What I want to perform is to make Aunt Roy disappear under your noses, do you trust me?"
"What? My flower girl, don't scare mom..." Aunt Roy took a step back in a hurry, shrinking her hands and feet and perfectly interpreting her greed for life and fear of death.
"Hey, mom, don't refuse, everyone in the audience wants to see it."
Sure enough, after she said this, everyone started to cheer, cheering "Miss Xian'er". The formation was like crazy fans. If Aunt Luo Yi got her way, these people would rush to the stage and shout.
It’s unfair.
"We believe whatever Miss Xian'er says."
"If you can see Miss Xian'er's performance, you will die without regrets."
"Miss Xian'er must be a fairy descended from heaven. I don't need to waste any more time watching this oiran competition. I will choose Miss Xian'er."
"That's right, I'll choose Miss Xian'er..."
This popularity has surpassed the previous oirans from Baoxianglou, and there are many top names in Lichunyuan.
Seeing that Aunt Luo Yi was still hesitating, she raised her eyebrows sooner or later and reminded in a low voice, "The nine ladies across the street are the tyrants on the flower street."
Hearing this, Aunt Luo Yi instantly put on a look of death, nodded resolutely, and said righteously: "As long as our Hongxingyuan lasts forever, mother, what's the point of fearing my disappearance?"
Finally, she urged again as if pleading: "My good girl, you have to change me back."
"Don't worry, I have never failed with this magic trick." Sooner or later he said with confidence.
Of course, she never made a move, so naturally she never missed. No, she was using Aunt Roy to practice.
"Sir, this great transformation into a living person has never been heard of by my subordinates. Even the illusion of the Night Palace can only control people's minds. If it can really transform a living person into nothing, is it possible that she is really a goblin?" Zuo Yan asked.
Ye Yu looked at the idiots around him calling her name and smiled lightly, "If she is really a goblin, I will marry her as my concubine, what do you think?"
"Master?" He was getting more and more confused about the prince's thoughts. Marrying the woman that the high priest likes?
Besides, what qualifications did he have to influence his father's decision? What did the prince mean by asking him?
"If you have a demon as your concubine, why worry about failing to achieve your great cause? Why do I, the king, need to try to please that person again?"
"The master is wise."
Zuo Yan looked at the catwalk again with a hint of pity. His master was a ruthless person and he had always only used women.
The high priest, on the other hand, is famously aloof. He always goes his own way and comes and goes with no certainty. Although his silver hair is beautiful, he doesn't know what his appearance is like under the cloak. He might just be ugly.
No matter which hand such a beautiful woman falls into, her life will be miserable.
But just looking at him from such a distance, he felt that the man with the smile was like a true love that would last forever.
The maid Xiao Xiao presented a piece of exquisite Suzhou embroidery, and under the guidance of three or two beautiful girls sooner or later, they pulled up the embroidery curtain and surrounded Aunt Roy.
Sooner or later, the curtain was opened, revealing Aunt Roy with an unusually stiff smile, and said: "Can you see clearly, is Aunt Roy still there?"
"Yes." Everyone in the audience said in unison, and their voices were so loud that it was earth-shattering.
Xiao Huoshui, who had just crawled out of the hole, was so frightened that he fell down again with a shake of his hand.
Sooner or later, he nodded with satisfaction, closed the curtain, covered his lips with a fake smile, and said to Aunt Roy: "Quickly take a step back."
The hole that only she could see was right behind Aunt Roy, just one step away, but the old madam was afraid, so she only moved half a step.