A wonderful song finally fell, and a fairy posture also stopped, and only the woman in white on the high platform raised her sleeves to cover her face, but it was the last action of the whole dance.

At this time, everyone in the audience had woken up from Shicai's obsession with the flying immortals of the divine court and the Yaochi Man dance. When they are overwhelmed by the dance, they can ignore the appearance of the dancer, but at this time, the dance is over, and there is only one person left on the high platform, but the person raises his sleeves to cover his face, and immediately someone shouts:

"I said, girl, aren't we gathered here today just to see you, what do you mean by covering your face?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"If you think you're ugly, don't come to the Red Powder Pavilion to be embarrassed, and you're still a flamboyant!"

"Fuck, a bitch is sitting here pretending to be mysterious, what the hell!"

With one person taking the lead, many people immediately echoed it, and one said it more unpleasantly than the other. The woman from an ordinary family, under this verbal attack, was afraid that she had already cried and left angrily, but the woman in white on the high platform did not react at all, and still raised her sleeves to cover her face.

The vast majority of people are denouncing this so-called new Oiran, Jin Buchou clasped his hands on his chest, and said with interest: "It's really interesting, it's all this time, there is no one in charge of the Red Powder Pavilion to mediate, look at this situation, maybe someone will rush up and directly take the new Oiran off the high platform!"

In the past, similar things were rare, but they were not unfounded. It's because the new Oiran takes himself too seriously, and as a result, he provokes outrage, and even a few people are raped by a few people in front of everyone.

The Red Powder Pavilion ranked sixth among the firms, and with Peng Ze's Yin Yang and Hezong, a major faction in the cultivation world, as a backer, the power was not insignificant. But if you open the door to do business, you can't offend customers, or you can't easily offend customers, plus the so-called Red Powder Pavilion Oiran is actually the identity of the core disciples of the Yin Yang and Hezong to come to the red dust to practice, since it is an experience, there will be dangers and difficulties, so in order to calm the anger of the crowd, and also in order to train the disciples, the Red Powder Pavilion and the Yin Yang and Hezong are usually blind to this similarity, and everything is up to the disciples to solve it themselves.

"It should be quite exciting to do this, why don't we join in too?" Ji Chenggang, a brazen bastard with thick skin that could pass the chariot, rubbed his hands and said with great interest.

At this time, the crowd was furious, and one person stepped forward to treat the so-called Oiran well, but as soon as the person took a step, a tall body suddenly appeared on the steps of the high platform. His person was dressed in white and had a cynical smile on his face, who else could it be if it wasn't Yu Qingwu?

Syllable!

Yu Qingwu opened the silver fan, looked at the audience condescendingly, and said with a smile: "The way to taste tea is not as dry as spirits, it needs to be tasted slowly in order to taste all its tastes." The same is true for beauties, forcing oneself to possess is just destroying the heavens!"

"Not bad!"

Jin Buchou in the audience echoed loudly, he squeezed through the crowd and walked to the steps of the high platform to stand side by side with Yu Qingwu, and said: "If you only think of the Oiran as an ordinary woman, then you don't need to stand here, and it is more convenient to ask the bustard to open a room for you!"

After speaking, he winked at Yu Qingwu beside him. What Yu Qingwu said just now was the same as what he said to Jin Xiong when he was in Zhu Yucheng. He really didn't expect that Yu Qingwu had just entered this way, and he would actually reach such a superb realm as himself.

If Yu Qingwu came to the stage to speak before, not only failed to calm the anger of the people, but made everyone even more angry, then after Jin Buchou came to power, the anger in everyone's hearts has disappeared. They didn't know Yu Qingwu, and they obviously didn't care about Yu Qingwu's 'advice', but Jin Buchou's name was like thunder, and they knew that the son of the Jin family was supernatural in terms of beauty, and as soon as he said this, everyone immediately put away their thoughts about dragging the Oiran down.

"Jin Gongzi is right, that's the reason!"

"No, it's not! Beauty is for pain, not rough treatment!"

One after another smiled and greeted the words without worrying, completely forgetting what kind of mentality and behavior they had just had. Ji Chenggang in the audience smacked his lips and whispered: "I really don't know what you have in your head, just playing with a woman, and making up these crooked ......"

Being so troubled by Yu Qingwu and Jin Buchou, the entire Red Powder Pavilion was quiet, at this time, Jin Buchou turned around, looked at the woman in white who was still covering her face with her sleeves on the stage, and smiled: "Miss, shouldn't I let the laity open their eyes and feast their eyes?"

"The two sons seem to have a deep study of beauty, and they are also old and mature in the way of beauty, so do you know the so-called beauty, where is the most beautiful?" The woman in white, who had not spoken since the dance, actually spoke at this time, her voice was like a heavenly sound, and she had the ability to seduce her heart.

Jin Buchou and Yu Qingwu glanced at each other, the former smiled and said eloquently: "The beauty has three treasures, the voice and the waist of the hand, the sound is like a warbler's cry for a wonderful sound, the soft and slender fingers are white Yuying, the most heroic is surging, and the two-foot thin waist is soft!"

"Well said!"

After Jin Buchou's words, the audience applauded again and again, although the vast majority of people didn't understand what Jin Buchou's words meant, but one person applauded, and many people immediately followed suit.

"Giggles!"

