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Under the amazed eyes of all the happy guests, the Korean beauty Pu Zhenxian finally finished her fan dance. She performed the Korean etiquette around her, and then stood on the stage like a flower blooming in a flame, with a charming face. With a seductive smile, she was a bit jerky but very boldly winking to the surroundings. She had a seductive appearance, and when she winked, she was even more coquettish and coquettish, causing the souls of many men to float out.

At this moment, five boys in Tsing Yi came out with black wooden trays in their hands, and someone beside the flower selection platform shouted loudly: "Master, enjoy the flowers!"

As soon as the words fell, some Huanke raised their hands high and said loudly: "Here I am, here are five flowers!" After saying a word, the young man shouted loudly: "Tian Mao Mi Xing Shen Dong's family offered five flowers to Miss Pu Zhenxian of Baoxiang Tower, thank you Lord Shen for rewarding!"

A beauty in a white dress came up to the stage with a basket of yellow flowers, and took out five flowers from it, all of which were glued to the body of the Korean beauty. Someone in the backstage recorded the name of Mr. Shen's family and the number of flowers enjoyed.

In fact, the Great Qin Empire was relatively open, and what happened to literati, poets, dignitaries, and dignitaries in the court of romance was not a scandal, on the contrary, it was one of the most important topics of conversation on weekdays.

It seems to be an elegant thing to be good at sex.

As soon as the five flowers were glued on, someone shouted from below: "Here, I will put six flowers here!"

"Eight flowers!"

"Ten flowers!"

"Give me fifteen flowers!"

The five servants ran around like rabbits, singing chant.

"Zhang's oil company, Mr. Zhang's house has eight flowers, thank you Mr. Zhang!"

"Zhu Tianrong Zhu Gongzi sent fifteen flowers, thank you Zhu Gongzi!"

"There are eighteen flowers on the shopkeeper Liu Da of Tianyi Pavilion, thank you Master Liu for the reward!"

"Zhu Tianrong, Mr. Zhu, put on five more flowers. Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for another reward!"

The sound kept ringing in my ears, and the surroundings were extremely lively. The old bustard in Baoxianglou was smiling, but he couldn't close his mouth. You must know that a flower is 30 taels of silver, and thousands of taels of silver have already been paid in this moment. It flowed into her sleeve.

Naturally, there was no movement on Chu Huan's side. Today, Ying Ren brought someone here, and it was purely for Mo Lingshuang. No matter how beautiful or gorgeous the other girls were, they seemed dull to Ying Ren.

Chu Huan leaned on the chair and sipped tea. This was the first time he felt the extravagance in the Fengyue field. Hearing the shouts of those dignitaries and dignitaries, the number of flowers also increased one by one. It definitely counted. It's a big deal, and money seems to be just a number in these people's minds. Then think about the poor people I have seen. In many places, people can't even eat enough. The life gap between the two is so huge .

A single flower among these people is enough to keep many people's families alive for a year or even longer, but when they wave their hands, they don't blink their eyes.

Luxuriant with money, singing and dancing, making Chu Huan finally understand the meaning of these eight words.

In just a moment, the Korean beauty Pu Zhenxian's clothes were covered with yellow flowers, the red and yellow complement each other, and the moment was full of youthfulness, bright and glamorous, and the tallest one had already grown to seventy flowers. Within a few days, more than ten thousand taels of gold was absorbed.

After reaching seventy flowers, the surroundings became quiet for a while. Although many wealthy people here are worth millions, they are just holding a kiln sister after all, and they all have their own prices in their hearts. A girl, and even if she pays a huge price, she may not be able to hug a beauty.

It's like the one in the front has [-] flowers, and the one in the back has [-] flowers. If the people in front can't keep up with the financial resources, they can only watch the money they invested go in vain.

Moreover, only cash and banknotes are accepted here, and there is no credit. Only when you take out the banknotes will you be paid, which is very realistic.

After a long time, no one made a sound, and with the sound of a gong, the Korean lady bowed around again, and then retreated.

Soon, the No.2 girl came up, from the Furong Pavilion, who can represent the Furong Pavilion, and naturally she is not an ordinary girl, she is graceful and charming, with her own temperament.

She also presented a dance, and after the dance, just like before, there were guests who brought flowers, but compared to the Korean woman in front, this woman obviously had a lot less flowers.

In this way, the girls came onto the stage one by one, but Yingren was very anxious, just waiting for Mo Lingshuang to appear, until the fifth place, amidst a burst of wonderful music, a girl was seen floating on the stage like a white cloud , her clothes are like white snow, like a dream, like a dream, she is wearing a snow-white robe, spotless, a piece of black and yellow jade is hanging on her earlobe, her hair is in a bun, and a jade hairpin is inserted obliquely on it.

Her shoulders are draped in silk, made of gauze, revealing her round fragrant shoulders. Her skin is rosy and fair. Under the red light, she is so beautiful that Yingren can almost suffocate. She walks in small steps, dancing and moving, which is beyond words.

Compared with Qingshui's hibiscus pose when they met last time, Mo Lingshuang's attire today is naturally more colorful, but the pure beauty on her face has not changed.

Ying Ren stared blankly at Mo Lingshuang, as if possessed by a demon.

Ling Shuang's appearance as a hibiscus in clear water had already shocked Ying Ren like a heavenly being, but this glamorous attire at this time made him appreciate another kind of glamor in Ling Shuang.

