I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

After clearing his throat, Mamiya said softly:

"I did learn how to make a female voice in the Izu area."

"But it's not enough to have a female voice for a man to dress up as a woman."

"Everyone, please look at my face."

Mamiya raised a finger and pointed to his face.

"The face below cannot be disguised as a woman at all."

"Even if I put on makeup, outsiders can tell that I am a man at a glance."

"So if you want to dress up as a woman, the most important thing is to have a face that won't be recognized as a man even if you are dressed as a woman."

"therefore"

Mamiya slowly turned his stiff neck and looked at Asai who was sitting beside him with a handsome face.

"I think that if you really want to send a man and a woman to the Four Seasons House, you should also go from Asai"

As soon as Mamiya finished speaking, Asai widened his eyes and looked at Mamiya as if he had seen a ghost.

Asai's appearance seemed to be shouting loudly at Gamiya: Gamiya!You sell me? !

As for Gamiya, he silently looked away at this time, not looking at it or not daring to look at Asai.

As soon as Mamiya's words came out, the eyes that were originally focused on Mamiya shifted to Asai.

Asai has a handsome face that makes most men feel ashamed.

The faces of men in the world are divided into two types.

One is "masculine and handsome".

The other is "feminine and handsome".

Masculine is not the same as rough, and feminine is not the same as sissy.

These are just two different types of handsome, there is no distinction between high and low.

Asai's face is that kind of "feminine and handsome", with slender and delicate features.

Although it is a bit strange to say this, Ogata thinks that Asai's mouth and eyes are much prettier than Acho's

As long as he simply dresses up and stuffs two big balls of cloth on his chest, Asai can transform from a handsome man into a beautiful girl who can make countless men fall in love at first sight.

What Mamiya said just now is quite reasonable.

It is indeed more appropriate for a person with a handsome face that would not make people think he is a man even if he is dressed as a woman to do things like women's clothing.

"What Jian Gong said makes sense," Mu Cun was the first to express his opinion.

"Wait, wait!" Asai, who was usually taciturn and had a relatively little expression, showed a very rare excited expression at this time, "Everyone, please listen to my voice! Do you think I can pretend to be a woman with a voice like mine?"

"Actually, there is nothing wrong with your voice." Yuan Yi said at this time, "Not all women's voices are nice and crisp."

"I've seen a lot of women with rough, hoarse voices."

"As long as you deliberately lower your voice when speaking, you can get away with it. Everyone will only think you are a beautiful woman with a bad voice."

Asai seemed to want to say something more to save it.

His lips opened several times, and then closed several times.

In the end, he seemed to give up struggling, and said with a broken can:

"I'm a samurai after all!"

"I will never wear women's clothes!"

Asai's tone and attitude were quite decisive.

This decisive attitude made almost everyone present have the same thought: Maybe he can't be persuaded.

However, at this moment, Lin suddenly grabbed Yan Mo who was placed on the tatami beside him, and then slowly stood up.

"Asai, come with me."

"What, what are you doing?" A little anxiety flashed across Asai's face.

"Don't ask so many questions, just follow me."

After all, Lin didn't wait for Asai, and directly carried her Yan Mo and left the big room, and then walked straight to the private room where she lived.

After Lin got up, Asai's face was full of hesitation.

It wasn't until Lindu left the big room that the hesitant expression on Asai's face slowly dissipated, and then condensed into a strange expression, as if he was going to do something big and big.

Asai held his saber and followed Rin.

Before leaving this big room, Asai did not forget to turn his head and cast a resentful look at Mamiya

After both Lin and Asai left, Mamiya said softly with a bitter face:

"Asai is sorry"

Lin and Asai left the meeting, and this short meeting naturally couldn't go on.

And tonight's meeting is good to end at this time, after all, the information that Ogata should share has already been shared.

At the end of the meeting, everyone disbanded and continued to do their own things.

Ah-cho returned to the private room where she lived alone.

Machi didn't go back to the room alone.

Accompanying her back to her room was Ogata.

In Machi's room

"What's the gift you want to give me?"

As Machi spoke, he lit an oil lamp placed in a corner of the room.

Although the dim yellow light emitted by the oil lamp was not very bright, it could barely illuminate the faces of Ogata and A-Machi in the room.

Just now, Ogata followed A-Ming back to her room swaggeringly on the grounds that there was a gift for her.

Ah-machi also looked forward to it.

Looking forward to what the gift Ogata said would be.

Ogata, who was casually sitting cross-legged on the tatami, took out a small round pot-shaped object from his arms, and handed it to A-Machi.

A-Ming knelt down in front of Ogata, and took the thing Ogata handed over with both hands.

"What's this? Can I open it now and see?"

"of course."

A-Machi opened the small round jar.

After seeing clearly what was contained in the round jar, Ah-Ming's beautiful eyes immediately widened in surprise.

