Xia Qinghou also had a look of surprise on his face, and there were bursts of noise in the calmed down pavilion.
"Ten years ago, she disappeared in Xiazhou City, so she was nowhere to be found in Goulan Brothel. She was also one of the founders of the first Oiran Competition in Xiazhou City."
Xia Qinghou explained to Ding Xiaoyi, but his eyes fell on the woman in the palace skirt for a long time.
Mrs. Yingyao, just like the saint of Yaochi,
Standing alone on the misty rain pavilion, she seemed to be integrated with the misty rain and white mist. The misty rain pavilion was like the fairyland of Yaochi.
Ding Xiaoyi has an illusion that the appearance of Mrs. Yingyao must not be a good thing.
Although he couldn't feel Mrs. Yingyao's cultivation level, he knew that Mrs. Yingyao's cultivation level was definitely not weaker than anyone present.
"Mrs. Yingyao has disappeared for ten years, why did she return to Xiazhou?"
There were waves of discussion in the pavilion, but the atmosphere in the pavilion was heightened to the extreme by the appearance of Mrs. Yingyao.
"Everyone, it has been ten years since I left Xiazhou. Today we will witness the occurrence of another historical miracle."
Mrs. Yingyao's voice condensed into countless thin lines and was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
Her voice seemed to rise from space,
Her voice was filled with some kind of magic, causing the audience in the pavilion to burst into cheers.
The cheers in the pavilion resounded like a roaring mountain and a tsunami in this huge pavilion, and lasted for a long time.
But after everyone calmed down, Mrs. Yingyao disappeared inexplicably.
She came suddenly, but also disappeared in an extremely strange way.
Ding Xiaoyi only felt the rays of light flickering in the misty white mist, and the figure of Mrs. Yingyao melted into the misty white mist.
Without any movement of breath, Mrs. Yingyao just disappeared.
Ding Xiaoyi's sword intention spread toward the misty rain pavilion, but he couldn't find any clues.
But above the misty rain pavilion, colorful rays of light bloomed from the misty rain and white mist, and the thick white mist reflected a series of charming figures.
Hundreds of all-powerful girls wore a long tulle dress, and their snow-white skin was vividly displayed in the tulle dress.
They came out of the misty rain and white mist, like a group of fairies in the fairyland of Yaochi.
Ding Xiaoyi felt that he had seen strong winds and waves.
When these hundreds of charming girls came out of the mist and rain, the magnificent scene also shocked him.
These hundred graceful girls held a musical instrument in their arms.
Smoke, rain and white mist surround them,
Their eyes are as affectionate as spring water, and every look and every movement is captivating.
The misty rain pavilion was big enough, and the misty rain gradually faded away.
Only then did the hundreds of graceful beauties reveal their delicate and flawless faces.
Some have graceful heads, some have petite and cute faces,
Some eyes are as charming as spring, some are as sad as autumn, and some are as cold as winter.
One hundred beauties and one hundred faces,
And they all have their own merits. No wonder many people linger in the brothel and can't extricate themselves.
Who would refuse this in a gentle country?
"Everyone, you can choose your favorite beauties. The next round will be a talent show. The top eighty beauties will be selected in the first round, and twenty beauties will be eliminated in each round."
That mesmerizing ethereal voice sounded again,
It was Mrs. Yingyao's voice, and the noise in the pavilion was like an earthquake again.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the beauties whose names were so charming and beautiful. The group of beauties standing on the misty rain pavilion seemed to have expected this moment, and they were waiting for their sponsor.
A maid walked into the private room,
Instead, Xia Qinghou took a pen and wrote down a few names, and then threw out several banknotes to the maid.
The maid then gently withdrew from the bag.
For a while, Ding Xiaoyi just watched all this quietly. He didn't know which beauties Xia Qinghou had chosen.
But this has nothing to do with him anymore,
He is just a melon-eater, and of course he can use his sword when necessary.
