Hong Ma's face changed slightly, but she immediately showed a charming smile. She waved her handkerchief and said, "What's the matter? It's just two guests who were jealous. They got into a fight and even broke the doors and windows. I've arranged for someone to go there."
Ask someone to fix it!"
"I see."
Yang Fan nodded, thinking that if he hadn't been the witness, she might have concealed it.
Hong Ma obviously didn't want Yang Fan to look here too much, so she hurriedly came over and said, "Today I just want to introduce Yuexian to you to get to know everyone so that you can integrate into Fengyue Tower. After all, we will stay together for a long time in the future, and our relationship is good.
It can also take care of multiple people.”
"Um."
Yang Fan was also quite curious about this, so he let Hong Ma lead the way, talking about some situations in the building while walking.
As a mother, she naturally knows the situation in the building very well, especially some women who appear to be harmonious on the surface, but there are quite a lot of intrigues inside.
Yang Fan was accustomed to this.
Not to mention that he had seen the chaotic harem with his own eyes, even in his previous life, he knew that four women together could bring out at least five groups.
What's more, in this brothel, I'm afraid the situation will be even worse.
Of course, Hongma didn't take him to meet those women who were in the flesh business. Those poor people really couldn't stand such a scene.
On the contrary, there are some humble people who still have a little aloofness in their bones. They hope that they can reach the sky in one step and climb up the branches to become phoenixes. The way they get along with each other is quite close to what they look like outside.
In fact, this is also related to one's background. Most people who are reduced to doing business in flesh and blood are from poor and poor families, while the Qinghusbands must at least have some talents, so they basically come from big bankrupt families, and the officials who have committed crimes have received the worst.
Educational middle-class families.
"This is Zhenzhen, Ai Ai, Lian Lian..."
Hong Ma introduced them with familiarity, and Yang Fan finally got to know all the housekeepers on the third floor, at least he was able to call them by their names.
During the conversation, he naturally took in all the perfunctory and polite remarks.
"I heard from my mother that my sister wants to compete for the oiran?"
Suddenly, a Qinghuan named "Xingyue" took the initiative to speak. One sentence attracted everyone's attention, causing everyone to move their eyes to Yang Fan's face.
As a courtier, who wouldn't want to be an oiran?
But to be an oiran, one's own conditions are only one of them. There is another thing that is indispensable, and that is money, which is just money!
Otherwise, no matter how beautiful you are and how versatile you are, if no one pays to support you and you cannot gain fame, it will all be in vain.
After Xingyue's words, Yang Fan clearly felt the changes in the eyes of the people around him. There was a hint of jealousy in the eyes that were originally perfunctory and polite.
"Indeed."
However, Yang Fan did not hide it, but directly admitted it, with a faint smile appearing on his face that was as cold as a fairy in the sky.
The red mother next to her gave Xingyue a fierce look and said: "Boss Tao brought Yue Xian personally, so it is naturally Boss Tao's wish to be the oiran. If you perform well, then Boss Tao will naturally
I won’t turn a blind eye, and maybe I can give you a chance.”
These words are, firstly, knocking, and secondly, encouragement.
These poor people immediately realized Yang Fan's different identities, and the second half of Hong Ma's words also made them a little more enterprising.
Now that the boss has changed, they might not have a chance to compete!
As for Xingyue, she was the one that the previous boss loved the most, and her status was quite special. Who would have thought that the boss ran away without taking her with him.
Xing Yueyou said with a bit of unwillingness: "Then I wonder how talented Sister Yuexian is? Since she plans to compete for the oiran, she must be extremely outstanding. Why don't we and other sisters also appreciate it?
Spread the word well to my sister."
Her words immediately aroused everyone's interest, even Hong Ma was no exception.
After all, talent must be shown in the end.
Hong Ma also wanted to see what the level of Yang Fan's talent was so that she could arrange the future affairs. If the level was not high, she could ask someone to teach him in time to avoid losing face in front of more people.
Yang Fan's mind was so sharp that he immediately grasped everyone's thoughts. He did not refuse, but was determined to show off his skills in front of everyone and let them know how powerful he was.
After all, if the gap is small, it will easily arouse jealousy, but if the gap is too big, it will reduce the jealousy by half.
"Hongma, is there a sword in the building?"
Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and then chose sword dance.
Although he is confident in his own calligraphy and his poems and songs from his previous life, they are obviously more suitable for larger scenes. Here, one sword is enough!
"have!"
Hong Ma's eyes lit up and she immediately sent someone to get it.
Soon, a long sword was brought out. The sword was about three feet and three feet long. It was silver-white in color and had a red silk tassel tied to the hilt.
Yang Fan held the hilt of the sword and shook it slightly. The sword vibrated and made a crisp buzzing sound. Several sword flowers were randomly pulled out from the tip of the sword!
This scene immediately made Hong Ma feel happy.
As the saying goes, an expert can tell if there is a sword as soon as he makes a move. Just looking at these sword flowers, she knew that the other party's attainments in sword dance were definitely not shallow.
Ordinary women can't even draw out the flower of the sword, nor can they shake the sword and make it buzz.
This made Hong Ma look forward to Yang Fan's next performance even more.
Yang Fan walked into the arena with his sword in hand. There was a white velvet blanket spread on the ground several meters square. This was usually a place used for dancing, but it was just suitable for this time.
He stood in the field, dressed in white as snow, with long hair hanging down, like a beauty walking out of the moon palace, with extremely beautiful appearance and peerless elegance!
At this moment, holding the sword in the hand gives people a sense of holiness and nobility that is awe-inspiring and cannot be lightly violated.
Whoosh!
Yang Fan stabbed out with his sword, and the cold light shone in an instant. His movements were graceful, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. He was dressed in white clothes and had a heroic appearance. He really looked like a fairy who had been banished to the world of mortals.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sword light flashed around him, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, and sword flowers bloomed like snow lotuses, which further highlighted his curved eyebrows.
The sword was sheathed, and the whole hall was silent.
All the servants present were dumbfounded, and the servants who were cleaning up were also dumbfounded as they stared at Yang Fan standing in the field holding a sword.
Sword Fairy!
Definitely the Sword Fairy!
Their hearts screamed wildly.
Xingyue bit her lower lip, in disbelief. Unknowingly, she bit out blood, but she unconsciously looked at the sassy woman with unparalleled beauty in the field!
And the red mother here finally shouted: "Okay, okay, okay!"
"We, Fengyue Tower, are finally going to have an oiran! Moreover, she is also a sword fairy who is famous for her sword dance!"
By the end, she was crying with joy.
She looked at Yang Fan affectionately and was so excited that it was hard to express. The more she looked at him, the happier she became. The more she looked at him, the more she wanted to hold him in her arms and never let him go for the rest of her life.
What a big money tree!
If she goes to open a brothel somewhere else someday, she must take the opportunity to poach her.