"Isn't this Sasairo Red?"

"Yeah." Ogata showed a slight smile, "This Sasa-colored red is no ordinary Sasa-colored red."

Ogata told A-Ming exactly how he got the "Sasaisehong" today.

After learning that this is the "Sasairo Red" exclusively for Taifu Fuchi, A-Machi's beautiful eyes widened in surprise again.

"Is it the sasa-colored red that Taifu Fengchi only uses? It's a good thing."

"As expected of the most powerful girl in Yoshiwara, such an expensive item can be given as a gift."

After learning that the thing in his hand was so precious, Ah-Ming immediately became cautious in how he held it.

Holding the "Sasairo Red" in his hand with a gentle movement like scooping up a handful of clear water that is easy to drain.

A-cho's eyes and face were full of excitement, and he carefully looked up and down the precious cosmetics in his hand.

But on the way to look at it, Ah-Ming suddenly seemed to remember something. After pursing his lips, he swallowed lightly:

"We might as well sell this." A-Machi stared at the Sasa-hong in his hand, "This level of Sasa-hong, as long as the eloquence is good enough and the merchant is stupid enough, maybe it can sell for 2 taels of gold."

"We are not short of money." Ogata said angrily, "Why sell this. You can keep it for yourself. After all, this is something given to us by Taifu Fengling, so it would be bad to resell it. "

"We are indeed not short of money now." Ah-Ming smiled helplessly, "But we also have to find a way to work hard to make money."

"Our money is not endless after all."

"If we don't have some way to supplement our income, we will run out of money one day."

After hearing Ah-Machi's words, Ogata's expression also became a little more serious.

"You're right, but you don't have to worry too much about money, A-Machi."

"There's no need to sell this sasase red for money."

"We are not short of money to the extent that we need to use it as an item."

"You can take this Sasa-color red for your own use."

"Okay then." After hesitating for a while, A-Machi folded his hands that were holding the "Sasiro Red" together, and wrapped around the "Sasiro Red" that Ogata gave as a gift.

Looking down at the hands that had clasped "Sasiroku", Ah-Machi's eyes seemed to be looking at some rare treasure.

"Thank you, Ayi."

After saying that, Machi showed a bright smile.

Seeing A-Machi who seemed to like the "Sasa-colored red" very much, a faint smile appeared on Ogata's cheeks.

Although there is a smile on his face, Ogata's heart is not as prominent as his appearance.

At this moment, Ogata said softly in a somewhat helpless tone deep in his heart:

make money

next day, night

Edo, Yoshihara, somewhere near the gate.

Ogata, who had already put on the special haori of the Shirobei Club, patrolled back and forth along the street.

Of course, Ogata only appeared to be patrolling on the surface.

He was essentially waiting for Kyutaro to come.

In order not to miss Kyutaro, before it was completely dark, Ogata came to Shirobei Clubhouse to report, and volunteered to patrol the first half of Nakanomachi just like last night.

Nakanomachi is the place with the largest flow of people in Yoshiwara, so it is also the place where patrolling is the most troublesome and most likely to encounter various incidents.

Some servants who like to fish like to patrol and stand guard in places where there are not so many people, so that they can dawdle.

Ogata's voluntary request to patrol the first half of Nakanomachi, in the eyes of Shirobei and others, is the same as voluntary request to work in the most tiring place in Yoshihara.

For Ogata's behavior of "voluntarily asking Ying to go to the most tiring place", Shirobei and others gave a very high evaluation, and agreed to Ogata's invitation without hesitation.

Tonight was much calmer than last night.

There was no door-to-door invitation from the husband, and no troublesome troublemakers.

In this way, Ogata waited for Ji Taro very smoothly.

Just like last night, Ji Taro led his followers, swaggering through the gate of Yoshihara.

The only difference from last night is that Ji Taro came earlier tonight than last night.

And Kyutaro was wearing a red kimono yesterday, and an orange kimono today.

After realizing that Kyutaro was coming, Ogata narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned his body 180 degrees, and walked straight in the opposite direction from before.

A strong man stood in front of Ogata.

This strong man was carrying a big sword behind his back, holding many strings of glutinous rice balls bought from unknown sources in his hands, and he was eating there in small bites, as if he was enjoying the food leisurely.

When Ogata passed behind this strong man who was eating glutinous rice dumplings, Ogata lowered his voice and whispered in a voice that only he and this strong man could hear clearly:

"Makimura, that man wearing an orange kimono with only a wakizaru stuck in his waist, dangling as he walks, about five and a half feet tall is Kyotaro."

After quickly finishing these words, Ogata walked past the strong man without stopping.

This strong man is Mucun.

From the moment Ogata reported to them, to the time Ogata left behind him, Mucun's expression remained the same without any change, as if he had never heard anyone talking to him at all.