Facing the gorgeous old lady, Wu Nian did not get entangled and said straight to the point: "This aunt, I'm looking for Ruyan."

The old lady was stunned, she called me everything, but you are the first one to call me aunt.

When she heard that Wu Nian was looking for Ruyan, the enthusiasm on her face dropped by three points, but she was still quite enthusiastic. She interrupted: "Ah, my dear, what's so good about Ruyan? Qing Guanren, you can see

I can't touch it. Where can I find the red woman's comfort? Her soft and soft body makes me ecstasy."

"Third gentlemen. How about I introduce you to three red hustlers?"

Tieniu's majesty did not last for three seconds. His face turned red and his eyes lit up.

Zhang Jin reached out and patted the back of his head to signal him to be more serious.

"I only want Ruyan." Wu Nian kept smiling and repeated.

The old woman had no choice but to point to a small door at the back and said: "Pay a few silver and you can go in."

"But I'm going to say something ugly first. Ruyan has a weird personality. She set up a formation in the yard. If you don't pass the test, you won't be able to see anyone. One tael of silver will not be returned."

"Pay the money. You can have a drink outside. Don't mess with the prostitutes, be careful of the disease." Wu Nian nodded, asked Tieniu to pay the money, and gave instructions before striding towards the small door.

"A table of good wine. Call two girls." Zhang Jin raised his head and said to the old lady.

He is also afraid of Hualiu disease, but it's okay to cuddle, right? No, brother, why don't you go see that beautiful young man like a flower, and the two of us just eat and drink in a brothel?

Tieniu nodded vigorously and drooled again.

Wu Nian ignored the two birdmen, entered the small door, and came to the courtyard. This was a zigzag courtyard, and the rooms were on the second floor.

Guests can shoot a cannon in the room and leave, or they can stay overnight.

The courtyard is filled with long benches, and there are dozens of people sitting on the benches. At a glance, there are dozens of them.

Wang Ruyan's behavior is unique. The brothel can only be determined by her temperament.

This link is jokingly called the draft.

Everyone pays a tael of silver to participate. Wang Ruyan sets a question and lets everyone compete. Whoever wins will be the one she meets.

Qinghuren, they sell their art but not their body.

Wang Ruyan doesn't know how to do anything.

Even if the winner sees Wang Ruyan, he can only look at her peerless appearance and smell her body fragrance.

But even so, this activity in Mingyue Tower every night still attracts many prodigals.

Wu Nian looked at these prodigals, shook his head slightly, and came to sit on an empty stool.

These prodigal sons looked at Wu Nian and continued to wait.

Not long after, a pretty maid in red clothes came out.

"Xiao Hong is coming out." When the guests saw the maid, they suddenly became commotion.

Xiaohong is Wang Ruyan's personal maid, and she is responsible for delivering the questions.

"Miss Xiaohong, what's the topic tonight?" A rich man with a fat head, big ears, and a shiny face stood up and asked.

The other guests didn't speak, but they pricked up their ears and waited patiently for what was going to happen next.

There are so many different questions, and anyone can win. It all depends on how Wang Ruyan comes up with the question.

Miss Xiao Hong smiled when she heard this, and said crisply: "Miss, today's topic is the Oil Seller."

After she finished speaking, two sturdy men walked in from outside. One was holding a clay jar that smelled of oil, and the other was holding a gourd and a wooden spoon.

The man holding the jar placed the jar on the ground and stood aside without moving. The man holding the gourd and spoon also placed the gourd on the ground, then took out a copper coin and placed it in the mouth of the gourd.

Looking at this posture, most people could guess what he was going to do and couldn't help but frown.

"Practice makes perfect. Do you want us to spoon oil and pour it into the gourd through the square hole of the copper coin?" blurted out a well-mannered scholar wearing a square scarf.

"That's what this husband said." Xiaohong smiled and blessed the scholar, then cleared her throat and said crisply: "Each person has a spoonful of oil. Whoever spills the least oil will be the winner tonight.

Won."

"I'm the referee." Xiaohong raised her head and said proudly.

Everyone had already guessed it, and after hearing the rules explained by Xiao Hong, they all sighed and were at a loss to do anything.

"As expected of Miss Ruyan, she is such a tormenting little goblin. Fortunately, she thought of it. As a noble gentleman, when you meet a guest, you don't ask him for poems and songs, but you test his ability to sell oil."

A talented man sighed, with a look of despair on his face. He looked like a gambler who had lost all his last money.

"That's right. What oil seller would come to visit a brothel and meet the prostitutes? Isn't this torture?" Another handsome young man in green clothes also stamped his feet.

However, the conversation between the two also attracted everyone's attention. Everyone's eyes lit up, their morale improved, and the eyes they looked at each other were filled with murderous intent.

This is the other way around.

There is no oil seller among the guests present.

We are all laymen, and in a fair competition, everyone has a chance to see Ruyan.

Stop talking about them.

Even Wu Nian, a time traveler, was shocked by Wang Ruyan's handwriting.

What kind of brain circuit is required to think of such a question?

It is indeed the maverick Wang Ruyan.

But Wu Nian is quite confident. Of course he can think of things that everyone can think of.

As an oil seller, practice makes perfect.

The ability to pour oil is of course a professional oil seller. But they are all laymen. As long as their hands are steady and not shaking, they are excellent.

Wu Nian turned around and took a look. The prodigal sons of this generation were either weak scholars or fat-bellied businessmen, and none of them were physically strong.

"It seems I have a good chance." Wu Nian took a deep breath and calmed down.

After Xiaohong explained the rules, she waited for a moment. After seeing that everyone was mentally prepared, she smiled and raised her little hands, which were as white as green onions, and nodded at the young man in the first seat.

"This guest, you come first," she said crisply.

The young man took a deep breath, stood up with energy, reached out and took the spoon from the man's hand, and poured a spoonful of oil into the jar.

Then his hands started to shake.

This spoon is not big, and can only scoop half a kilogram of oil at most. It is not heavy. But this young man's hands are shaking uncontrollably.

His face turned from red to blue, and he finally gritted his teeth and poured the oil in his hand into the mouth of the gourd. The result was a mess like a man peeing in the wind.

Xiaohong glanced at him and said with a look of disgust: "Out."

The young man suddenly turned red, stamped his feet, and walked away without looking back.

Xiaohong didn't look at him, she raised her eyes and said sharply: "This young master."

As the guests came on one by one, they left sadly one by one. There were many people who were eliminated directly, but only four remained.

Wu Nian came in last and was also the last one to appear.
Chapter completed!