Liu Lang almost rushed into Desheng Tower on horseback, which made the already noisy hall lively again.
But what surprised him was that no one came to scold him, and the people who were panicked because of the horse's intrusion soon stopped paying attention to him.
It’s not that Liu Lang from Desheng Tower has never come here before, it’s just that he’s here during the day, and it’s the first time at night. His breath is filled with the rich fragrance of powder, and his eyes are filled with red flowers and green willows. Although the weather has not entered summer, almost all the women in the hall are
She put on summer clothes, revealing her delicate white skin.
Saturday Lang only felt dizzy.
This isn't right. Didn't you bring people here to cause trouble? Why is the atmosphere in the hall wrong?
There was no tense confrontation, no people running away, no mess on the ground. Instead, everyone was looking in the same direction, looking excited and excited.
What's going on?
Isn't it here?
Liu Lang's tense body was a little stiff. He turned over and dismounted, holding the sword under his robe.
"….How about it?"
"...Open your mouth with a thousand strings..."
"...Oh my God, it's a thousand times..."
"….Do you want to suppress it?"
What are these talking about?
Liu Lang frowned. Could it be that Desheng Building has been converted into a gambling building? Look at the excited expressions of these people like gamblers.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Lang asked.
A man turned around excitedly and pointed upstairs.
"There is a man and a woman over there competing for Miss Zhu, the courtesan," he said.
The boy's fragmented words rang in his ears again.
No way! This woman!
Saturday Lang raised his feet and rushed towards the second floor.
In the box, Mrs. Mo looked dull. She joined the Jiaofang Division at the age of six. Now she is thirty-six years old. This is the first time she has seen such a thing.
"...Three thousand strings..."
The female voice said calmly.
"Three thousand strings a night?" a male voice asked.
Three thousand strings for one night’s companionship….
If I stay like this for a few nights, the ransom money will be enough.
Madam Mo murmured, looking up at the two people in front of her.
It’s not like I’ve never seen someone competing for the oiran, but this is the first time that such a big fight takes place, and it’s a younger sister competing for the oiran on behalf of her older brother.
"Ten thousand guan." Gao Xiaoguan said with some ease and casualness, "guaranteed for one month."
He looked at the steward next to him.
"We didn't bring that much money, so we issued an IOU," the steward said.
How dare Mrs. Mo say no?
"There is no need to issue an IOU. A word from a high-ranking official is enough." She said with a smile.
"I don't have the nerve to do such a thing as defaulting on prostitution." Gao Xiaoguan said with a sneer, "I will go home to get the money as soon as the IOU is settled, and I will never stay overnight."
The steward responded by writing an IOU, stamping it with the official's hand seal, and throwing it into the arena.
Madam Zhu was sitting upright in the field, with a few flying money rolls scattered on one left and one on the right.
"Twenty thousand guan, one month." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid also threw the two flying coins over without hesitation.
The high-ranking official changed his color slightly.
This woman actually started adding 10,000 to 10,000 yuan!
How can there be such a way to play?
And what she threw out were real flying money coupons.
Carrying so much money with you?
"Officer," the steward next to him whispered, "be careful, don't get caught in it."
This kind of trick is not uncommon. One by one lifts up the sedan chair, shouting the amount higher and higher, and then when you follow the shouting, you suddenly pull your hand, leaving you dumbfounded.
Will this woman immediately admit defeat as soon as I call her 30,000?
Hiring an oiran for 30,000 yuan a month, I can still afford such an elegant thing.
Gao Xiaoguan sneered inwardly.
"Twenty-five thousand," he said.
The steward quickly picked up a pen and wrote another one, then threw it in.
"Thirty-five thousand." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The maid threw it in without hesitation.
Damn it!
Thirty-five thousand! To hire an official prostitute! This is as much as the dowry for a married woman from an average family in Beijing!
Doesn't anyone care about her? Can a woman treat money like this?
The high-ranking official's face became stiff and his expression became gloomy.
There is nothing else in my heart except cursing my mother.
"Forty thousand!" Gao Xiaoguan said.
