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Chapter 73 Catch the Red Hydrangea

Fengyou City, Wanhualou.

Wanhualou, as the name suggests, is the most famous in Fengyou City, hook, fence, courtyard!

——It was also tonight, Qin Huan and the others...

"Yan Xiaosi, is this what you said, a poetry, drinking and singing party?"

In front of Wanhua Tower, pieces of red and pink embroidered handkerchiefs were falling down. Qin Huan looked up and saw that the women upstairs were so enchanting that her veins popped out and her facial features were twisted into small balls.

These women are all charming and flirtatious, posing on the railing.

If a man sees her, he will definitely feel charming, but she is a woman!
Yan Si embraced Qin Huan's shoulders, leaned close to her and said, "Oh, Xiao Huangqing, this young talent often drinks and composes poems here, and this beauty sings and dances here, why isn't it called a poetry, drinking and singing party?"

Qin Huan crossed his arms and raised his eyes to look at Yan Sidao, "Hehe... Is this what you said you were going to do with Brother Hu tonight?"

"Let's go in first." Hu Li said suddenly.

Qin Huan looked at him in surprise.

But he said, "If we stand like this again, we will really be regarded as young men in this youth hall."

"Let's go." Yan Da grabbed his arms and dragged the two of them in.

As soon as the three of them entered the door, they saw a graceful middle-aged woman coming up to them.

"Oh, it's Fourth Master. You haven't been to my Wanhua Building for a while."

The woman was only wearing a bright red skirt, and she was swaying as she walked. She held a pomegranate embroidered handkerchief in her hand and swept it away while speaking, her eyes full of snobbery.

Yan Si smiled and said, "Mother Jin, I have brought two friends with me today to arrange a few for us. As for the candidates, it is naturally the same as the old rules."

Mother Jin called the boy aside to give some instructions, then greeted Yan Si with a smile, "Fourth Master, you have come to the enemy today."

Yan Si asked with great interest, "Oh? Is there anything new tonight? Let's hear it."

Mother Jin waved the scented handkerchief in her hand and was about to pat Yan Si's chest, "Oh, what are you in a hurry for, Fourth Master?"

Yan Si ducked behind Qin Huan and avoided it cleverly.

Mother Jin was not embarrassed, and continued, "Fourth Master, rest with the two officials first, and wait to see the beauties on the high platform tonight."

Yan Si smiled wickedly, "Then I will just sit and wait for you, a beauty on the high platform, so don't let me down."

Qin Huan shook his head helplessly, but when he looked at Hu Li, he found that he was looking around with interest.

I couldn't help cursing secretly in my heart, what a pervert!
The three of them followed the boy upstairs.

Three slender girls greeted them, and as soon as they came up, they sat on the laps of the three of them.

The girl next to Qin Huan looked at Qin Huan and sat down beside Qin Huan with understanding.

The beauty's delicate body was about to lean forward, Qin Huan quickly reached out and grabbed her arm and pushed it away.

The beauty covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, "Hehe, young master, my family is Xiaojiao, and this is the first time for young master?"

Qin Huan pursed his lips, looking a little reluctant, "I, you,..."

The voice was obviously lowered a lot, with some juvenile male duck voices in it.

Yan Si sat beside and watched it amusingly.

Hu Li glanced at the beauty on his lap and walked to Qin Huan's side.

Stretching out his hand to rub her head, he said softly, "Say it, don't lower your voice, it's not good for your throat."

Qin Huan no longer suppressed his voice, and replied in a low voice, "Understood."

The girl's voice was like a baby's first twitter, but it was a little hoarse.

"Look, does your throat hurt?" Hu Li said, lowering his head, gently rubbing Qin Huan's neck with his fingertips.

Qin Huan only felt a slight itchiness on his neck, with a little warmth. He looked up and saw the man staring at his neck seriously, his pretty face flushed, and it quickly spread to his neck.

Hu Li raised his eyes to look at her, and said with concern, "It hurts from rubbing? It's all red."

Qin Huan met his starry eyes and closed them in shame.

Hu Li raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put his hands away, and stood up.

Turning around, he saw three girls staring at them dumbfounded and saying slightly apologetically, "I'm really sorry, my roommate is naughty."

The girls understood, it was Yan Si who looked at him resentfully, with a sullen look on his face.

At that time, a commotion was heard on the high platform.

Everyone looked together, only to hear Mama Jin on the high platform say that today is the first night for the new oiran of Wanhualou, and the oiran is going to throw red hydrangea balls to choose a husband.

A few people stood by the fence and looked down.

On the high platform, only a woman danced lightly.

The beauty covered her face with beaded gauze, her dress was graceful and elegant, and her dancing posture was soft and elegant. Jin Zan Yuer flew with her, like a butterfly falling on her sleeves and dancing lightly.

I heard that this oiran's name is Rouge.

Qin Huan sneaked a sideways glance at Hu Li, only to find that his eyes had been looking at the dancing girl on the stage, and his toes were rubbing against the ground vigorously, as if trying to wear through the earth and rocks.

But this woman on the stage is really powerful, and her single dance can make the whole house roar.

The whole hall was full of wild shouts from the men, and even Yan Si couldn't help blowing his whistle a few times.

Qin Huan didn't know why she was angry, but she got angry when she saw Hu Li's serious look.

He squeezed the sleeves tightly with his hands and buttoned them in hard.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the woman closed her lotus steps, and her skirt spread out, like a white peony in full bloom, holy and flawless.

Qin Huan bit his lip slightly and let out his breath in a muffled voice.

She didn't envy that woman, but she just didn't like her.

After a break from singing and dancing, this is the highlight of the night.

A young servant came to the stage with a red hydrangea and handed it to Rouge.

All eyes in the hall were focused on this little red hydrangea.

Many people had already touched the swords around their waists, and their steps moved forward slightly, just waiting for the hydrangea to hit.

The woman threw her bare hands.

Everyone squeezed forward desperately.

It stands to reason that the best place to get hydrangeas is under the stage.

But the brawny man had just received the hydrangea, and before he could smile for a while, he was snatched away by the man in brocade who jumped up from the hall.

Countless people gathered on the first floor, and those on the second floor who could fly had already jumped downstairs.

However, the hydrangea never fell to the ground, it just kept throwing, falling, and flying in the air, like the orbs played by two dragons.

It can even be said that it is not a play, but a win.

Hidden arrows, darts, and swords flew horizontally, dancing in the air with the hydrangea.

Yan Si jumped into the melee early on, only Qin Huan and Hu Li stood where they were.

Qin Huan felt a little happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, gradually widening.

He only watched the man beside him watch the big scene below with ease.

She really wanted to ask him why he didn't go down, thinking about the flurry of swords and swords down here, Hu Li, a cowardly scholar, probably didn't have the guts, and felt a little more relaxed.

Downstairs was chaos, the noise of fighting with swords.

There was a moment of silence upstairs, which only belonged to Qin Huan's ambiguity.

Qin Huan secretly stretched out his little hand, about to pull Huli's clothes.

Glanced at him secretly, the man's quiet eyes seemed to have nothing to do with him downstairs.

Little hands approached him little by little.

But he heard the noise suddenly disappear, and he didn't know if he was trapped in his own love network, which was enough to ignore his surroundings.

The little hand is close to the sleeve of the scholar, and he is about to grab it.

The scholar suddenly raised his hand.

The little hand fell through.

Qin Huan raised his eyes, but suddenly his eyes were dull and his face was pale.

What Hu Li held was the red hydrangea of ​​the oiran.

(End of this chapter)