The cheers grew louder and louder, and the sword light flashed. Finally, the sword light was seen all over the high platform, as if a light curtain enveloped the high platform.

Jin Qiaoqiao tapped her toes, like a ballet in later generations, spinning her body, dancing into clouds of sword light, flashing like ripples of light pouring out, and the flowing ripples of light spread all over the high platform.

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The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and at the same time the sword light suddenly dimmed. Jin Qiaoqiao stood up with her sword, panting, and saluted everyone with her sword.

The crowd clapped loudly, praised Jin Qiaoqiao with unfinished appreciation, and stared at Jin Qiaoqiao.

"Master Lin gives you three yellow flowers!" a voice shouted.

"Master Fang gives you three yellow flowers!" another person shouted.

"Master Pan gives you three yellow flowers!"

"Mr. Jiang sent four yellow flowers!"

People started talking loudly and turned to look around, looking for traces of Mr. Jiang. You must know that a yellow flower is worth ten taels, and not everyone can afford it.

The person who sent the most yellow flowers had to put it on Jin Qiaoqiao's head in person. This was the only chance to get close to Jin Qiaoqiao, so an ordinary little wild flower cost ten taels of silver each.

Ten taels of silver is not a small amount, and four yellow flowers cost forty taels, which is a huge sum of money. The consumption at this time is extremely low, and forty taels of silver is enough to keep a family from worrying about food and clothing for twenty or thirty years.

Li Muchan came out of the room, waved to everyone, and smiled slightly while stroking his beard.

People immediately started talking louder and louder. No one expected that the person who handed out four yellow flowers at once was actually a down-and-out middle-aged scribe.

In people's eyes, those who give yellow flowers are mostly dandy boys who have money but no place to spend it, so they can spend money so recklessly. Their father would never be so lavish.

Wan Niang pursed her lips and smiled, came to Li Muchan's side, and said loudly: "Sister Qiaoqiao, it was this Mr. Jiang who gave me four yellow flowers."

Jin Qiaoqiao stood on the stage, cupped her fists and gave a faint salute: "Thank you for your generous gift, Mr. Jiang!"

The money given to Huanghua does not need to be given to Tanchunlou, but belongs to her personally. To her, this is the real big deal.

Huang Hua's income in one night alone amounted to one hundred and eleven taels. Such a huge amount of money was enough to stun people, and it further enhanced Jin Qiaoqiao's status.

She is so rich that it is easy to redeem herself. She does not need to have rich children at all. She does not need to consider the person she wants to choose, whether he is rich or poor. She only needs to be like-minded.

Li Muchan clasped his fists and smiled: "Miss Qiaoqiao is a woman as good as any other woman. I admire you so much. This trivial matter is not disrespectful!"

At this time, a beautiful middle-aged woman appeared on the stage, wearing a black shirt, with fluffy hair, skin like gelatin, and a look of laziness and beauty all over her body.

She stood next to Jin Qiaoqiao and spoke loudly: "Mr. Jiang, please come up and wear a yellow flower for Qiaoqiao!"

Her voice is slightly hoarse and full of seductive magnetism.

"This is Mama Yang." Wan Niang reminded in a low voice and said with a smile: "Mother Yang is a very good person, compassionate and takes good care of us poor people."

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Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "That's exactly what I meant. Thank you, Mother Yang."

He smiled at Wan Niang, turned around and walked north, appeared from the north stairway, stepped directly onto the high platform, and came to Yang's mother's side.

As I walked closer, I felt even more deeply. This mother Yang was like a ripe squid, with skin that could be broken by blows, and her whole body was full of temptation.

She stretched out her hand, and a pretty maid next to her held up a wooden plate with four small yellow flowers on it, just like the wild flowers that can be seen everywhere in the fields.

"Mr. Jiang, are you in trouble for helping Qiaoqiao put these four flowers on?" She smiled slightly.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I can't get what I asked for, so I'm happy to help!"

"Huh!" A cold snort suddenly sounded, causing everyone in the venue to tremble. It was like a heavy hammer beating a drum next to their ears, and the sound was extremely loud.

Li Muchan frowned, turned his head and looked up, meeting Lin Ping's eyes.

Lin Ping was standing on the railing, his eyes sharp and real, and the cold sword transformed from his eyes seemed to be stabbing Li Muchan into a hole, which was quite scary.

An ordinary literati would have been unable to stand up to such a gaze and would have run away, or his legs would have trembled and he would have been unable to stand firmly.

Li Muchan smiled at Lin Ping: "This young master doesn't know his surname, what can you tell me?"

"I'm Lin Ping." Lin Ping cupped his fists and said coldly.

Li Muchan raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment: "Could it be the young master of the South Altar of Sanxiao Hall?"

"Not bad." Lin Ping nodded.

Li Muchan smiled: "How disrespectful. It turns out to be Master Lin Shao. I have admired his name for a long time! ... But how did I offend Master Lin Shao?"

Lin Ping pointed at the wooden plate in front of him and remained silent.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "If Master Lin wants to give flowers to Miss Qiaoqiao, why not be more generous and let me take advantage of this!"

Lin Ping's face turned red and his eyes shone coldly.

He also wanted to be more generous, but the pocket money his father gave him every month was considerable. If he squandered it wantonly, he wouldn't be able to hold on for a few days, and then he wouldn't be able to come to Tanchun Tower.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "I hope Master Lin will learn his lesson and be more generous next time. I will put these little flowers on Miss Qiaoqiao's head first."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a small yellow flower, and slowly came to Jin Qiaoqiao.

She blinked her big eyes and stared at him, as if she could speak, showing a curious expression. She was really curious, but she didn't expect a middle-aged man to have such thoughts.

When people reach middle age, they tend to pay more attention to reality. It is rare to spend such unnecessary money. Furthermore, everyone knows that there are several young masters competing for them, and few people dare to join in the fun.

Lin Ping squeezed his hands so hard that his joints crackled, his eyes were like cunts, and his teeth were squeaking as he wanted to take care of Li Muchan right away.

Li Muchan saw it, pretending he couldn't see it, picked up a small yellow flower and inserted it into Jin Qiaoqiao's temples. The temples were black and shiny, like black satin, and like a piece of black.

After the small yellow flowers are inserted, they look pretty and delicate.

Li Muchan could smell the delicate fragrance on her body, as well as the familiar cool air, which was exactly the fresh air he felt from Su Yunyun.

He was even more certain that Jin Qiaoqiao was indeed a disciple of Yuhan Palace.
Chapter completed!