Sunset.

It was less than an hour before nightfall.

At this moment, the men and women of Wanhualou are busy, and carts of good wine are constantly being moved into the backyard by workers, and the lanterns at the door are also replaced with new ones, and even the red silk hanging on the corridor and eaves is all new.

The entire Wanhualou is filled with joy, as if you are going to marry a girl.

But......

That's all, Sister Hua is still not satisfied, at this moment she is in the hall to instruct everyone to rebuild a flower stand, the flowers around the stand and on the back wall are all just picked in the afternoon, for which she spent fifty taels of silver.

For an ordinary family, this money is enough to eat and drink for several years, but the flower table can only be used for one night, which is really extravagant.

After a while, a gorgeous and colorful flower stand was finally presented in the hall, Sister Hua carefully checked it and found that there was nothing wrong, so she nodded with satisfaction and said to those workers: "Thank you for your hard work, the backyard has prepared the meal, hurry up and eat!" "Those workers didn't even eat a bite of food at noon in order to rush to work.

At this time, a strong man walked in, followed by two teams of sixteen or seventeen young women, the women's clothes were divided into two colors, cyan and white, it was the people of Shile Building and Qingyue Pavilion.

Under normal circumstances, the Qingle Pavilion and the Qingle Lou will not appear on the same occasion, just like the unspoken rule that the king does not see the king in the entertainment circle in the future, the two are also the top outstanding existences in Hangzhou, and the struggle between the open and the secret is very fierce, if there is no very tough background, it is impossible to invite the two Qingqi at the same time.

And this is also Sister Hua's second killer feature, of course, she also has a third killer feature, that is, she invited the 'horns' of the two families, which can be described as a big-name existence in later generations, and will not appear on ordinary occasions at all.

If it weren't for the fact that the name of the second son of the Assassin's Mansion was very good, let alone the 'horn' of the two families, or the 'horn' of one of them, I am afraid that it would be difficult to invite anyone with money.

Of course, the reason why Sister Hua did this seemed to be competing with Fengqilou on the surface, but in fact, the real purpose was not just to extinguish the prestige of Fengqilou, in her heart, a third-rate Fengqilou was not worth her money.

She had received news a few days ago that there were officials in the capital who would arrive in Hangzhou in the next few days, and at this time, she would build up the momentum and topics in advance, and then she would be the first to win the people, but she would have a better chance to receive those Beijing officials, so as to offer her secret weapon.

After all, after tasting the sweetness of someone behind her, Sister Hua didn't want to let go of a good opportunity to go further.

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the West Lake, Fengqi Tower is also a busy scene.

However, Fengqilou is not richer than Wanhualou, Yang Ma just added some more tables and stools in the hall, and bought some wine and food, and did not change anything in other aspects, and there was no spare money to change anything.

After all, last night's scene had already made her understand that those boys and buddies probably only wanted to hear Fang Jiu's story, so they didn't need to spend any more money to invite Qing Qi people to come over to perform.

Of course, she has already figured out how to maximize Fang Jiu's use value today.

Fang Jiu's storytelling itself could not bring her substantial benefits, but it could attract a lot of rich sons, so after thinking about it, she finally put her thoughts on how to leave those sons and brothers for the night.

Although Fengqilou is not a little unsatisfactory in terms of environment and the appearance of the girls, but people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, she doesn't believe that after the girls in her building dress up beautifully, they can't keep those young and vigorous boys and buddies with a little means.

Therefore, after Mama Yang got up this morning, she gritted her teeth and took out fifty taels of silver to buy a batch of high-quality rouge gouache for the girls, and personally instructed them to make up and dress up, hoping to keep some more guests for the night tonight.

However, just as Mother Yang was expecting to guide the girls to make up and dress up, a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and then Zhao Si stumbled into the house.

"Mom, no...... Oh no, Wanhualou has stumbled us again! Zhao Si's face was flushed.

Mother Yang was startled and said urgently: "Liu Wanhua, what is she doing again?" "Liu Wanhua is Sister Hua's real name.

Zhao Si's face was angry: "She has advanced the red banquet of Miss Luoshui to tonight, and the momentum is very huge, today we are afraid that we are all busy in vain, and there will definitely not be many guests coming over at night!" ”

Hearing this, Mama Yang's face instantly became extremely pale, and her left hand holding the gouache box trembled uncontrollably.

"Bang dang!"

The gouache cartridge in Yang's mother's hand fell to the ground, she raised her eyebrows, stepped on it, and squeezed out a voice that could almost freeze the air between her teeth: "Liu Wanhua...... I'm not done with you! ”

Soon.

The matter of Luoshui's red banquet in advance spread in Fengqi Tower.

The girls, who were originally energetic and well-dressed, became listless one by one like defeated roosters.

Although Fang Jiu's story is very exciting and attractive, no one believes that it will be more attractive than the famous Luoshui girl in Hangzhou, you must know that Wanhualou has made a momentum for Luoshui a few months ago, and the red banquet belongs to one of the most important ceremonies in the Qinglou, basically only once in two or three months in a certain Qinglou in Hangzhou, so I am afraid that the rich son with a little status is not willing to miss it easily.

"Hey! Wasted the best rouge gouache! A girl said with a sad face.

"Looks like we can only wait until tomorrow night!" A girl next to her sighed.

"I don't know if those rich boys will come tomorrow night......"

"Even if you are still willing to come, I'm afraid Fang Jiu's story will be finished, how can there be a story that can be told for days!"

The other women fell silent.

At this time, Fang Jiu had dinner in the house and was finally released, but as soon as he went out, he felt that the atmosphere in the hall was a little wrong.

"What's going on? Why are they all crying and sad? Fang Jiu walked down the stairs and asked puzzled.

"Isn't it that Wanhualou deliberately squeezed us!" A woman sighed, and then spoke to Fang Jiu.

Soon, Fang Jiu understood what was going on, but he didn't think so in his heart.

It's not that he is too confident, but judging from the performance of those sons and brothers last night, the attraction of "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" is probably not much worse than Luoshui Girl's red banquet.

Even if there aren't many people tonight, I'm afraid the hall will be full tomorrow night.

"Okay, don't think about it, there will definitely not be many fewer guests tonight than last night!" Fang Jiu said confidently.

"Hopefully!" The girls clearly didn't quite believe him.

Fang Jiu smiled, no longer explaining anything, everything would naturally be revealed after nightfall!