soul repair

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Sucheng elected the oiran for the last time years ago, and Yishuilou was the host.

The sixteen girls were lined up in a row, graceful and graceful, with charming smiles, which attracted the shouts of men in the hall.

In the selection of oirans in Sucheng, the top names in each brothel have to show their housekeeping skills, whether it's singing, dancing, painting, or poetry, no matter what they must have a skill they are good at.The top players have grown up in brothels since they were six or seven years old, and now they are all naturally romantic. Although their looks vary, they can adjust their clothing by themselves. They can be beautiful or ugly.

The tiredness of Wangchentai, tonight is the most exciting one among all the girls.

It's just that the clothes she was wearing were a bit strange. She was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, holding a dust whisk in her hand, and she was wrapped in light makeup. Although there was a smile in her eyes, her face was cold.

"I don't know which mountain this fairy is cultivating in?" Some of the customers teased with salivating faces.

Wangchentai is a brothel, with such a Taoist name, the girls in it usually look like this otherworldly, in order to satisfy the clients who like this tune.With a fairy girl, who wants a mortal woman?

Shi Knocking sound felt a little uncomfortable.Firework girl dared to imitate the clothes of Fairy Chen, a beauty in the cultivation world, so as to make her client reverie, she really didn't want to live.It's good that no one tells about this matter, once it reaches Fairy Chen's ears, this woman will definitely end badly.

Although Liaochen is one of the four beauties in the cultivation world, he is just like this. He is in charge of a famous sect in his hands, but he acts with a bit of evil spirit and does things in his own way.A few years ago, there was also a prostitute imitating her appearance to receive customers, but she found out, no matter how much the woman begged, Liao Chen chopped off her hands and hung them on his chest. From then on, the woman could only beg for a living.When someone offends her, she will catch him even thousands of miles away. She never kills, but makes life worse than death.

With a sound of drumming, it was Yansi's turn to perform on stage, bending down and shaking the whisk.Guan Lingdao sat upright in the corner, bowed his head and plucked lightly. The sound of the piano flowed out from his fingers. Although it was a simple piece, the resplendent and resplendent hall suddenly felt a little mountain spirit.

After the dance, there were voices of asking prices one after another, and she must be the oiran tonight.

"Three thousand dollars!"

"Three thousand five!"

"four thousand!"

"Six thousand! I'm taking this fairy home tonight!"

Ji Qingyan has not made a sound, this matter is just a formality, it is not too late for him to wait until the end to make a sound, seeing the price rise to [-] yuan, the blushing customers gradually quiet down——

At this time, a man's voice at the door said: "Xiao Ning, I bid fifteen thousand."

A man in blue clothes came in from the door. He was tall and handsome, followed by a few young disciples. Regardless of the crowd, they just looked at Wei Si on the stage.Guan Lingdao didn't know this person, but Ji Qingyan frowned slightly inadvertently.This person is Qi Ning, the young master of Shuixingmen, that Qi Ning who is not as good as him in every way, and he also dislikes him.

This price is sky-high in Sucheng, the hall was silent and silent, Qi Ning turned his head and looked at Ji Qingyan provocatively.

During the silence, a slightly hoarse female voice came from the corner: "How much is the one playing the piano?"

All the clients immediately looked at Guan Lingdao in unison.

Guan Lingdao was still unaware that he was being called by name at this time, until everyone's eyes turned to his face, then he raised his head slightly startled, and looked around the audience.A few veiled women sat in the corner, and the one who spoke was about five or sixty years old, and said loudly: "The one who plays the piano, how much will you stay with me for a night?"

Guan Lingdao was dumbfounded, and hurriedly said, "Me? I'm a showman, not a person!"

A few veiled women whispered to each other and laughed: "How can there be a performer in a water building in Sucheng? It's breaking the rules. Is two thousand dollars enough?"

The male clients in the hall chuckled. Sucheng has always received male and female clients. Most of these women are unmarried or widows whose husbands have died. Like men, they go out to play and do business.

Guan Lingdao is not easy to get angry with these old women, let alone be violent: "I am a qin master, and I only offer qin skills, and I don't sell anything else." The combined age of these women is probably older than the history of the Shangqing Palace. For a long time, he really couldn't bear it.

The women looked at each other, "Do you want three thousand dollars?"

"Six thousand, it's rare to see such a handsome one."

Guan Lingdao felt that his veins were also bulging tonight, his chest was full of anger, and he couldn't vent his anger. He was about to take a deep breath and curse back when he heard a man say in a low voice, "Eight thousand."

The voice was low and magnetic, a little cold, Guan Lingdao swallowed his anger and jumped off the stage, standing beside Ji Qingyan: "Third Palace Master."

The "Elder Fairy" of Wangchen Terrace saw the flesh flying from the sky, and hurriedly pushed them aside: "Come on, go back and prepare a cave for the two of you!"