Chapter 139: Courtesan Competition

This eldest prince seems not simple, he is very cunning.

Chen Ao suddenly felt that the Qinzong Zhao Heng in history was not a cowardly and inaction person. From his series of methods, he could see his great wisdom as if he was foolish.

There is no shortage of princes who think they are smart and proud, but most of them are crushed into scum by the wheels of history. Zhao Heng is neither liked by the officials nor has the power in the harem. He has the title of the eldest son of the emperor, as if he is sitting on a volcano and roasted. If he is not careful, he may die.

To fight for the throne, one must first be able to pretend to be a grandson. Although he is jealous of the supreme power, he must pretend to be indifferent to fame and fortune. He not only needs to pretend, but also pretend to be trustworthy. While trusting, he must also be able to please act like a good person!

It’s obvious that this guy Zhao is very good at playing this trick!

However, this kind of thing has nothing to do with Shen Ao. Chen Ao lowered his head and drank a sip of tea. His eyes fell on Pin'er, who was covering his face with a gauze, and said to Pin'er with a smile: "Pin'er, don't be nervous. When you go on stage, just sing the song according to my method."

Pin'er's head whispered, "Young Master, I know, I will do what you told me."

Good! Chen Ao has a good impression of Pin'er. He glanced at him secretly, but saw Zhou Ruo shaking the fan and turning his pretty face over. He happened to see the faint ear piercings on her ears. Chen Ao smiled and said, "Cousin, you are not successful in dressing up as a man. When others see him, you will know that you are a lady. Don't shake this fan. If you shake it, you will still be a beauty."

Zhou Ruo snorted coldly, glanced at Chen Ao, and said silently in his heart: "How am I? Do you want you to care?", but he did not talk to Chen Ao, but only frowned slightly.

Chen Ao hit a nail and had to sit in a hurry to raise his spirits.

After noon, the sun gradually turned west and the sky became dim. The obscure light was not enough to illuminate the ear room. Fortunately, the servants were considerate and lit a few candles, and the ear room was lit up again.

There were already many spectators in the hall. Chen Ao pushed open the windowsill of the ear room and looked down from here. The hall was crowded with people, making various noisy sounds in the swaying light.

Looking right from here, a platform has been built at the top of the hall. Up the steps, there is a high platform paved with red cloth.

Chen Ao looked from the crowd and found many young people wearing Confucian robes of the stewardess, shouting at their companions and classmates one after another. However, there were very few Taishen students who were in Taixue clothing. Chen Ao laughed in his heart. Most of the family backgrounds of the stewardess were not bad, and the entrance fee of ten cents of money was nothing. As for Taixue, it was different. Except for a few rich families, most of the other people were from poverty. Not to mention entering the venue, they didn’t even have a chance to see a cat.

The students in charge are all new forces supporting Pin'er. With them, Chen Ao is more confident.

After a while, Wu Saner hurriedly stepped over and said to Chen Ao: "Brother Shen, I just went to draw a lottery for Miss Pin'er. Miss Pin'er's appearance was at the end."

Chen Ao said oh and asked him: "Is it better to appear at the end or before?"

Wu Saner just ran around and found out a lot of rules, and said, "Of course it's better. Brother Shen, you think that every spectator can only receive one hydrangea when entering the venue. If the girls who perform in the show are outstanding, will they throw the hydrangea when they get excited? By the end, no matter how amazing Pin'er is, even if they want to support Pin'er, they are afraid that there will be no hydrangea in their hands."

Chen Ao slapped the window ridge and said confidently: "Don't be depressed, it's interesting to seek victory in adversity. Don't worry, we will win this time." He was afraid that Wu Saner's words would affect Pin'er. After all, it was his first time on stage and was not as good as the old fry in other trashers.

Zhou Heng was unsure and said uneasy: "Cousin, can we really win? It is said that this time Miss Zhenzhen is going to sing a new song here. With her strength, maybe... I'm afraid it's not easy for us to win!"

Chen Ao just gave him a blank look and then pursed his lips and stopped talking.

By the time of Shen, the spectators had already sat down, and there were as many as a thousand people. The wall lamps and lanterns hanging on the walls and beams and pillars would make the scene white. Many spectators began to boo and urged the girls to take the stage soon.

Chen Ao was also a little anxious at this moment. Although he was making a big fuss, no one knew what would happen before the winner was decided. Although the student was Pin'er's iron vote, no one knew whether these guys who were brains on the sperm would get hot and throw the hydrangea out first.

Although he was anxious, his face looked calm, and he finally brought some relief to the people around him!

Chen Ao looked back and happened to find that Zhou Ruo's eyes fell on her body inadvertently. Miss Zhou's skin under the light was as bright as snow, her eyes were like a pool of clear water. The coldness was slightly less, just like the snow water melting on an iceberg. Although it was cold, it was a little softer.

