839 The General is a Broken Sleeve (8)

Time passed in a hurry, and Su Kui sold most of the luxurious ornaments, jade pendants, etc., that Mu Qinglan's adoptive father had purchased for her, and all the silver taels obtained were used to renovate the Stunning Pavilion.

The Stunning Pavilion has stood in the fireworks alley of the capital for decades, and although the three-story carved wooden building is well maintained, it is inevitable that the paint will peel off due to rain erosion. In the past, Mu Qinglan's adoptive father was already getting more and more energetic year by year, and he wanted to bring the Peerless Pavilion back to life, but he was also powerless.

Now that the Stunning Pavilion has fallen into the hands of Su Kui, she directly spent the pattern herself, first announcing to the public that the Stunning Pavilion was suspended for rectification, and then the three-story small wooden building was painted with a new layer of paint inside and out.

In those days, the sound of ping-pong banging could be heard from the outside of the whole building, and passers-by were extremely curious, tiptoeing on the crack of the door to look inside, but they couldn't figure out what the boss of the Absolute Pavilion was doing.

By the time the Pavilion is completely reorganized, it has already reached the end of summer, and in a few days, autumn will begin.

The renovated Pavilion can now be divided into three parts, the lobby on the first floor, the light gauze curtain, dotted with candles everywhere, and the corners of the eaves are also hung with lanterns flickering with faint candles. In the daytime, it is not very special, but as long as it is night, it is a place of bliss with light yarn dancing, beautiful sounds, and bewitching wine.

On the second floor, there are several large private rooms, which are blocked by screens made of screens, so that guests can watch the dance downstairs as they like, without being noisy.

And the patterns painted on the screen are also ingenious. I saw that on the screens in each box, one by one the works of gongbi depicted the pattern of stroking the piano, or lying on the side to rest, or half-naked immersed in the water sprinkled with flower petals.

Naturally, without any exceptions, they are all from Su Kui, an outsider, and the portraits on it are all men.

In ancient times, the ancient painting method was still followed, and the portraits painted had blurred faces and distorted facial features.

I still remember that after Su Kui painted it and asked people to make a screen and frame it, dozens of little men looked at each other, and then blushed one by one. Even if they have experienced a hundred battles, they have seen a lot of real and fake Living Spring Palaces, and they have never seen such explicit expressions.

Su Kui doesn't care what these people think, what she wants is to be a blockbuster, completely fire the first shot after reopening, and stand out from countless competitors!

From now on, let the powerful and rich young people in the capital think of visiting the kiln, and they will think of the Stunning Pavilion!

That's right, this is Su Kui's ambition, and it is also Mu Qinglan's wish, one of her tasks in this life.

The Absolute Pavilion is not big, but it is not small, at least in the prosperous capital of the capital, it is also a medium existence. Therefore, compared to the crowded small houses in other buildings, the Stunning Pavilion is really empty.

So, when the decoration was done properly and there was some spare money in his hand, Su Kui asked someone to come over and bought more than a dozen teenagers to fill it, so that it would not be too empty.

Don't tell her anything about conscience, force the good to be a prostitute, this is an ancient era, the law of the jungle, prostitution was prevalent, she Su Kui is not interested in changing a dynasty, what do you say about selling your body or not, holding a shelf.

If you really want to do this, why talk about bringing the Stunning Pavilion back to life? After all, guests are here to have fun.

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