The white-clothed woman with her sleeves covered her face let out a burst of laughter like silver bells, and then she said: "Jin Gongzi's point of view, the little woman deeply agrees, I don't know what Yu Gongzi thinks?"

Yu Qingwu frowned, I don't know how this person could know that his surname is Yu. But then he pressed down the doubts in his heart and said: "The hair is like a waterfall, the fingers are like onions, and the jade neck is just like Peng." If you don't dance, dance will win the spring breeze. ”

As soon as Yu Qingwu finished speaking, Jin Buchou raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay, I'm out of school!"

"Is Gongzi Yu praising the little woman's dancing?" The woman in white who raised her sleeves to cover her face was originally facing everyone sideways, but when she said this, her body slowly turned around, and at the same time, she slowly lowered the long sleeves that covered her face.

When the white sleeves fell, the audience was shocked and could hear the pins dropping, only the sound of each other's heavy breathing. It's just that Yu Qingwu and Jin Buchou were amazed by the beauty in front of them, and at the same time, they couldn't hide a trace of surprise in their eyes.

I saw that the woman's clouds and waterfalls were scattered, her eyebrows were like willow leaves, her eyes were like peach blossoms, her nose was like jade, her lips were slightly tilted, she seemed to smile instead of laughing, and she looked at Yu Qingwu and Jin Buchou with disgust instead of disgust. Her eyes are like silk, the autumn waves are flowing, every inch of skin is flawless, and her facial features are even more delicate as if they were natural. It's just this fairy-like appearance, but it gives people a witch-like feeling, the combination of fairies and demons, so that her whole body reveals a foxy atmosphere, especially those peach blossom eyes, which are even more seductive and full of temptation.

"Doot?"

Yu Qingwu and Jin Buchou glanced at each other, the woman in front of them was clearly the Oiran Dudu of Zhu Yucheng Red Powder Pavilion back then, they didn't expect Dudu to come to the imperial capital and become the new Oiran of the Imperial Capital Red Powder Pavilion!

Seeing that the two of them couldn't hide the look of surprise in their eyes, they covered their mouths and chuckled, causing the sound of saliva falling to the ground endlessly. Her beautiful eyes swept over the two, bowed slightly to the two of them on the high platform, and said softly: "Dudu has seen the two sons, I haven't seen them for more than a year, and the demeanor of the two sons is better than in the past!"

"You too, you too!" Jin Buchou's gaze wandered on Dudu's chest, and compared with the size in his memory, he found that in more than a year, Dudu's size had increased again.

More than a year ago, Dudu, who felt Jin Buchou's aggressive gaze, would show a gloomy, but after more than a year of traveling, she had long been accustomed to this, and did not show the slightest displeasure, and said: "Thank you two for breaking the siege, and I will thank you two when this is over." ”

The two of them were not stupid, they heard Dudu's words, and immediately turned around and retreated to Ji Chenggang's side. As soon as he saw the two of them coming back, Ji Chenggang immediately asked, "Do you know her?"

"Guess!" Jin Buchou said with a smile, the voices that they and Dudu had deliberately suppressed just now were difficult to hear unless they were very close.

When Ji Chenggang shrugged his shoulders, Dudu on the high platform had already bowed down to apologize to the audience, and said, "Distinguished guests, the talented little girl made a joke with you, and I hope you don't take it to heart." When everyone wanted to reply, she raised her hand to stop it, and said with a smile: "Little woman Dudu, she has just come to the imperial capital, and she will need to rely on you in the future." I believe that you all know the rules of the Red Powder Pavilion, and the little girl will not explain, now let's grab the ball!"

As soon as she finished speaking, someone on the fifth floor threw a colorful hydrangea to Dudu on the high platform, Dudu gently lifted the soft wattle, caught the hydrangea in the deflection, and then walked slowly along the edge of the high platform, looking for a certain direction to throw the hydrangea in his hand.

On the way to the Red Powder Pavilion, Jin Buchou has explained the rules of the Red Powder Pavilion to Yu Qingwu, on the first day of the arrival of each new Oiran, the new Oiran will throw the hydrangea, find a candidate who is in close contact with it, the two can live in the same room, as for what to do in it, it depends on the meaning of both parties, if it is a love agreement, you can do whatever you want, even if you are reluctant, you can at least drink a glass of wine together, and enjoy the graceful dance of the new Oiran up close.

In the competition for hydrangea, everyone can use all means to seize the hydrangea, but there is only one thing, that is, if anyone destroys the hydrangea, they will not be able to participate in the process of winning the hydrangea from now on.

"Who set the rules for this bird, what to throw is not good to throw hydrangea......" Ji Chenggang muttered and said, looking unhappy.

Jin Buchou smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, look at my brother grabbing a hydrangea this time, and you will be ashamed!"

This Ji Chenggang destroyed the hydrangea when the new Oiran came last time, and as a result, he has not been able to participate in the activity of winning the hydrangea since then, which is equivalent to cutting off his opportunity to get close to the new Oiran in the future, so he has been haunted by this.

"Everyone, look at it!" the corners of the doodoo lips on the high platform tilted slightly, revealing a hint of an intoxicating smile, and then she suddenly turned to the direction of the densest crowd, and then threw a colorful hydrangea like lightning, and the hydrangea was immediately carried to the crowd with the sound of whirring wind.