The madams from hundreds of brothels in the capital originally came here to sign up for the competition for the courtesans in their brothels, but they found that none of the courtesans in their brothels were as good-looking as Jun Fei Liu in front of them, so they tried to win over her.
If they win the Flower Goddess Competition, the business in their building will definitely flourish and customers will come in like clouds.
Upon hearing that Feng Yue Lou was being belittled, the Madam of Feng Yue Lou immediately responded with sarcastic words, "Don't worry about your back pain when you stand and talk. We Feng Yue Lou girls are all as beautiful as flowers. How can we not be as famous as your Po Yi Hua Lou?"
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Hearing this, the madam of Yihualou miraculously flashed a look of dissatisfaction on her face, which was originally made up of various colors of rouge.
?I’m so embarrassed to say it. If that’s really the case, do you still need to compete with me for this girl?”
From then on, the battle between them began. They said words to each other, and the words used to belittle others were broken through by them. The battle was fierce and the competition was endless.
The scene suddenly became heated, the exchanges of words were full of passion, the quarrel gradually became louder, and finally turned into a roar, and the sharp female voice particularly tortured the eardrums.
The so-called scolding by shrews is on a lower level than their quarrels.
Choosing a good location, Yun Dieyi leaned on the second floor of a nearby teahouse to watch, where she could have a panoramic view of everything. She stood condescendingly and calmly watched the drama in front of her.
Jun Feiliu, who was surrounded so tightly, could not use his fists or kicks. Facing a group of women who were as noisy as flies and unable to do anything to them, his heart felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by insects and ants.
Just as he was thinking about how to get out, a madam with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that even thick makeup couldn't completely cover up, accidentally touched Jun Feiliu's body with her hand.
Then he waved the brocade handkerchief sprinkled with special powder in his sleeve, brushing against Jun Feiliu's breath, and raised a successful smile on his lips.
Like those two idiots, there was no use arguing in a heated manner. It could be seen from the impatience of the girl in front of her that she had no interest at all, so she was too lazy to talk and directly used tactics to make the girl submit.
Jun Feiliu was getting annoyed when he suddenly felt a strong aroma entering his mouth and nose. His head became a little dizzy and he seemed to be increasingly unable to think. His breathing was also a little unsmooth, but he had no intention of falling down.