The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Just look at the situation now.

Forget it...

It's better not to tease them, or it is easy to kill people.

Zhao Hao hurriedly waved to Meng Longtang and Zhou Jiufeng who were on stage. These two brothers volunteered to be the hosts. Zhao Hao didn't hesitate, and directly offered them a thousand gold host fee.

The two glanced at the audience on both sides of the river, and immediately got into the mood.

Meng Longtang: "Brother Zhou, have you heard that sentence?"

Zhou Jiufeng: "Oh? Which sentence?"

Meng Longtang: "The oiran doesn't know Zhao Ritian, and it's useless to read all the heroes."

Zhou Jiufeng: "Read? Are you a serious reader?"

Meng Longtang: "Don't worry about being serious or not. In short, Brother Ritian's reputation in the brothel circle is here. He also said just now that the oiran election is about fairness. Apart from today's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", his poems Made only for beauties.

In our oiran election this time, all the well-known noblemen in Kyoto have come. Do you think there will be a girl who will get an impromptu poem by Brother Ritian? "

Zhou Jiufeng: "Hey! I think the following one is fine. Miss Zi Yan from Drunk Dreamland can sing and dance well. Few heroes are not tempted..."

Seeing the two of them presiding in a decent manner, Zhao Hao couldn't help but smiled, and took a sip of his wine.

I thought that these two brothers could become the pillars of Xinyue Tea House if they cultivated well.

then……

Zhou Jiufeng: "Come on! Talent!"

Zhao Hao: "Pfft..."

He pinched his thigh hard, and finally resisted the urge to stand up and shout "Old Iron 666".

Fortunately, the audience is relatively simple, and there are no bad associations.

As soon as the crouching dragon and phoenix chicks retreated from the stage, Miss Ziyan walked onto the stage holding the pipa with lotus steps, and the sound of silk and bamboo came to her ears, coupled with Miss Ziyan's extremely attractive figure, it made people's hearts itch.

Zhao Hao pouted.

I thought to myself that I had taught so much experience before, but now it seems that it is all an enemy.

The group of Drunken Dreamland chose an oiran and even brought an orchestra, the performance effect must be much more impactful than that of a single person.

Zhao Hao turned his head: "Brother Taisheng, Brother Dongsheng, how do you feel?"

The two crossed their legs.

Jiang Dongsheng sneered: "General!"

Jiang Taisheng enthusiastically made a suggestion: "It's okay! I just feel that I can't support such a big stage. The lyrics and music are enough, but the voice is not loud enough. The audience on the other side of the river can't hear clearly. And the little lips are biting quite teasingly. people, but the audience on the other side of the river can’t see it!”

Zhao Hao stretched out his thumb involuntarily: "Brother Taisheng, you are professional!"

Jiang Taisheng laughed loudly: "It's so-so, mainly seeing more. Brother Hao, when you get tired of Beijing tea, go and taste Miao tea at Brother Wei's! Don't worry, it's all new tea."

Zhao Hao was extremely moved: "Of course, of course, Brother Taisheng still understands me!"

Jiang Dongsheng watched the interaction between the two, feeling a little uncomfortable.

But Bao Yang turned his head and smiled slightly: "King Miao is worrying too much. What do we do with the people on the other side of the river? We may not be able to spend a lot of money all over the body. Whether we can choose the oiran depends on the audience. VIP!"

"Too……"

Jiang Taisheng smacked his lips, but still nodded.

This is indeed true, only those rich and noble people who like to visit brothels are willing to give a reward.

There must be someone on the other side of the river who can afford a lot of money, but considering the national conditions of the deserted country, they would rather gamble with this spare money than reward the oiran.

When passing by the gambling house during the day, it seems that someone has already started betting on the ranking of the oiran.

As for the audience...

Girls on stage can see every frown and smile clearly, so naturally there is no situation where you can't hear the voice or see the expression clearly.

Just look at their raised Erlang legs one by one.

Bao Yang looked a little proud: "Young Master Zhao, how is our Drunken Dreamland going?"

This time is a battle of dignity in the brothel world in Kyoto, so everyone has a tacit understanding. Those who are sent are all performers but not prostitutes, but there are no clear men who have made it clear that they will not sell their bodies for the rest of their lives. Only in this way can the animals be stimulated to reward wildly.

As for the two girls sent out, their dancing posture and lyrics were strictly trained by the former oiran.

Just Zhao Hao, what are you fighting with us?

"so so……"

Zhao Hao seemed a little uninterested.

Bao Yang snorted, thinking he was being stubborn.

At this time, Miss Ziyan on the stage finished dancing and singing, she looked at Zhao Hao expectantly, waiting for Zhao Hao's comment.

Zhao Hao looked to the left: "What did Mr. Liu say?"

Mr. Liu opened the folding fan with a seemingly unrestrained movement: "Miss Zi Yan used to be known as a master of both music and dance. Today, I saw that she was really extraordinary, and she was more than a little more charming than when I first saw it! My son saw it. The deer in my heart is bumping wildly!"

Zhao Hao looked to the right again: "Where is Mr. Qiao?"

Young Master Qiao: "Balabala..."

Another compliment.

Bao Yang became more and more complacent, and said provocatively: "What do you think, Mr. Zhao?"

Miss Ziyan was also excited, waiting for Zhao Hao's compliment. She came here to choose the oiran this time because of Zhao Hao.

As long as he can get a compliment from Zhao Hao, his worth can at least increase by [-] to [-] percent.

Zhao Hao looked at Miss Ziyan on the stage, and let out a long sigh.

Hearing this sigh, everyone was startled.

Is this...unsatisfactory?

So good and not satisfied?