She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Seeing Xia Xiang's hesitation, Qiao Zhenzhen said with a smile: "Why are you so hesitant? This is not like your straightforward personality."

"It's the Lantern Festival, there's a program, it was said to have started last year..."

"Program?" Qiao Zhenzhen was curious. "What program?"

Xia Xiang leaned over and whispered, "It was organized by several Fengyuelou together. In the early stage of the Lantern Festival, each family sent out several ladies to compete in talent shows, and then a lady who won the top prize was selected."

Draft?

So fresh.

"and then?"

"Then it's just like the imperial examination, with the top scholar parading through the streets, but instead of riding horses, they ride on flower boats, which are actually floats, and they dress up as the Weaver Girl."

"Fairy..."

"That's not the point. The main point is that the courtesan dressed as the Weaver Girl will throw the ball." Xia Xiang said mysteriously, moving closer. "Last year, the one who received the ball was the fourth son of the Shouchang Earl's family."

Seeing Xia Xiang's ambiguous expression, Qiao Zhenzhen guessed, "Then what? Can the person who receives the call get this oiran?"

"The person who receives the embroidered ball will be dressed as a cowherd."

Qiao Zhenzhen burst out laughing.

Xia Xiang didn't know what the cowherd's joke was about, so she continued, "Then they went to the built magpie bridge, and the two of them acted out a meeting on the magpie bridge. In the end... the cowherd could become the lover of the oiran that night."

"It's quite interesting."

For men.

It's a pity that there are no entertainment venues for women nowadays, otherwise it would be nice for a male courtesan to dress up as a cowherd and throw a ball of embroidery to find the Weaver Girl.

Xia Xiang didn't know what was so interesting about her words, "Afterwards, Hou Si kept the courtesan for a month, and finally... redeemed her and took her home as a concubine."

Qiao Zhenzhen looked regretful. She was in the temple on last year's Chinese Valentine's Day and missed such a good show.

She was not interested in brothels, but was interested in the courtesans selected by several brothels.

In the end, this courtesan became a concubine in the Earl's mansion. For ordinary people of that era, this was considered a good story.

"So the competition this year is very fierce." Xia Xiang said.

Qiao Zhenzhen nodded in agreement, "We should seize such a good opportunity."

She had once read a documentary book about brothel women in the Qing Dynasty. It was very realistic and cruel, extremely cruel.

That is not the world of novels, a platform where you can play guitar, pole dance, and express yourself freely.

In this era, there are very few people who sell themselves to work in brothels. Most of them do so out of necessity. Since there is such a good opportunity to escape, they naturally have to seize it.

Xia Xiang wanted to roll her eyes at her, feeling a bit disappointed with her, "Miss, our prince is a rare talent, what will we do if he is favored by that courtesan?"

Qiao Zhenzhen admires Xia Xiang's imagination and thinks she should write a novel.

"There will definitely be a lot of spectators for this kind of event. The roads will be packed with people, and there may be tens of thousands of people on one street. Does the prince have a night-light pearl physique that attracts people so much? He would have been drowned in the crowd long ago."

It is very logical for Qiao Zhenzhen to think this way.

But she forgot that this is a world created by fiction, where everything impossible becomes possible and all coincidences happen naturally.

Sure enough, a few days later, she was slapped in the face.

But it must be said that there is a certain rationality in this incident.

On the Chinese Valentine's Day, she and Han Zheng were both dressed up.

He also brought a group of followers and maids, totaling about 20 to 30 people.

When ordinary people see the way they travel, they know that they are rich and powerful young men and daughters, and they can't afford to offend them.

In addition, Han Zheng had worked in the Wucheng Bingmasi for many years, and some people knew him.

So when they appeared, the people who were watching the fun consciously gave way to them.

They thus got a great front row viewing position.

When the colorfully decorated land flower boat filled with various flowers approached from afar, Qiao Zhenzhen's eyes were filled with curiosity to the extreme.

She has been here for almost a year and a half, and she avoids the regular plot point - brothels.

But he had a curious mentality towards the women in brothels, especially the oiran who were selected through pageantry.

This courtesan is not only beautiful and talented, but she must be smart to stand out from her peers.

As the flower boat approached, a beautiful woman was seen standing on the bow deck dancing gracefully.

She was wearing very cool clothes with her arms exposed, which made Qiao Zhenzhen very envious.

Since coming into this world, she has lost the freedom to wear short sleeves and suspenders.

In the hottest weather, whenever you go out, you can at most show your forearms, but definitely not your upper arms.

There were many people in the yard, and if she wore too little, it might get out and become a terrible rumor.

Previous rumors about him being unreasonable, overbearing, and willful have no effect on him.

Women, if word of promiscuity spreads, it is very serious.

The same is true in modern times. Slut shaming has always been very useful for some people, but it is also the most harmful to a woman.

She herself doesn't care, but in this era the entire family must be taken into consideration.

It's not that she was brainwashed by feudalism and had to live for the family, but that this family would protect her and keep her safe. For the sake of her life, not wearing short sleeves when going out became less important.

The courtesan's clothes are somewhat similar to the Dunhuang flying fairy style. Her shawl flutters behind her as she twists her body and the breeze blows.

Although it is exposed, there is still a sense of fairy spirit in it.

Her hair was half tied up and half let down, creating a feeling of laziness, charm and fragility, as if she had a night of passion yesterday and was too lazy to get up today. She did not wear too many decorations on her head, only a crystal hairpin.

There are no bangs on the forehead, which only looks casual, but it is actually a carefully designed style with two strands of hair hanging down.

She wasn't particularly pretty, or maybe it was because she was looking at Mo Yuying's face every day, so her standards for beauty became unattainable.

But I have to say that her eyes, eyebrows, gestures and movements are full of charm.

It is the concrete embodiment of the description in novels that a man's bones will go soft just by looking at him.

A line suddenly popped up in Qiao Zhenzhen's mind at an inappropriate time.

[Dressed up like this, have you had your brain eaten by a dog?] (From the TV series "Do You Know?", the line of the young master's mother, the princess)

Come to think of it, she is also a princess now...

She cleared her throat and said, "This courtesan is quite pretty."

"Really?" Han Zheng's expression was indifferent.

Maybe he had been looking at his fiancée for too long and didn’t realize how pretty this courtesan was.

Han Zheng previously worked in the military department and had much wider experience than the average rich young man. He had seen quite a few prostitutes like this who pretended to be coquettish.

"so so."

He didn't say "not as good-looking as you".

In his heart, he never thought of comparing the prostitute with his fiancée.

"The face is painted too white, it looks..."

Like a moving dead person, commonly known as a ghost.

Seeing that Qiao Zhenzhen was interested, Han Zheng made a few serious comments, hiding the sharp complaints in his heart and saying, "That's it."