"Young Master Fourteenth..." The steward was also a little frightened and couldn't help shouting behind him in a low voice.
This number is too big!
The high-ranking official glared at him, but the steward did not dare to speak. He gritted his teeth and added an additional IOU and threw it in.
"Forty thousand per month?" Madam Mo couldn't help but confirm.
After hearing this, she had already woken up, fainted and woke up several times. She always felt that there was something wrong with her ears and had to ask.
"Fifty thousand guan a month."
Before Gao Xiaoguan could answer, Cheng Jiaoniang spoke.
Fifty thousand dollars! One month!
This is enough to redeem three oirans!!
Madam Mo quickly stood up, stroking her heart to prevent her heart from jumping out, and breathing heavily to prevent herself from fainting.
Cheng Silang also struggled to sit up, his face white and red.
"Sister!" he shouted, his voice already sounding like crying.
Fifty thousand yuan, this is all this woman has on hand now!
What is she going to do? What is this?
how so!
No, she has always been like this. Once she starts, she will kill herself with real swords and guns. It is like fighting for the dowry with her father, like arguing with Feng Lin. She plays it real and plays hard, and she is cruel to herself first.
How could this happen...how could it become like this...
Why do we even have to fight for this? What’s the point of admitting defeat! What’s the point!
Facing the horror of the people in the hall, Cheng Jiaoniang's expression remained unchanged, as if what she said was not fifty thousand dollars, but that the weather was good today.
"Senior official, it's your turn," she said.
The expression of the high-ranking official was a little gloomy.
Sixty thousand guan! Seventy thousand guan!
He was screaming in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound.
Fifty thousand and sixty thousand guans are just a drop in the bucket to the Gao family, but they are not his.
If you really want to use it, 567,000 yuan is not impossible to get, but it is absolutely impossible to use it to pay for courtesans.
It seems that this woman is determined to win no matter the cost, which means that she is going to break up with him.
To break up with him is to break up with the Gao family. How dare she!
Just because of an oiran? She wants to break up with the Gao family? No one would believe her if she told her!
"Can a high-ranking official afford a higher salary?"
Listen, isn't this a provocation?
Not only did the woman in front of her speak, but the maid next to her also shook a few flying money coupons in her hand intentionally or unintentionally.
"We don't issue IOUs, we give cash in cash." The maid seemed to be reminding her, "We don't have enough cash in cash. Taipingju, Shenxianju, and Yichuntang will serve as mortgages."
What?
Even the net worth has to be given away!
Damn it!
The high-ranking official gritted his teeth and stared.
Is this life-threatening?
If I keep shouting, will she dare to keep shouting?
How much to add?
Endless?
What a joke! Impossible! Impossible!
Gao Xiaoguan opened his mouth to continue shouting, but he couldn't make any sound.
What if I shout louder and this woman gives up? Then am I not being cheated?
Is it honorable to win?
What a shame! When this woman said she wanted to compete with her as the courtesan, she already lost her face!
It's a joke to win, but to throw in so much money for nothing is even more what this woman wants!
Gao Xiaoguan looked at the woman in front of him and suddenly laughed.
Good, good, good!
"Okay, okay, Miss Cheng is very wealthy and spends a lot of money on beauties. Mr. Gao doesn't dare to take her love away from her." He said, holding his hand.
As soon as she said this, Mrs. Mo rushed over and grabbed the flying money coupon Cheng Jiaoniang had thrown down in her arms.
"Ah Heng, why don't you thank me quickly?" she shouted.
She doesn't care, no matter who the high-ranking officials are, no matter who the disciples of the gods are, it's enough for her to get it once in her life!
Mrs. Zhu smiled and saluted Cheng Jiaoniang, got up and walked quickly towards Cheng Jiaoniang.
Seeing that the madam and the official prostitute were so eager to flatter their benefactor, they couldn't even see themselves in their eyes, and the Gao Xiaoguan's face became even more ugly.
Liu Lang finally came in at this time. With the anger after being blocked by outsiders, he saw at a glance the old madam and the official prostitute who were fawning over the woman.
