What, it turned out to be just a swimsuit show level.
Li Fan only glanced at it and felt that his interest was greatly reduced. After all, there was a huge amount of information in his mind, and there were countless things he had heard and seen. A program of this level could not cause the slightest disturbance in his heart.
In fact, the high-level dignitaries of this era were also well-informed. Most of the people who came here to watch were wealthy businessmen and ordinary people.
They had never seen the legendary wine pool and meat forest, so they came here with great expectations.
But soon, two women appeared on the stage, and the atmosphere became high again, and everything seemed to be different.
"This figure is really good!"
I saw that the Luo shirt was light and thin, half hidden and half visible, and the pink and snowy crotch was curved, showing its wonderful appearance.
Everyone was eager and looked at her with blazing eyes. It was as if they could see the delicate hair through the candlelight, which was even more satisfying.
It turns out that the only thing that made Li Fan untroubled was his mediocre figure just now, and he would also react to the high-level beauty of this prostitute.
These two were candidates for courtesans selected from various brothels. They were all top-notch in terms of figure, appearance, makeup, and clothing. After a while, they took off their clothes and skirts amidst the noise, leaving only myrobalan and kabuto. blocked, triggering even more enthusiastic cheers.
"Women's martial arts contests have been around since ancient times, but if they are made so glamorous and kitschy, no wonder they can make a lot of money!"
Li Chuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw this.
He suddenly remembered that he had seen a similar scene at the Pingkangfang night market, but at that time it was a resurgence after being banned by the imperial court, and the ancient women's sumo wrestling was used to sell dog meat as a sheep's head.
However, the quality of the contestants was far from comparable to today's oiran competitions.
The only difference between them is the difference in charm between ordinary women and courtesans.
And on such an occasion, under such amplified form, everyone's emotions are infected with each other, and they are even more intoxicated.
The two famous prostitutes were obviously veterans who had performed on stage before. They walked a few steps with ease. They first showed off their great figures to the audience, and then moved their waists and stretched their muscles amidst cheers and screams, which was eye-catching. see.
After that, it’s the official competition.
For a moment, the fists and legs were fighting each other, and the white flesh and red cloth were dazzling.
As the competition officially began, spectators continued to throw copper coins, broken silver, melons, fruits and other objects onto the stage. The sound rose and fell, causing a tsunami-like wave.
To be honest, from the perspective of a martial artist who had already begun to enter the palace, these fancy fists and embroidered legs had no skills at all.
But who comes here to see it really cares about these things?
Everyone is not here for the martial arts, but for the excitement brought by the series of gimmicks.
Sure enough, after a while, the myrobalan worn by one of the famous prostitutes was torn, causing a huge commotion.
The referee announced: "Miss Xiangxiang from Qixianglou scores."
There were cheers, whistles, and rewards.
"shameless!"
Yang Yan was lying by the window and staring, but she spat.
Li Fan joked: "In that case, do you still want to watch?"
"How do I know they are shameless if I don't look at them?"
Yang Yan said angrily.
"These women are not born like this, they are forced by the world."
Li Chuan sighed.
During the chat, the opponent became angry and not to be outdone, he also grabbed the girl Xiangxiang's myrobalan and pulled it violently. However, the girl Xiangxiang was very skillful. While protecting her clothes, she didn't forget to fight back, and she quickly nudged her with her elbow. The opponent's jade navel was beaten until the opponent fell to the ground screaming in pain.
Miss Xiangxiang was so excited that she rode up, pinching and twisting the vital parts.
"Grab her grandma!"
"Fight back, fight back!"
"What a useless thing!"
The opponent was so embarrassed and angry that he couldn't help but feel sad and cried in public.
Everyone burst into laughter, and the various rewards became even more enthusiastic.
After a while, the gong rang, and the two famous prostitutes were separated. Each of them with messy hair on their temples retreated to the side to rest temporarily.
Some people who were buying lottery tickets and betting on fights were yelling and cursing, while others looked ecstatic, as if they had seen the white money in hand.
Money, beauty, bloody violence...
Amidst the intertwining of various desires, there seemed to be a crimson light covering the scene.
The noisy and fiery atmosphere stirred up excitement and excitement deep in people's hearts, and little sparks emerged from their hearts like sparks, reflecting a blood-stained red glow.
Li Fan had the ability to see the truth, and his mentality was calmer and more stable than other viewers. He quickly noticed this change and couldn't help but look slightly condensed.
The atmosphere seems to be getting more and more anxious.
With the excitement of the crowd and the blazing fire in the heart, the surrounding temperature seemed to have increased a bit.
The Qian Dynasty was prosperous, and the economic level was even more developed than at the peak of previous dynasties. Therefore, the people also liked luxury, magnanimity and generosity.
Even the venue where the competition is held is decorated with silks, satins and colorful brocades, and various precious cloths are used to build cloud bridges in the air and hang everywhere.
On both sides of the street, there are a lot of standing trees and flower cards, decorated with colorful flowers, and a letter about such and such cloth village.
This is basically ancient advertising.
As the crowds of people surged, the audience in the audience rubbed shoulders one after another, and some people gathered along the wooden sky bridge.
That was because I was wandering in other places before and temporarily forgot about time.
Because the first game had just started, today's schedule included six consecutive games, which lasted for an hour. Many people came wandering over just to catch a glimpse of the famous prostitutes who usually couldn't afford to play with them. They have messy hair and hair, and trembling white flesh. By the way, they want to see if they have won the code they bought before.
In order to create gimmicks, those businesses did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to create a mechanism for winning prizes through gambling. After each game, there is a specific draw, and the winners receive anything from a few taels of silver to various rare items.
For people like Li Chuan and Yang Ju, these are insignificant gadgets, but once contaminated with weirdness, they may become rare treasures, or they may be consumable weird objects, which are very likely to have a certain value. .
And for ordinary people, it is a real treasure.
You know, even if you sell your son or daughter into slavery, your net worth is only a few taels of silver.
Many people have set up private bets around it, creating a series of peripheral bets.
There are also people who join together to buy together, hoping to split the money together after the lottery is drawn.
As these people joined in, the atmosphere became more lively.
Such a picture appeared in Li Ao's field of vision. More and more red mist emerged from the heads of those people, like invisible lights one after another, igniting their emotions.
Their passion is like fire, their cruelty, lust, and greed are like overflowing materialistic desires. All kinds of black or red oils flow all over the ground, and even the flourishing scenes like flowers and brocades around them are all over the place. It seemed to be stained with a thick layer of grease and became filthy.
The smog-like haze shrouded the pavilions, corridors, colorful curtains, parasols, wooden signs, and building platforms. Everything was turning into that oily, sticky texture.
Everyone's body also seems to be covered with dirt and thick accumulation of strange oil.
