The tyrant's daughter is three and a half years old: the whole family is a big villain

Chapter 88 Jiuer wants to bring them all back to the palace

"Young Master, the Changchun Garden oiran election is held once a year. The master behind it specially invited many literati and poets to make the selection, and also gathered many old madams from brothels and red houses in the capital to comment."

Song Chao diligently served the cakes, poured a cup of tea for Gu Shenghui, and introduced him in a rude way.

Luo Yuan looked at Song Chao's dog-legged appearance from the side and curled his lips in disdain, but he looked at Gu Shenghui who seemed to be very interested and showed a flattering smile on his face.

"Yes, especially the girl named Ruyan, with her figure, dancing, and proficiency in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she has won the championship three times in a row!"

Gu Shenghui was drinking tea, crossing his legs and listening to the introductions made by the two of them, and the old man said quietly, "It does sound interesting."

Song Chao felt happy.

"It is the honor of Changchun Garden to make the young master feel a little bit interesting. I have specially chosen the best box. When the curtain is raised, you can have a panoramic view of the stage. The oiran election has not yet started. Young Master, please use it first."

Order pastries."

Gu Shenghui hummed with satisfaction, picked up a piece of cloud cake and put it into his mouth.

At this moment, I vaguely heard a small soft voice coming from next door. Although I couldn't hear clearly what was said, just listening to it seemed to be sweet to one's heart, and even a little familiar.

"Did you hear the child's voice just now?" Gu Shenghui looked at the two people beside him and asked.

Song Chao and Luo Yuan looked at each other and shook their heads.

Luo Yuan: "Master, you must have heard wrong. How can there be children in Changchun Garden?"

Song Chao also echoed.

Gu Shenghui listened carefully again, and indeed he didn't hear anything again. It seemed as if the sound just now was really his illusion. Could it be that he missed Jiu'er too much, so he had auditory hallucinations?

--bite!

A crisp bell rang.

Three times in a row.

The madam held the bell and shook it three times.

The sound of the bell was like ripples caused by a stone dropped on the lake, spreading outward from the madam's hands and falling on everyone's ears.

The hustle and bustle suddenly quieted down.

Changchun Building has three floors in total and is in a circular shape. The stage is placed in the middle of the first floor.

On the day of the Oiran election, the third floor is not open to the public.

The curtain blocking the balcony on the second floor was opened, and you could see the stage in the center downstairs at a glance.

The madam stood on the stage, faced with so many literati, and remained calm and generous, and began to introduce the rules of the oiran election.

Su Jiu stood on the chair, her two small arms bent on the wooden railing, her chin resting on the railing, her almond-shaped eyes full of curiosity.

Hang Zongzhi leaned on the window lattice without interest, without even looking this way.

Su Xuanyan circled the villain's waist and looked at the surprised appearance of the villain. The smile in his eyes never disappeared.

After a brief introduction, the oiran competition officially began.

The first woman to appear, her face covered with red gauze, revealing only a pair of charming red phoenix eyes, danced gracefully, and her waist was vaguely visible in the gauze skirt.

"Suck!"

Su Jiu subconsciously sucked the tears from the corner of her mouth, staring at the woman's thin waist with a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

Hang Zongzhi glanced sideways at the villain, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He has never seen such a lustful baby doll, and they are both women. What's so good about it? It's just flesh and blood.

The opening was so exciting that the atmosphere was immediately boiling.

Someone called the woman's name downstairs.

"Guren! Guren!"

On the stage, under the gauze, Honglian had a beautiful face. When she heard the shout, she smiled charmingly and turned around to leave.

Under the stage, countless eyes were blazing, as if they wanted to follow her, but no one dared to move.

Everyone knows that the owner behind Changchun Tower has a strong background and is very vicious.

Someone once tried to cause trouble in Changchun Tower. Before the trouble could start, his feet were chopped off in full view of the public. The murderer has not yet been found.

After Honglian left, another woman came on stage.

Su Jiu couldn't take her eyes off it. There were really so many young ladies! And they were all beauties!

Hang Zongzhi was originally not interested in these gaudy things. He just wanted to sleep, but the villain attracted his attention.

If you don’t know it, a person’s expression can be so rich!

There are thousands of appearances in the world, and there are naturally different types of beauty.

For each different type of woman, the expression on Su Jiu's face is different.

Facing Honglian, Su Jiu's face was full of obsession, but unlike the lust of the men downstairs, Su Jiu simply admired her.

When she saw the woman in white playing the pipa, all the fascination on Su Jiu's face faded away, revealing a look of admiration, an expression that said, "Although I don't understand what you're playing, I still think it's awesome."

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Unknowingly, at this glance, I saw the end.

The women who can participate in the oiran election all have their own skills, which is tantamount to a visual feast for the men in the audience.

Of course, the same is true for Su Jiu.

"Uncle Huang, can Jiu'er bring them all back to the palace, and then perform for Jiu'er during the banquet?"

Su Jiu's neck was a little sore after looking at it for so long. She raised her head and looked at Su Xuanyan expectantly.

The smile on Su Xuanyan's face froze.

"I'm afraid...it doesn't work."

Putting aside whether the Imperial Brother will agree to it or not, these women who competed for the courtesan all belong to the Changchun Tower. The owner behind it is rumored to be very mysterious and no one has ever seen it.

Unless the imperial brother orders it, maybe it can still be done.

But for this reason, I'm afraid it will cause a lot of discussion and end up with the title of a foolish king who is greedy for beauty.

"Okay..."

Su Jiu was a little disappointed, but only for a moment, and was soon attracted by the girl in purple who appeared last.

The woman in purple did not wear a veil, had a gentle smile, and walked onto the stage holding the guzheng.

"Girl Ruyan!"

"It's Miss Ruyan!"

"..."

Before the woman even started performing, the crowd was already excited.

Su Jiu also followed the woman closely.

Ruyan smiled at everyone, put down the guzheng, and raised it lightly with bare hands.

‘Buzz!’

The sound of the piano begins.

Everyone was excited and suddenly became quiet.

Different from the previous melancholy sound, it is full of resentment and gentle, and the smoke-like sound of the piano is so solemn, even with some perseverance and tenacity that ordinary people don't have.

Everyone seemed to have seen the life of a young man with a miserable life experience. He started as a small soldier, went into battle to kill the enemy, suffered a lot, and finally became a general after experiencing the death of his comrades on the battlefield and various hardships.

The sound of the piano became cheerful at the end.

The general finally met his beloved, and they fell in love with each other, and the bridal chamber was filled with flowers and candles...

Everyone was brought into the story.

When the last note fell, the general ended his life.

For a while, the noisy people did not speak, and could not recover for a long time.

"good!"

Just hearing the sound of milk purring, everyone immediately came to their senses and began to applaud.

(End of chapter)