Chapter 101: Oiran of the Orchid Autumn Festival

What does this Lanqiu Festival have to do with yourself? What's more, it's also a festival in Flower Street.

"In Flower Street, on the day of entering the Lanqiu, the wall clock will be carried out at the street entrance, and the period from the moment the bell is hung to the end of the Lanqiu is the Lanqiu Festival of the Flower Street."

"During the Autumn Festival, each store will set up a flower stand outside the store to show the characteristics of its own store, and there are no restrictions on playing the piano, dancing, chanting poetry, playing chess or painting."

"During the Lanqiu Festival, the entire street of the flower street will be open to the general public, although you can't enter the building, but you can peek through the flower stand display."

"On the last day of the Ranqiu Festival, the Oiran will be selected according to the popularity of each family during the festival time, which is the highest honor in the flower street, and each family will do everything possible to win."

"By the way, Yilanlou has been awarded the Oiran for four consecutive years"

After saying so many words in one breath, Sikong Yu took a few sips of the porcelain cup in his hand.

"I still don't understand, since it's such an important holiday, isn't it too childish to put the hope of victory on me? Do you want to stop thinking about it? Hua Mian couldn't figure out what kind of help she could help in this kind of almost beauty pageant.

"The talent show that Fang just said is a fixed program of each family, and singing and dancing may become a special skill outside the street, but in the flower street, these are just things that everyone can do, and the real decisive thing is to be surprised."

"Unexpected?"

"That's right, in previous years, the gap between us and the second Yanyu Pavilion has not been big, the main reason is that Qin Ji Fangqiong, who has the reputation of being the first qin in the kingdom, is in Yanyu Pavilion, so even if the other people in their shop have mediocre qualifications, they will raise the overall evaluation because of one person."

"What's more, this year has also increased the intensity of personal ratings, as long as it is the top three stores, the flower girls in the store can compete for the throne of the Oiran"

"So I need you to help the flower girl in the store retain customers"

Now Hua Mian has figured it out, and he is the helper, but fortunately, he only needs to work behind the scenes.

Looking out the window again, the carriage had entered the city during the conversation, and it was impossible to describe the magnificence of the city with only the word grandeur, and for a while Huamian could not find any other words to describe it except for sighing 'worthy of being the royal capital'.

The spacious streets, the people come and go, and the towering pavilions and pavilions are lined up one after another, which makes people dazzled, and it is completely a scene of prosperous mountains and rivers.

I entered the city and drove for most of the hour.

Li'er said outside the carriage, "Miss, it's the flower street ahead."

The legendary Flower Street? Hua Mian couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart, lifted the curtain hanging from the car window, and looked out.

Not far away is a huge bridge, the vermilion body of the bridge is particularly dazzling on the street, and various colored lanterns are hanging on both sides of the bridge and swaying left and right in the morning breeze.

The other side of the bridge is like a city within a city, if the buildings in the city are solemn and solemn, then the city on the opposite side is a collection of gaudy and complex, extremely luxurious.

The carriage got on the bridge, and Hua Mian was completely attracted by the scene in front of her, lying on the window of the car staring at the market in front of her.

The whole flower street is in the final stage of the previous day's work, there are guests who are about to leave in the buildings of the layered buildings, and the early morning sun shines down in the slightest, reflecting the Biwa Zhuyong on the street, all revealing the beauty of the building.

The car had already arrived at the entrance of Flower Street, and the servant women in charge of cleaning saw that it was the convoy of the owner of Yilan Building, and they put down their work and stood on both sides to salute.