Xia Qinghou seemed very satisfied with his choice and filled Ding Xiaoyi's wine glass with wine.
"City Lord Xia, how many forces are secretly controlling this oiran contest?"
Ding Xiaoyi asked very curiously. He felt that there should be not only the City Lord's Mansion and the Martial Alliance, but also other forces.
Although there are also some ordinary forces, they naturally don't know the secrets hidden in these beauties. They are just joining in the fun to add some luck.
"The only ones in Xiazhou City that can match the power of this city lord are the Martial Alliance. Of course, Xiazhou City also has some ancient forces with strong foundations. They are all acting in secret. I think there are about seven or eight of my city lords."
Xia Qinghou leisurely raised his legs and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Seven or eight families, are there that many?"
Ding Xiaoyi frowned and asked, he did not expect that so many forces in Xiazhou City would participate in the control of the Oiran Competition.
"Take your time and take a look. If there is something you like, just tell the city lord. Xia Qinghou raised his eyebrows and said to Ding Xiaoyi proudly.
Ding Xiaoyi smiled awkwardly and politely.
He didn't have any feelings for these beauties. Instead, he became somewhat interested in the mysterious Yingyao.
A few quarters of an hour later, all the lists were delivered to the mysterious Madam Yingyao, and at this time her figure appeared at the highest point of the huge pavilion.
In front of Mrs. Yingyao, there were also several women with beautiful manners.
It's just that compared to Mrs. Yingyao, their temperament is much worse.
Mrs. Yingyao looked at the list in her hand,
She looked at the banknotes handed over by the wealthy families again, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Let the Oiran Competition officially begin, Mrs. Ying, let's act according to our original plan."
Mrs. Yingyao said to all the women present, and upon hearing Yingyao's order, all the women left immediately.
Ding Xiaoyi always felt that something was wrong,
But where that feeling of something wrong came from, he couldn't tell.
He left the private room where Xia Qinghou was, and his departure was not obstructed by anyone.
"City Lord, look at this...",
An old man appeared silently in the private room, his figure flashed out like a ghost, and he hesitated to speak to Xia Qinghou.
"Forget it, leave him alone. When he is asked to take action, he will naturally take action."
Xia Qinghou took a sip of wine and said calmly to the ghostly old man.
"The old slave is afraid that he will ruin our big event."
The ghostly old man said to Xia Qinghou again,
He seemed very worried about Ding Xiaoyi.
However, Xia Qinghou said disapprovingly: "Don't worry about him, he can't ruin our major affairs."
When the old man heard this, his body turned into fragments like shadows, and then disappeared into the private room.
But Xia Qinghou was staring closely at the misty rain pavilion.
at this time,
There happened to be a beauty performing on the misty rain pavilion. She had already changed into a long dress with colorful ribbons fluttering. Each ribbon danced lightly, and the beauty danced like a colorful fairy.
Ding Xiaoyi, however, has no interest in such a competition.
He shuttled outside the doors of various private rooms. When he came to a private room, a person happened to walk out of it.
The man glanced at Ding Xiaoyi, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
"Hey, why is it you? Aren't you down there?"
That man was the rugged man who led Ding Xiaoyi into Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom.
When he saw Ding Xiaoyi appearing outside the door of his private room, he couldn't help but asked in confusion.
"Oh, my friend is in the private room, and I just went to say hello."
Ding Xiaoyi replied without blushing or heartbeat.
"We are destined to meet each other. Let's have a few drinks before we go."
The rugged man pulled Ding Xiaoyi into his private room.
Although Ding Xiaoyi refused in his heart, although this rough man acted rudely, he found that he had no power to resist at all.
"Look at these charming beauties. Ordinary people can't even ask for anything. But you actually want to leave."
The rough man held a jar of wine and stuffed it directly into Ding Xiaoyi's arms, and then lectured.
Chapter 406: A hundred flowers bloom, a thousand beauties