This title moves Kyoto, and even among previous oirans, not many people can do it.
How could Chu Ge be so sure? Could it be that he was bragging?
Suddenly, shouts came from outside the private room.
Chu Ge looked down and saw a beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows and plump figure walking up to the stage.
This beautiful woman is a Shao dancer in the Jiaofang Division, and she will also host the first show tonight.
The Shao Dancer, who knew why all the people in the audience were here, didn't say much. Soon, the first new dancer with exquisite makeup, wearing a light gauze skirt, holding a pipa in his hand, walked out timidly.
Get on stage.
The waiters who can be selected by the Jiaofang Secretary will naturally have good looks and talents.
Immediately, the atmosphere in the audience was heated, and interested parties made bids one after another to buy the new shepherd's property.
A new shopkeeper displayed himself like a piece of merchandise, and was eventually photographed by a noble nobleman and sent to their respective courtyards at night.
Soon, a beautiful woman wearing water sleeves walked onto the stage.
It is Zhang Yuejian's mother, Mrs. Yang.
With light eyebrows and red lips, Yang is naturally charming, and coupled with exquisite makeup, she looks even more charming.
That mature style can arouse the desire in the heart of every man in the audience.
Before the dance started, the audience was already ringing with bids one after another. Among them, the highest bidders were all Zhang Xian's former colleagues and friends.
Several of Accord's beleaguered colleagues also showed greed in their eyes.
We discussed tonight that we must have a taste of the wife of a former third-grade official.
Such widows of high-ranking officials are rare to see even within the Jiaofang Department, not to mention that the Yang family was still so beautiful.
It is truly a rare product.
But Chu Ge shook his head.
Although Ms. Yang was wearing beautiful makeup at this time, there was a void deep in her beautiful eyes. This dance must be a farewell.
Dressed in red tulle, blue silk ink dye, and long flowing sleeves, Yang's moving figure evoked bursts of cheers from the audience.
After the dance, it was Zhong Deru, who was once Zhang Xian's student and now took over the position of Zhang Xian's minister of industry, who won over his former master's wife.
Chu Ge drank the wine in one gulp, and suddenly his interest waned.
Mrs. Yang stepped off the stage, and the person who came up after her was her daughter Zhang Yuejian, now Miss Ningxiang.
It seems that the Shao dancers did this intentionally to increase the price.
Sure enough, when Ningxiang, who was holding a guqin in her hand and looked very much like Yang, walked onto the stage, the atmosphere in Chunxiang Pavilion suddenly became more enthusiastic.
The fat-headed Zhong Deru was even more excited and his face flushed red, as if he was determined to win.
Today, Ningxiang is wearing a bright red dress.
The black hair is coiled up, and a little bright red cinnabar is added between the eyebrows, adding a touch of charm and temptation to her beauty.
Place the guqin on the piano table, sit down with the fragrance filled with fragrance, and remain unmoved by the outside world. A pair of jade hands gently caress the strings.
Suddenly, the thick and full sound of the piano swirled out, seeming to pull everyone in the pavilion into the rumbling cold winter outside the Nuan Pavilion.
As the sound of the guqin echoed around the beams, the shouts and noisy sounds in the audience gradually stopped, and only the sound of the guqin enveloped everyone, as if they were looking at the cold mountains in the distance and saw the unyielding float dancing in the wind and snow, dancing in the rain and swaying in the wind.
fragrant.
When the plum blossoms are played, the wind is high, and the thin coat floats freely.
A little shyness covers the green leaves, and a third of secret joy reflects the red robe.
The plum blossoms sing the spring song, and the auspicious snow melts into ice jade skin.
Mistaking fallen heroes for intentionality, the world of mortals laughs at who is crazy.
The three plum blossoms call to the fairies, the mist swirls around the clouds, and hundreds of birds sing.
Butterflies dance and bees soar with splendor, and their loyal hearts compose the nine heavens.
...
The sound of the piano ended in a calm and ethereal tone, but everyone in the audience was still immersed in the artistic conception of the music, intoxicated and silent.
After Ningxiang stood up with her arms in her arms, unprecedented cheers erupted from the audience.
"It's like the white snow in spring, the sound of nature. This music should only be heard in heaven, and it's rare to hear it in the world!"
"The lingering sound lingers, making people intoxicated and not knowing where to go."
There is naturally no shortage of elegant people in Chunxiang Pavilion. Tomorrow, the name of Miss Ningxiang, the teacher's secretary, will surely spread throughout the capital and attract countless admiring people.
And the title of oiran is naturally indispensable.
In the Accord, Chu Ge's colleagues looked at each other again and congratulated each other.
But Chu Ge didn't care much about it. In his long life, fame and fortune were just fleeting glimpses.
Wouldn't it be much happier just to live a long life, practice martial arts, enjoy dancing and music, and get drunk with beauties in this teaching studio?
After the first show.
Ningxiang Oiran was invited to the Cuiyu Garden where Xiaoyu Oiran was originally, and became the first-class Oiran.
Cuiyu Garden was also renamed Agarwood Garden.
As for the previously outstanding Xiao Yu Oiran, because she was involved in the case the day before yesterday, her title of Oiran was wiped out and she was sent to an ordinary hospital.
After all, Chu Ge is a court official, while Xiao Yu is just a prostitute.
He was lucky enough not to be convicted and thrown into jail.
For the Ministry of Rites, the loss of one oiran is just a small matter, and a new one will soon take over.
Besides, there are very few courtesans who can last forever.
Except for Ningxiang, the other new waiters will now be sent to the guest room.
At this time, a servant from the Jiaofang Department hurried over and reported:
"Several adults, a new waiter committed suicide by taking poison."
Chu Ge got up and walked outside.
Cui Fengluan frowned and said, "Which hustler is it?"
The servant said: "It's Zhang Xian's widow, Mrs. Yang."
Several officials from the Jiaofang Department in the room were a little shocked, and then they looked regretful. I don't know whether it was regret for the beauty's fate, or something else...
On the corridor, Chu Ge passed by an elegant room and heard a man yelling and cursing angrily from inside.
Listening to the content, it is none other than the Mr. Zhong who "respects teachers and respects morality".
Anger welled up in Chu Ge's heart for no reason, but now that he had not yet completed his cultivation and had no power, he could not rush into that elegant room to express his anger.
However, it is never too late for a gentleman to vent his anger.
Moreover, the other party acts in such a high-profile manner, and today's reputation for bullying the master's wife will be spread, and no one will really have a heart-to-heart with him again.
I guess it won't be long before he will be pushed out as the abandoned son in the increasingly fierce court battle.
Chu Ge left Chunxiao Pavilion and came to a small courtyard at the back.
At this time, many servants and servants from the Jiaofang Division were surrounding the place.
Chu Ge walked over, and everyone immediately said respectfully: "Sir."
Then he hurriedly left and went to work.
Chu Ge walked into the courtyard and heard Ningxiang's painful cries coming from the room.
Chu Ge entered the room and signaled the others inside to leave temporarily.
Everyone obeyed the order and retreated. Chu Ge came to Ningxiang, who was kneeling next to Yang's body, and looked at Yang who was lying peacefully on the soft couch, as if sleeping.
The makeup is exquisite and the elegance is still there.
The opponent's poison should have been hidden before entering the Jiaofang Division.
However, maybe there are two hidden.
Now that she only used one, she was satisfied and her last worries were over.
Chu Ge didn't say anything to comfort her. She had already known her mother's choice, and crying bitterly was what she needed most now.
Although I have become an oiran, the road ahead is still difficult.