Chu Huan also looked at Mo Lingshuang on the stage, and was amazed to see her appear on the stage. His eyesight was excellent, and when he saw Mo Lingshuang's eyes, his heart trembled suddenly. He faintly saw that although There was also a faint smile on Ling Shuang's face, but that smile was very forced. Those eyes were black and white, Gu Panshengyan, as if there were thousands of words to say.

Amidst the music, Ling Shuang was already dancing gracefully.

She is a traditional dance of the Central Plains, with a solid foundation and an excellent figure. Her small waist is twisted and twisted, and the cloak dances like two long dragons, covering her under the red silk.

Zhengqin is like a dream, Xiaosheng is like an illusion, the tune is quiet, and the clouds are floating and the water is flowing.

Ling Shuang dances lightly, as light as a butterfly, her whole body is soft and boneless, coming suddenly, then retreating quickly, the fragrance is wafting, and the beautiful figure is erratic.

The melody and dance are coordinated with each other tacitly. At first, it was as quiet as water, but after a while, the sound of the tune changed, and the sound of the erhu was mixed in. It became impassioned, sonorous and powerful, and the expression on Chu Huan's face became solemn. Attracted by the sonorous melody and Ling Shuang's dance, I just feel that Ling Shuang in front of me has turned into a butterfly, flying among the yellow sands of the desert, with a delicate beauty in her heart, like a lone goose in the sky, a lone wolf in the desert , There are bursts of singing, bleak and desolate, with a hint of nostalgia hidden in the desolation.

The music was loud, and Ling Shuang's arms fluttered suddenly, causing the red silk to dance, and the sky seemed to be like several fireballs falling from high altitude, spinning on the flower selection platform.

Yingren's eyes were staring at the stage infatuatedly, but Ling Shuang seemed to see Yingren too. During the high-speed rotation, every time she turned around, her eyes were always looking at Yingren. After going around, I finally saw Chu Huan next to Yingren.

The red silk was flying, and Ying Ren could not see Ling Shuang's face, but Ling Shuang could clearly see Chu Huan with her beautiful eyes. There was no smile on her face, but now there was a faint smile on her face.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the sound of bleakness also stopped in an instant. Ling Shuang had fallen on the ground like a butterfly, and the courtyard was just like a river, but now it became calm.The water is clear and restrained.

Many people are still savoring silently.

Chu Huan applauded in his heart. This kind of music and dance can only be heard here. After a thousand years, he can only get a glimpse of it in the big blockbuster.

Ling Shuang stood up slowly. Although she was dressed brightly, she was as calm as the surface of water, and once again regained the graceful demeanor of a green lotus emerging from the water.

Someone has already shouted: "Grandpa enjoys the flowers!"

Yingren was so excited that he wanted to stand up and call out, but Chu Huan stretched out his hand to hold him down.

Yingren was a little anxious, he already knew that no matter whether the women who performed on stage could become the leader of the line or not, they would all be taken off their badges tonight, and the ones who were eligible to take off their badges were the guests who spent the most money on stage.

What Ying Renxin was most worried about was that Ling Shuang was going to serve other men tonight. He really didn't have any intention of possessing Ling Shuang's body, he just hoped that Ling Shuang would not be taken by others.

Chu Huan said softly: "Let's see the situation first, don't be in a hurry!"

At this time, someone has already started to bloom.

In all honesty, although Ling Shuang is very beautiful, all those competing for the crown tonight are all beautiful beauties, and each has their own style. Ling Shuang's dancing posture is fascinating, but the dancing of other girls is not inferior.

Previously, Pu Zhenxian from Baoxiang Building and Cui Meier from Qingqiu Pavilion were very popular and had many flowers. In Yingren's eyes, Mo Lingshuang was the most beautiful person in the sky, but not all men were like that. It's a taste, and not all men will fall in love with Ling Shuang. Ling Shuang has a cool and delicate beauty, but lacks a coquettish and charming posture.

In addition, there is also the arrangement of today's appearance, which is also very particular.

Baoxiang Building is the No. [-] building in Yunshan Six Flowers, so Pu Zhenxian, the girl in charge, was the first to appear on the stage, and the guests were all holding silver tickets in their hands at the beginning, spending money wantonly. The money in the wallet became more and more nervous. Although some people fell in love with Ling Shuang, they might not have enough money in their hands.

So whoever goes out first will take advantage first.

Ling Shuang appeared fifth, and the reason was very simple. Although the Cuiyu Tower she was in was one of the six masterpieces of Yunshan Mountain, its strength was ranked behind, which caused Ling Shuang to appear late.

Even so, there are still not a few people who put flowers on Ling Shuang's body, shouting, but in a short while, Ling Shuang's body was also covered with hundreds of purple brocade flowers.

Ling Shuang's smile was very stiff, she was not coquettish, she just stood there quietly like a green lotus, her eyes were quietly looking at Chu Huan.

Chu Huan and Ying Ren were sitting next to each other, Ling Shuang looked at this side, Ying Ren only looked at himself, and was extremely excited in his heart, determined to help Ling Shuang no matter what tonight, so that she would not be ruined by other men .

The number of blooms has increased to eighty, and there is silence in the surrounding area, and it seems that no one is blooming anymore. There are more than 80 purple brocade flowers, which are already 400 taels of silver. Such a huge sum of money for one night is considered extremely expensive.

After a while of silence, Yingren saw that no one was calling anymore, and was about to get up when he suddenly heard a voice not far away saying softly: "Give me a hundred flowers!"