Pei Baojiang also visited the stage she built for the singing and dancing girls in the garden and gave her advice on how to improve it. She originally wanted to build a resort.
As a result, Song Ronghua and Song Wu caused trouble, got the information from Fang Ying, and opened the resort first.
She simply refused to compete with them in the ring, and gave her creative ideas to Xu Shaokun and others as favors. She also gave the dancers to them for free so that they could cooperate and make money.
Their stage, lighting, etc. were all basically planned by her, including spotlights, colored lights, simple neon lights...
Now it has been completely reproduced on the stage here, and thunderous applause came from afar.
Su Mo tugged on Huangfu Jin's sleeve, "Brother Jin, please finish your wine. Let's go there and see if their wine is better."
Huangfujin was slightly tipsy and smiled lightly. This girl obviously wanted to go see her, but she insisted on saying that she wanted to drink.
No matter what, anyway, he would listen to her if she would be with her forever.
He held her in his arms and jumped up, once again skimming the water, like a crane spreading its wings, and soon arrived at the Begonia Garden.
The two fell down without a trace, then he looked at it and simply jumped up to a big camphor tree under the stage with Su Mo.
This tree is three to four hundred years old, with a dense crown and a shed underneath. The prefect's wife and a group of ladies sat upright and watched the performance on the stage.
Su Mo found a comfortable position in Huangfujin's arms and looked at the beautiful woman on the stage, wearing a colorful feather dress and dancing a neon dress. The lights constantly changed colors and were projected on her body, and the revolving lantern changed into light and dark.
Under the stage, the prefect's wife nodded frequently, and the other ladies tried to be as calm as possible, but their hearts were turbulent.
This time, it looks like she's going to win.
"She clearly has traces of imitating Miss Shen San. Look, look..." A young lady couldn't help it anymore and shouted at the people next to her.
Someone immediately echoed her, "Yes, it's the seven consecutive rounds, but she's not as good as Miss Shen San."
"After all, I have been taught by famous teachers since I was a child, and I have outstanding qinggonggong. Naturally, I cannot be compared to such a vulgar fan." Miss Shen San's supporters immediately spoke provocatively.
Su Mo enjoyed watching the fun.
"It seems that no one can surpass Miss Shen San this year." The prefect's wife sighed, as if she was a little uninterested and not very happy.