With the sound of a gong, Chen Ao had no time to guess Zhou Ruo's thoughts, and heard someone raising his voice: "Everyone, the courtesan competition begins now."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the audience was solemn. Even Chen Ao and others in the ear room came to the window, looking at the platform, eager to wait for the beautiful woman to appear to come out.

Amid the lights, a needle fell in the hall can be heard. Countless people stretched their necks, and a figure gradually appeared, step by step, neither slow nor slow, the dust raised had not yet fallen, and the second step had not yet fallen. At this moment, everyone's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and heavy breathing sounds were heard one after another. In the public eye, a figure walked from behind the scenes to the front desk.

Damn! Chen Ao cursed in his heart. What appeared on the platform was not a fairy-like beauty, but the white-bearded and old-fashioned Xu Wei, Xu's former Minister of Rites.

There were booing in the stands, and everyone was hung up. They waited thousands of times, but they were waiting for such a bad old man. You can imagine how disappointed he was.

Xu Wei had a stern face, turned a deaf ear to the booings from the audience, bowed step by step, and coughed desperately a few times, as if he was about to cough up bleeding. In fact, it was fine if he coughed up bleeding, so he quickly asked someone to carry it down and asked the beauties to come on stage. He spent ten cents of money to come in to see the beauties. Who would like to see this old face?

After coughing, Xu Wei suddenly became energetic and held it in for a long time before saying, "Please ask Miss Bijun from Qingfeng Pavilion to come on stage."

After Xu Wei finished speaking, he finally left. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The old man's legs and feet were too unstraight. As soon as he came and left, he didn't know how many wonderful moments he had delayed.

Then, a woman came, folded her waist and took a small step, showing her white wrist in a gauze; her eyes were filled with spring water and clear waves, and her head fell on her hair and inserted her jade dragon and phoenix hairpin; her beautiful face was more beautiful than flowers, her fingers were like a peeled onion root and a mouth like a red pill, and her frown and smile moved her heart; many people were already soft when they looked around.

Miss Bijun bowed and sat on a low stool on the high platform. She looked a little shy under the eyes of everyone. She only heard her say softly: "I offer a song to you, my lord, my lord, please give me advice." The voice was so sweet, and someone brought the piano to play it for her.

Bi Jun raised his eyebrows and opened his cherry mouth and started singing. What she sang was the most common song in the market, which was about a scholar falling in love with a young lady in a brothel. The story was very ambiguous. Many people listened to it more than a hundred times, but it was sang from Bi Jun, but it had a unique flavor. The spectators only felt that they had become the scholar, and Bi Jun became the scholar's love, teasing and showing love between each other while expressing love.

Wu Saner was sharp-eyed and whispered to Chen Ao: "Brother Shen, this Miss Bijun is the most outstanding girl in Qingfeng Pavilion. She is also very famous in Bianjing City. She is naturally far inferior to Miss Zhenzhen, but her strength cannot be underestimated."

Chen Aohe nodded, smiled with a pursed lips, and continued to listen to Miss Bijun's song.

After the song was finished, everyone came to their senses and cheered. The Bijun stood up and made a blessing, and said with a sweet sound: "Thank you, my lord, the young master."

In an instant, many hydrangeas were thrown to the high platform, and there were hundreds of them. I think Bijun is also a very popular figure. When he came on stage on the first day of the first day of the New Year, he won the favor of many people.

However, most people are still more rational, holding hydrangea but not throwing it out. In fact, although the last person has a disadvantage in appearance, the first person cannot get anything good. At the beginning of the competition, many people are still hesitating and naturally refuse to throw hydrangea out easily.

As Bijun left step by step, there were many agile servants on the stage and off the stage to clean up the hydrangea on the ground. After half a stick of incense, the statistics came out. Bijun got as many as 120 hydrangeas. Such a result was extremely amazing.

Chen Ao's heart estimated that all the spectators were probably only more than 1,000 people, and 120 hydrangea balls, at least 20% of them had the hope of winning. However, the variables are still very large now, and the red-card girls in brothels should not be underestimated. Until the end, I am afraid that the title of the courtesan is included in, and it is difficult to determine now.

Then, a few ladies came on stage, some were enchanting, some were quiet and generous, or shy, some sang songs, some played the piano, and some performed dances, which immediately pushed the atmosphere to a climax. However, although the ladies were both good at both voice and color, they did not get much hydrangea. The Bianjun appeared first, which had already increased the expectations of the spectators. At this time, they were unwilling to throw hydrangeas easily.

Chen Ao thought that the audiences were most popular now, probably Zhenzhen and Pin'er. The ones who were worried about the most now were Zhenzhen and Pin'er. The ones they were most worried about now were Zhenzhen to take the lead and suck all the hydrangeas away first!
Chapter completed!