"We'll find out then. Xiao Yuchen said, his starry eyes blinked, "The carriage is here." Princess, it's time for us to go. ”

I saw Xiao Yuchen's fingertips move slightly, and a trace of spiritual fire hit the rune paper, burning it to ashes. The soundproof formation disappeared, but the noise outside had already quieted down a lot, presumably the crowd had already dispersed.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door, Mo Cun was standing bowed: "Son, Miss, the carriage is already waiting, please move the two of you." ”

At the gate of the Water Pavilion, two carriages were parked. Feng Qianyan and Xiao Yuchen got into a spacious and luxurious car in front. Mo Cun followed Qingxiu and Yun Ting and got into the slightly smaller carriage behind.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped. Mo Cun's voice sounded outside the carriage: "Son, Miss, the City Lord's Mansion has arrived." ”

was hugged off the carriage by Xiao Yuchen, and the wind looked up. The high wall extends more than three or four hundred meters to the east and west sides, and above the vermilion lacquer gate that opens to the south, hangs a huge gold plaque engraved with the words "City Lord's Mansion". Not far from the east side of the gate, a corner door opened. There was a queue several hundred meters long outside the door, and the gate was guarded by officials. When everyone enters, they will hand a silver ticket to the official and then raise their hands and conduct a careful search before they are released.

Seeing that the wind was looking at the corner gate, Mo Cun opened his mouth with some embarrassment: "Miss, there are some special ...... today."

"I know, Oiran Festival!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Mo Cun breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained: "Every year, the competition of this Oiran Festival is held in the City Lord's Mansion. In addition to inviting some officials, wealthy businessmen, and tycoons, 200 civilians will also be allowed to enter and watch. It's just ......"

Feng tilted his chin and raised his chin: "It's just that you have to charge a fee, right?"

"Yes, yes. Five hundred taels of silver per man. Mo Cun replied.

"Young City Lord, it's easy for you to earn this silver, and you can easily get 100,000 taels!" Feng Tianyan glanced at Mo Cun and said quietly.

Mo Cun didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile awkwardly. Walked up to the door, pulled up the knocker and knocked twice. Two huge vermilion lacquer doors squeaked and slowly opened inward from the middle.

"Childe, Miss, please. Mo Cun respectfully made a "please" gesture and followed behind Feng Qianyan and Xiao Yuchen.

The moment he stepped into the door, Feng Yanyan's eyes flashed, coming from the woman's sensitive sixth sense, and she felt that the momentum on Mo Cun's body seemed to be much weaker all of a sudden.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a pool of clear water, with a winding stream at both ends, and a small stone bridge on the east and west. Between the shade of pine and cypress, you can faintly see rockery and strange stones dotted among them. From a distance, on the opposite side of the small lake, there are rows of scattered houses, which should be the inner courtyard where the family lives.

As the sky gets dark, a lantern is lit every short distance on the path, and the whole house is brightly lit.

"Childe, Miss, this Oiran contest is being held in the west side of the theater garden today, so my father has set up the banquet there. Please also ask the two of you to move with the villain. Mo Cun's body bowed lower, and his tone became more humble. Feng Qianyan couldn't help frowning slightly.

Mo Cun led the four of them for less than a quarter of an hour, and from a distance, he saw that Mo Fang was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard, and there was a man of the same age as Mo Cun standing beside him, presumably it should be his second son Mo Huan.