Immortal Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress’ Palace

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Time flies, Chen Mo and his party have been on the merchant ship for ten days.

During this period of time, the merchant ships also stopped halfway, going up and down, and the people on the ship changed a little, even the storyteller, but Chen Mo and the others stayed on the ship and never got off.

The new storyteller looked a little sleazy. He held a piece of gavel for the yamen in his hand. He patted the table in front of him lightly, suppressing the noise in the hall, and said:

"This time, we don't talk about the court, nor about those heroes in the rivers and lakes, the unique skills of the exercises."

"Then what are you talking about?" Some people jeered. After all, storytelling is about talking about this kind of content. If you talk about family members and family members, no one likes to listen.

"Tell me what everyone likes..." Speaking of which, Mr. Storyteller deliberately paused the filming session, and when he had caught everyone's interest, he drank softly: "In a few days, we will arrive at the Jiangnan realm. Today, I will tell you about the beauties in the Jiangnan region."

"Wow..."

Everyone's necks stretched out a bit. Compared with those heroes in the rivers and lakes, they prefer to listen to people talking about beauties, as if after hearing it, they can spend a spring night with the beauties they talked about.

Like a treasure, Mr. Storyteller took out a scroll from his carry-on luggage and said, "This scroll is three feet and one foot long, and the paintings on it are all famous beauties in Jiangnan."

Seeing the scroll, everyone's necks stretched a lot, and their faces turned red. Those who were impatient rushed to urge the storyteller to open it.

Mr. Storyteller smiled: "The pictures of the beauties on this are all painted by an artist who paid a lot of money for them. It's not easy to come by. If you want to see it, it's not too bad. You only need a little money for tea..."

After speaking, he took out a one-foot-high jar with a thick bowl from his luggage and put it in front of everyone, the meaning is self-evident.

This can make everyone angry, and if someone rolls up their sleeves, they have to teach the storyteller a lesson.

But soon a low voice came from the entrance of the hall. It was a strong man in black at the door, a guard on a merchant ship, a fifth-grade warrior: "Fighting is strictly prohibited on board. If you want to do it, you can get off the boat."

Everyone was silent.

Now it's on the river, get off the boat, don't you go to feed the fish?

The men who rolled up their sleeves also sat down, took out a few copper plates from their arms, threw them into the jar, and shouted, "If you let me know you're bluffing later, you must look good."

There are people behind those who can sail in such a chaotic world, but they are not something they can afford.

Mr. Storyteller smiled and looked calm. It was not the first time he had encountered such a thing. He was proficient in water, and when he made enough money, he jumped into the water at night and left.

"This brother is very big." Seeing that the copper coins in the altar were about to be full, suddenly a streamer shot from a distance and landed steadily in the altar. The storyteller took a closer look and saw that it was a silver ingot. Throwing at Chen Mo in the corner.

Chen Mo and the others were all dressed up in disguise, and they looked ordinary, so of course the storyteller couldn't recognize them.

"Hurry up and open it." Chen Mo urged. Jiang Ruoqing and Wu Xiner, who were on the side, looked at him angrily. Ji Xier, who was controlled by the charm technique, and He Lao, who only cared about drinking, were both Don't say a word.

And Chen Mo was just curious.

He also lacks this piece of silver.

"Good." Mr. Storyteller slowly opened the flower scroll, revealing the first beauty on the canvas.

In the pavilions and pavilions outlined by the ink and danqing, a tall woman wearing a pink gauze skirt, showing half of her fragrant shoulders, holding a round fan and half covering her face, leaned against the window and looked into the distance.

From this perspective, it looks like a sneak shot, not a sneak painting.

And Mr. Storyteller also said with rapturous expressions: "This woman is named Feng Shuang, she is the oiran of Baihualou in Luocheng, Jiangnan. She is very popular with literati and rich sons of Fengcheng, but unfortunately she has left the cabinet, so she can only be ranked at the bottom."

Everyone in the audience clapped their mouths.

"She looks so good-looking, she's actually a woman of the dust."

"It's a pity, why are you selling it?"

"It's not good to do something at a young age, but I want to do this."

Many people made regretful voices.

This is how men like to pull Liang's house into the water and persuade prostitutes to follow Liang.

"It's just average." Chen Mo also made a comment, which was far worse than Ripple.

Wu Xiner glanced from a distance and nodded.

Soon, the storyteller continued to open the scroll, revealing the second beauty.

This woman is obviously more delicate than Feng Shuang just now, with a pair of seductive eyes.

"Her name is Linglong. She is the former oiran of Fengxuelou in Yancheng, Jiangnan. She has redeemed herself. Now she is the third concubine of Liu Yuanwai in Yancheng." Mr. Storyteller said.

So many people expressed regret.

"Unfortunately, I originally planned to go to Fengxuelou to take care of her business, but I didn't expect Congliang."

"This member Liu is not kind, he actually eats alone."

"..."

"Cough cough." Mr. Storyteller coughed lightly, continued to pull down, and then slowly revealed the true face of the third beauty: "She is the oiran selected by Fengxuelou not long ago, and has not yet left the cabinet, UU reading www. If anyone here at uukanshu.com has a lot of money, they can go and try to hold the beauty back."

On the scroll, a total of eight beauties were drawn.

Except for the first two, the latter are all virgins.

Soon, Mr. Storyteller revealed the true face of the last beauty to everyone.

On the lake outlined by ink and blue, a small boat rippled. On the side of the boat sat a woman in a blue gauze skirt. She was covered with a veil and only showed a pair of eyes, and those eyes seemed to be able to speak, full of intelligence. , a pair of jade feet kicked into the lake, as if they were representatives of Jiangnan beauty.

"It's her." Seeing the portrait, Wu Xiner suddenly remembered something.

And Mr. Storyteller also said slowly: "This woman is the only daughter of Cao Xianzun in Jianghe County, Cao Xiyue, a well-known talented girl in Jianghe County, and a female leader."

"Because of her status as a woman, even if she is in the middle, she can't be an official in the court. Because of the change in the court, she can't participate in the meeting, and now she is still in the boudoir." Wu Xiner said to Chen Mo.

It is not that there is no precedent for women to participate in the imperial examination, but it is very rare. Like Cao Xiyue, a woman who has passed the township examination is the first person in the history of the Song Dynasty.

"You probably don't like her." Jiang Ruoqing gave Chen Mo a bad look.

Chen Mo coughed twice: "Ruoqing, who do you think of me, am I seeing someone who loves someone?"

"Isn't it?" Jiang Ruoqing asked back.

"You slandered me..."

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"Female Juren, amazing..." Everyone was also amazed, and some people said: "In your painting, except for Cao Xiyue, why are all the women in the brothel? What about Wu Xiner of the Wu family in Jiangnan?"

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