Chapter 55 The Oiran Fallen Ji

The so-called bell is the bell that represents the end and beginning of a year. It needs to be ringed by the most respected person in the territory on the last celebration day of winter.

This person is undoubtedly Vale himself.

In the alley far away, the man who heard the conversation between the two showed a weird smile.

As the existence of the twelve ghost month level, it is definitely not difficult to sneak into the extremely huge black snow collar today.

The population here has now exceeded two million, and it is undoubtedly the largest city in the world, even far surpassing the metropolitan area of ​​Tokyo.

In this city, there is also the existence of Custom Street.

The so-called Fengsu Street actually refers to an occasion where various types of geisha gather.

It’s not just a place that sells meat. The oirans are mostly talented and beautiful.

Moreover, oirans generally don’t sell themselves, they just wait for the price, waiting for the favor of nobles or scholars.

Therefore, since ancient times, there have been unknowingly many eloquent love stories, all being staged here.

Many talented poor scholars fell in love with a young lady in Custom Street, and then separated because of lack of money. Many years later, the scholars came back and met a lady who had become an oiran.

But in fact, in this era, there are almost no real poor families for anyone who can get a good education in places other than Heixueling.

Among the members of the ghost killing team, the two with good education, such as the two sisters of Butterfly Chanel Hui, belong to a medical family.

Another example is Yinzhu Yusui Tianyuan. It is said that he has made a lot of achievements in literature, and he likes to go in and out of the street. This guy is the last descendant of the ninja family.

And like the future Zhuzui Hiranosuke, he doesn’t even know the words at all.

Because of the huge population and reasonable management system of the black snow collar, the scale of the Custom Street quickly surpassed the chaotic Yoshihara Flower Street, or the second Yoshihara was built here.

It is also called Yoshihara Flower Street in the Yoshiwara district of the black snow collar.

In order to distinguish between the two, it is called Xinjie Old Street.

Most of the promising oirans have moved to Xinjie, and the old streets are mostly pure meat with no future, but the prices are much cheaper.

In the largest flower house in the Yoshihara Flower Street, a delicate woman is slowly putting on her makeup, putting a red flower on the mirror, and applying some light powder on Bai Chan’s face, applying her lipstick. superior.

There is no extra makeup. It is said that (bff) is the legendary lord who likes elegant, so the style of Xinjie is biased towards this now.

But there is no heavy makeup, and the requirements for personal qualifications are too high, so the only qualified to use this style are some extremely beautiful oirans.

This oiran is a young lady from a big family in Tokyo. Her talent is extraordinary and she has made great achievements in literature and so on.

The black snow collar is very famous, and the winter festival is about to come. At that time, one of the oirans will be selected as the head of the oiran for the parade.

During this process, you can also come into contact with the legendary lord. All the oirans want Isshin to get this C position. After all, everyone knows what identity the lord who owns this territory is.

He is the master of the common capital of Kuroyuki and Tokyo, and at the same time actually controls more than a dozen large and small territories around him. It can be said that he is the largest general in real power today.

Perhaps one step further, the other party may become the lord of the world!

After all, it took only two or three years for Heixue to get to this point.

The woman of the master of the world, what a privilege this is.

Precisely in anticipation of the coming of this existence, there are more and more people who are waiting for the price.

Many even gave up their status and went to the lord’s mansion to be a little maid.

A mother Sang knocked on the door, then walked into the room and called the woman’s stage name.

“Chiyo, come here, today is the time for exchanges between the various parties, and the other oirans have already arrived.”

After hearing this, Qiandai got up and walked out the door with his mother Sang. The long corridor was a bit dim, and mother Sang said in a long-winded manner while walking.

“Don’t think about the emptiness anymore, Chiyo, such a character is not imaginable for people like us.”

Chiyo didn’t know what she was talking about, but still shook his head, with a faint smile on his delicate face.

“Mom Sang, I know what you mean, how dare I arrogantly hope to be a woman who is the Lord of the World? As a person who was originally a slave, I am not qualified to think about that kind of thing…

“But if I don’t see that adult in person, even if I die, I won’t close my eyes.”

She was one of the slaves saved by Vail’s subordinates a few years ago, and she was indeed the daughter of Tokyo who was sacrificed by the samurai.

Just because of her current pursuit, the family has also abandoned it.

Soon the two walked to a house together, in which there were already five or six extraordinary oirans.

One of the women at the top was a little strange. She painted coquettish makeup, which was very different from the elegant style here, and she also wore a rebellious nude.

It is clearly a delicate face, but it happens to have a very mature style.

A pair of slender legs are not placed under the clothes like other geishas, ​​because the skirt is slightly exposed, but is completely indifferent.

Without any proper posture, Erlang’s legs are raised, and the whole body presents a disorganized strange beauty.

Although strange, this woman was so beautiful that the people present did not question whether she was qualified to sit here.

“This is Warabi Hime, the oiran from the old street, now living in our new street.”

Sang, the mother in charge of Warabi Ji, said that everyone was suddenly surprised, no wonder the other party’s makeup was so abnormal.

After all, it’s a place like the old street…

Warabihime looked at these oiran with a somewhat arrogant and cold smile, but she paused when she saw Chiyo.

Because only this woman didn’t show a fake smile on her face, just a gentle and plain ordinary smile.

She has great confidence in her face. No one here can match her. Why isn’t this woman jealous?

Yan Jixiao looked at her with interest, and was quickly attracted by her mother Sang’s words.

“Since you are here, everyone is interested in the winter festival in the near future. If you want to be the leader of the oiran, or even see the lord up close, you must abide by the rules here.”

Otherwise, “you won’t even have the qualifications to run.”

Su Ji’s eyes showed a ray of light, and the nails in her clothes couldn’t help sticking out some, but they quickly took them back.

After the mothers had confessed, Suan Ji returned to her home alone, and then a second figure floated out of her body, and gradually fell to the ground and turned into an extremely ugly man.

“It’s really a good place, a good place.” He split his mouth to look at Sui Ji and said.

“Let’s do it, Wei Ji.

Oiran Cangji, known as Fallen Hime, sat lazily at the table and only said a word.

“I’m a little hungry.”



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