"What are you doing! Stand away!" He walked over quickly, raised his eyebrows and shouted, raising his hand to stop the approaching oiran.
dislike…
It was a look of disgust and disgust.
It must be ugly how I look now...
My hair is messed up, my makeup is stained by tears, my clothes are messy...
Yes, I must be ugly and ugly.
How can someone like this be worthy of a monthly subscription of 50,000 yuan?
Fifty thousand yuan, how many people can't earn this kind of money in their lifetime, but she only needs to accompany a man for a month to get it.
This money is so easy to earn.
"Mr. Cheng." Mrs. Zhu smiled and saluted, "I will go to dress up first, and then I will accompany you."
After she said that, she turned around and walked away quickly. She didn't know whether she was walking in a hurry or something, but her steps were a little messy, but no one noticed her lack of etiquette at this time.
The farce ended here, but it can also be said that things have just begun.
Mrs. Cheng, I never expected that you and our Gao family would actually collide head-on in this kind of thing.
Gao Xiaoguanren looked at the woman sitting opposite and sneered in his heart, but the smile remained on his face.
"Ms. Cheng is indeed an extraordinary person." He said, "I admire her so much. I really don't know each other without arguing."
Why do you say this so awkwardly?
"Cheng Langjun is really sorry for his hand." He smiled slightly, changed his subject, and said with a hint of apology. He raised his eyebrows and looked to the side, "You people are so bold, how can you beat someone away?"
Someone’s hand was broken?”
Several followers immediately bowed their heads and admitted their mistake.
"Who did it?" Gao Xiaoguan shouted.
A follower stood up.
The young official Gao looked at him and snorted coldly.
"A hand for a hand, break your own hand and confess to Mr. Cheng," he said.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall looked horrified again, and the attendant turned pale.
But he also knows the temper of Gao Xiaoguan. Compared with his life, his hands are more important. Although losing his hands means losing his life, if he doesn't obey, his death will be ugly and his family members will be accumulated.
Even if he loses his life, the former can at least live happily and benefit his family.
Thinking of this, the follower raised his hand and threw it hard against the pillar on the side.
"Slow down!" Cheng Jiaoniang shouted.
It was just a blink of an eye. When she shouted this word, the attendant's hand was already close to the pillar. There was a crisp sound and a muffled groan. Many people couldn't help but close their eyes and whisper.
A smug sneer appeared on Gao Xiaoguan's lips, but when he looked at the entourage, he was stunned.
The attendant rolled to the ground, but his hand was intact and was caressing his leg.
A silver flagon lay aside.
Saturday Lang breathed out, shook his hands, and sat back.
"Ms. Cheng, what are you doing?" Gao Xiaoguan said with a frown.
"Can a high-ranking official not afford to lose?" Cheng Jiaoniang said.
The young official Gao was stunned for a moment and then laughed.
"How do you say this?" he said.
"There are bound to be injuries when fighting. It's normal for your skills to be inferior to others." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at Gao Xiaoguan, "My brother was injured because he lost. If you lose, you accept it. There is no need to apologize. You hit me."
If you can afford it, we can afford it. Wouldn't it be too stingy for a high-ranking official to get entangled in such trivial matters at this time?"
What?
Is it stingy for me to admit my mistake and apologize?
The high-ranking official frowned.
"What's more, I don't care about my followers. Followers are just obeying orders. It's whoever's business it is to eat the emperor's salary and be loyal to the emperor. If something goes wrong, it's not the way of a gentleman to take someone out and punish him.
." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
So were all the arrows shot at these followers headless?
So she didn't bother with him outside the hall and went straight to the high-ranking official?
Madam Mo on the side couldn't help but be stunned, looking at this lady with a somewhat complicated expression.
It turns out that the servants and thugs are not always killed as chickens...
This Mrs. Cheng is really... different from other people.
"If Gao Xiaoguan is really apologizing, it shouldn't be these followers, but Gao Xiaoguan you." Cheng Jiaoniang continued.
This woman! So bold!
The high-ranking officer suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"Ms. Cheng, what do you mean by this?" He narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Are you saying that I should break my hand?"
