed slightly,

"Yes, in my hometown, the person with this kind of lively atmosphere is the host."

Shen Laosan bowed slightly, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the host on the stage again.

I saw the host, "bang" sounded the gong, and then said enthusiastically:

"First of all, I would like to welcome all of you to participate in this Oiran Contest."

"As one of the most famous events in Wucheng, our Yanfanglou's Oiran Contest is famous in the entire Youzhou."

"We should be grateful to the organizers of this Oiran Contest, including Zhou Ji Grain Shop, Ma Ji Liuli, Liu Jia Cloth Workshop, and ......"

"It is precisely because of the strong support of the above organizers that our Oiran Contest in Wucheng can be held in full swing. Therefore, please visit our organizer's store so that they can better support the holding of our Oiran Contest in the coming year! ”

In the private room, looking at the host's enthusiastic introduction of the organizer, Yang Dong couldn't help but be stunned.

I didn't expect that in this feudal society, there was already a prototype of the organizer, which is really surprising!

But...... After all, these propaganda methods are still too primitive. There is not even a word that can be brainwashed, how many viewers can it attract?

If I were the organizer, I wouldn't be able to put ads all over the place?

In Yang Dong's mind, he couldn't help but recall the overwhelming advertising techniques of later generations.

In comparison, the advertisements in the current Oiran Contest are simply unmentionable.

At the moment, he is even wondering, will he be able to promote next year's Oiran Contest?

Now that there is Liuli, there is just a lack of a suitable market.

When the time is ripe, the immortals can also be sold to the Hu people. After all, these grassland people like the spirits of the gods the most.

However, the grain production of Dazhou is too low to make wine on a large scale, otherwise the people will not be able to survive.

In this case, perfume can only be thought of...... You can try soap, after all, these grassland people have a strong smell of cumin......

But...... The method of making soap, the master can't remember clearly.

I can only wait until I return to the capital and ask Lu Lao to help me experiment.

Thinking of Lu Lao's excited appearance, the corners of Yang Dong's mouth showed a smile that belonged to a capitalist.

At this moment, the host on the stage continued to speak:

"Okay, the good day has arrived, and our Oiran Contest has officially begun."

"In the first level, the content of the competition is still poetry and songs. It's just that the topic of this year's competition was personally chosen by Doulu Oiran. ”

"Everyone, listen up—"

"Please write a poem on the theme of spring."

Some people died, but not completely......