"What's your name?" She thought for a long time, her original aloof look had long since disappeared, and finally she just said: "I forgot, just call me Oiran."
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"Are you willing to be the next generation of Oiran, escape poverty and enjoy all the glory and wealth, but you must protect Kui Lou to the death." She was dressed in red makeup, making the black jade hanging around her neck shine.
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"I am the king of a country, and I only want a little oiran like you! Why wouldn't you like it?" He broke the lotus jade cup he gave her into pieces. "Since the emperor only wants my answer, then go back and deal with state affairs as soon as possible."
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"It's easy to go, General..." After saying that, she had already burst into tears.
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"Your Majesty, be careful..." "Get out!" He kept wiping the raindrops on her face. "She was just asleep, asleep!!" Trembling, he took out a colorful butterfly hairpin from his arms and slowly tied up her hair. The rain kept falling on her body, and her hair was dripping with water, drop by drop. I don't know whether it was to laugh at him or to pay homage to her.
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It would be great if Oiran was just a title.