Laughing, the host always wants to escape

For two consecutive days, Tangcuo basically stayed in the compartment on the second floor of Yanyu Pavilion, occasionally looking at other guests at the door through the crack.

After noon every day, Lan Ju would knock on his door on time to talk to him about the etiquette of treating children from noble families, and he also got more useful information from her.

"Sister Lan Ju, the Oiran election will be held tomorrow. Can you tell me today what the election is about?" Tang Cuo looked at her with a smile.

In the past two days, no matter how he asked, the woman in front of him refused to tell him the content of the election, which made him not know what to do if he wanted to cheat.

"The questions in the election for the courtesan are all random. I can only tell you that the scope of the test is quite broad, including poetry, songs, singing, dancing and musical instruments." Lan Ju said helplessly.

"Didn't I teach you a few dances these days?"

"Well... I did teach you..." But I didn't learn it.

I don’t know what’s going on, but when I start dancing, my limbs feel like they’ve just been reunited, all messed up, and I can’t do anything about it.

"That's it. You should practice again tonight and try to perform better tomorrow." After saying that, she took Tang Cuo's hand and led him out of the room.

The two of them leaned on the railing on the second floor and looked down. Tang Cuo's face was covered with a layer of white veil. This was considered a rule that those who participated in the Oiran selection could not let others see their true faces before that.

Tang Cuo looked downstairs. There were colorful screens blocking both sides. A girl was sitting behind the screen. Her slender fingers were plucking the pipa in her hand quickly, making pleasant sounds.

When the song was over, the young men from the noble families in the audience applauded one after another, with satisfied expressions on their faces. With a wave of their hands, they offered rewards of 100 taels of gold.

"That person in the audience is Lan Lu. Her singing and dancing are amazing, and she'll be one of your competitors tomorrow." Lan Ju raised her hand and pointed at her.

"Look first. I have to go out for something. Remember not to take off your veil. Go back to the room at 3 p.m. Sister Hongtao will come to inspect." After saying that, Lan Ju stood up and walked towards the stairs on the other side.

Only Tang Cuo was left. He lifted his clothes and his eyes fell on a veiled woman. The moving gurgling sound of the strings flowed in his heart, giving people a feeling of a cool breeze on their faces.

Tang Cuo adjusted the white gauze on her cheek, then looked around, and seeing that no one was watching, she walked downstairs.

He leaned against the railing on the first floor, his eyes silently scanning the people below the stage.

His eyes unconsciously fell on one of them. The aura lingering around that person seemed different from that of the others.

Compared to the desire in the eyes of the people around him, his eyes were full of appreciation. Dressed in white, he gave people the feeling of a gentle gentleman.

The man held a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently. His elegant appearance stood out among the crowd.

"Ono, who is he?"

[The system is testing and has successfully read the information. The man in front of me is Mu Nian'an, the prince of Jing Wang of the Rong Dynasty.]

"Prince Jing? Isn't it said that except for Mu Hanqing, all the kings are not in the capital? Then why is Prince Jing here?" Tang Cuo asked puzzled.

[Although the late emperor had sent his brothers to the frontier, he was still wary of their power. Therefore, in order to dispel his fear, each king would send his most outstanding sons to the capital as hostages to express his loyalty.]

"So that's how it is?" Tang Cuo nodded.

At this moment, the sound of glass breaking was heard on the wooden table nearby. A drunk man nearby stood up staggeringly, looked at the woman covered in white veil on the stage, and raised his hand to point.

"I want her!" His voice was rough and a bit domineering. His round belly was rising and falling as he stood up.

"Master Li, this is Miss Lan Lu. She only sells her art and not her body. And she cannot meet customers alone at the moment." The servant next to him immediately stood up, came to his side and explained.

"Oh? I won't accompany you. My family has plenty of money. I don't care. I want her tonight." The man shouted relentlessly, "If you don't give her to me, I will smash your Yanyu Pavilion."

Oh my god, are you here to mess things up?

Tangcuo watched the farce in front of him with great interest.

"Mr. Li, our Miss Lan Lu is a candidate for tomorrow's courtesan election, so she really can't accompany you. How about I find you another girl who can sing well?" The servant hooked his finger, motioning Lan Lu on the stage to leave first.

Lan Lu saw his gesture, took the pipa in her arms, bowed, turned around and walked off the stage.

"Someone, come here, don't let her go, catch her for me." Li Zhang waved his hand, signaling the servants beside him to take action.

The servant received the signal from his master, hurried forward, grabbed Lan Lu's arm, and pulled her in front of Li Zhang.

Lan Lu shook off hard but still couldn't break free from their restraints, "Sir, I will not accompany you tonight. Please let me go..." Her tone was cold and distant.

"You dare to reject me? I tell you, there is nothing I cannot get. I will marry you tonight. Come, bring her back to the Li Mansion."

When the few people heard his order, they carried Lan Lu and walked towards the door.

"Heh." Tang Cuo let out a low laugh. The sound was not loud, but the people around him could hear it clearly.

Li Zhang turned around and looked at him, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing? It's just that I rarely see people as shameless as Mr. Li." Tang Cuo curled the corners of his lips.

"What did you say? You said I'm shameless?" Li Zhang raised his hand and slammed it hard on the table. "Do you know who I am? My father is a sixth-rank minister of the current dynasty. If you insult the son of a bureaucrat, you can be dragged out and beheaded."

"I'm just telling the truth. You said that there is nothing you can't get. Even the emperor has things he can't get. Are you saying that you are more powerful than the emperor?"

As soon as these words came out, people around him started to whisper, "Isn't this treasonous..."

"Yes, if you say something like that, your entire clan will be killed."

"That's it."

"You you you you...you guys..." Li Zhang raised his hand and pointed at the people around him.

"What? You have nothing to say? Then shut up and listen to me." Tang Cuo's eyes became fierce. "All the gentlemen are listening to the music and enjoying the banquet, but you are the only one who stands up to break the atmosphere. Do you think you are handsome? Or do you think Miss Lan Lu has poor eyesight and would not like a fat and big-eared man like you?"

"you you you you……"

"You can't even complete a sentence. I really don't know how your teacher taught you. You're really bringing shame to the Rong Dynasty." Tang Cuo said directly.

On the other hand, Li Zhang's face turned red and white, and he couldn't say a word in rebuttal.

"Someone, come here, bring him back, I want to kill him!" Li Zhang waved his arms wildly.