"Dear guests, there is a boy waiting outside the door. If you have any needs, just tell the boy directly."
Lord Turtle bowed his hands towards Yang Dong and his party, and immediately walked out of the private room.
After he left, Yang Dong and others looked at each other. Shen Laosan was the first to speak.
"I don't know how beautiful this Doulu Oiran is. It's really surprising that even the turtle in the brothel has such admiration for her. If we could kiss Fangze today, wouldn't it be..."
Seeing the smile on Shen Laosan's face gradually turn obscene, a flash of disdain flashed in Zhu Qing's eyes.
"Shen, do you know why this oiran is named Doulu?"
Hearing this question, everyone's eyes, including Yang Dong's, fell on Zhu Qing.
Seeing this, Zhu Qing coughed slightly, with a proud look on his face.
"Actually, the word Doulu is the surname of a Hu noble."
As soon as these words came out, even the groom couldn't help but show a look of horror on his face.
"Is it actually a noble surname? I see, but... Doulu Oiran is a barbarian aristocrat. There is absolutely no need to come to such a place of fireworks to sell sex for pleasure, right?"
Hearing this, Zhu Qing shook his head slightly and said:
"No, no, the Doulu clan were the nobles of the previous dynasty. Later, conflicts broke out between tribes on the Hu people's side. And the Doulu clan happened to be defeated. Therefore, most of their people were living in exile. Arrived everywhere.”
When Yang Dong heard this, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Although what Zhuqing said has some truth to it. But as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. How could it be so easy for the Doulu clan to develop into a famous noble among the barbarians?
And let his own women come to the brothel run by the people of the Zhou Dynasty.
Do the Doulu clan really don’t even want honor? According to Yang Dong's understanding, Hu people attach great importance to honor.
Therefore, is the purpose of this Doulu oiran really just to be an oiran?
Or does she actually have other plans?
While Yang Dong was thinking, suddenly several beautiful figures walked in from the door, wrapped in the fragrant wind.
He subconsciously raised his eyes and saw several beauties in cool clothes filing in.
I have to say that there is something unique about Yanfang Tower having such a great influence in Wucheng.
For example, these women are all dressed in the style of foreigners.
Paired with that fair, milk-like skin, and an extremely exaggerated figure. It immediately attracted countless attention.
These women were quite bold. After seeing Yang Dong and his group dressed in extraordinary clothes, they all came over to them like brown candies.
Yang Dong smiled and did not refuse. He directly put his arms around the waist of one of the Hu Jis and hugged her in his arms.
It feels good in the hand, but the scale is still a bit smaller than Yourong.
But compared to that little wild girl Wan Yanyue, it can be said that she is a complete victory. But not only does the little barbarian girl have a pretty face, there is still wildness in her eyes.
That wild and untamable temperament is something that these orchids cannot compare to.
These Hu Ji have obviously received professional training, so they are particularly well-behaved and sensible. Even Shen Laosan almost buried his head in Hu Ji's chest. Hu Ji just smiled sweetly and handed him a glass of wine.
Unknowingly, time passed quietly.
Accompanied by the loud sound of a gong in the lobby. Wucheng's annual oiran competition officially kicked off.
Since the private room is located on the third floor of Yanfang Building, you can have an unobstructed view of the entire competition stage through the window.
Looking at the excited host on the stage, Yang Dong's eyes brightened slightly.
I didn't expect to see the host in this martial city. It seems that the Oiran Competition in Wucheng is more interesting than I imagined.
"Host? Mr. Yang, what does this host mean?"
Shen Laosan scratched his chin, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Zhu Qing next to him gave him a blank look and said helplessly:
"The so-called host is the lively man on the stage. Mr. Yang, is my understanding wrong?"
Yang Dong nodded slightly,
"Yes, in my hometown, the person who creates such a lively atmosphere is the host."
Shen Laosan nodded slightly, and immediately his eyes were attracted to the host on the stage again.
I saw the host, banging the gong, and then said with enthusiasm:
"First of all, I would like to welcome all distinguished guests to participate in this Oiran Competition."
"As one of the most famous events in Wucheng, our Yanfang House Oiran Competition is famous throughout Youzhou."
"We should thank the organizers of this Oiran Competition, including Zhou Ji Liang Shop, Ma Ji Liuli, Liu Jia Bufang, and..."
"It is precisely because of the strong support of the above organizers that our Oiran Competition in Wucheng can be held in full swing. Therefore, please patronize our organizers' stores so that they can better support our Oiran Competition in the coming year. hold!"
In the private room, Yang Dong couldn't help but look stunned as the host enthusiastically introduced the organizer.
I didn’t expect that in this feudal society, there would already be a rudimentary organizer. What a surprise!
However... these propaganda methods are still too primitive after all. If you don’t even have a brainwashing slogan, how many viewers can you attract?
If I were the organizer, wouldn't I be allowed to post advertisements everywhere?
In Yang Dong's mind, he couldn't help but recall the overwhelming advertising techniques of later generations.
In comparison, the current advertisements for the Oiran Competition are nothing to mention.
At this moment, he was even thinking about whether he could promote the Oiran Competition next year?
Now that Liuli is available, there is just a lack of a suitable sales outlet.
When the time comes, Shenxian Zui can also be sold to barbarians. After all, these prairie people like spirits like Shenxianzui the most.
However, the grain output in Dazhou is too low now, and wine cannot be made on a large scale, otherwise the people will not be able to survive.
In this case, I can only think about perfume... You can try soap. After all, these prairie people have a strong smell of cumin...
But... I can’t remember how to make soap.
We can only wait until we return to the capital and ask Mr. Lu to help with the experiment.
Thinking of Mr. Lu's excited look, Yang Dong's lips revealed a capitalist smile.
At this moment, the host on the stage continued to speak:
"Okay, the right time has arrived, and our Oiran Competition has officially begun."
"In the first level, the content of the competition is still poetry and poetry. It's just that the topic of this year's competition was personally selected by Doulu Oiran."
"Everyone, please listen carefully——"
"Please write a poem with the theme of spring."
Some people died, but not completely...
