Chapter 12 Someone Snatched A Beauty from Her!

After hearing her applause, the crowd woke up like a dream and clapped loudly.

Although the scene looked very lively, Su Mianyue knew very well that the tone of miss Bingshuang's voice just now was the man's favorite.

After all the twelve hairpins finished performing, the old madam pouted her buttocks and twisted her hips as she walked onto the stage, "Gentlemen, what do you think of our girls just now?"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" A man in brocade with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said in a shrill voice. He sat alone at a table surrounded by three or four beautiful women, but he still looked at the stage in a daze and shouted, "I want that Bingshuang girl!"

"Oh, I thought it was someone with such a loud voice. So it was young master wang." A white-haired old man looked at young master wang with disdain. "I don't think you can even meet miss Bingshuang with those two copper coins in your house. I think it's better to get rid of this idea as soon as possible."

Young master wang was despised by the old man, and he was very unhappy. He sneered, "Wu yuanwei, you are indeed rich, but you are not old enough! Don't spend your money and be powerless." When young master wang said this, everyone laughed.

Wu yuanwei did not share his common sense. He whispered a few words to the servant beside him and looked at master wang with a determined smile.

The old madam looked down at the stage and the atmosphere was warm and happy. "Gentlemen, don't be hasty. Everyone knows the rules of our Yihong Whorehouse. Ten taels of silver and one golden flower. Whoever you like, please send more gold flowers to our girls. The girl with the most gold flowers is tonight's flower leader. The one with the highest number of votes per girl will be that girl's guest of honor tonight. Everyone seize this opportunity!"

As soon as the old lady's voice fell, she saw a newspaperman looking at the list in his hand and shouting, "Young master wang, ten golden flowers for miss Bingshuang."

"Master jiang, seven golden flowers for miss Xuezhu."

"Fifty gold flowers from wu yuan to miss Bingshuang." As soon as the newspaperman finished reading, there was an uproar below the stage. Fifty gold flowers and five hundred taels of silver.

"Mr. Wu, if you spend so much, you'll be out of luck by then," young master wang teased.

Wu yuanwei smiled slowly, "Young master wang is worrying too much. I don't have much, but I have a lot of money."

The newspaperman kept reporting the golden flowers. On a large white cloth, the names of the twelve girls were written, and the number of golden flowers was below. From a distance, Bingshuang and Xuezhu were far ahead of the other girls.

Su Mianyue elbowed Biwu, "Bi, do you want to hear music or watch sword dancing?"

Biwu curled his lips and said, "I'm tired of listening to the music. Sword dancing is surprisingly tight."

Su Mianyue smiled, "Okay, I will spend a lot of money to make our Bi happy."

She beckoned the servant beside her and handed over a silver ticket.

The servant trotted down the stairs. The flower man looked at it and his face was as red as chicken blood, "Childe Su threw five hundred gold flowers to miss Xuezhu."

When the newspaperman finished reading, the whole hall was in an uproar.

Five hundred! Five thousand taels! Who is this Childe Su?

A lot of people looked at the second floor, only the officials on the second floor could spend so much money.

"Young master, you really want to!" Biwu stomped his foot, his heart aching.

"Not to make you happy. I'm buying you a smile," Su Mianyue said with a smile.

Biwu didn't believe it, "If you want to make your servant happy, it's the same for you to lose more when you fight the landlord."

Su Mianyue shook his head, "No way! The casino has no master and servant. You said that yourself."

Biwu wanted to cry but could she take it back?

The newspaperman sang all the way, and half of the white cloth was written in an instant.

"Childe Bai threw five hundred gold flowers at miss Xuezhu," the newspaperman shouted.

The hall was once again boiling with another 500 flowers!

"Childe Bai?" Su Mianyue wasn't happy. Someone was trying to steal a beauty from her!

She said darkly to the boy beside her, "Who's that Childe Bai?"

The footboy was in a difficult position and said, "Well, the little one doesn't know. The rules of the Yihong Whorehouse, the situation of the guests can't be messed up..." Before the servant could finish, Su Mianyue took out a silver ingot and shook it in front of his eyes.

The footboy looked at it and snatched the silver. He did not know what the moral principles were, "Childe Bai is the most famous moon and wind traveler on this street. He is rich and can rival the country. He spends money like dirt. The girls he likes are all one in a million beautiful women, and the white man looks pretty... Of course, not as good as Childe Su you!"

The charm of the silver was limitless, and the second year didn't forget to flatter him at this time. Then he added, "And Childe Bai was the first man in Shangjing City for several years in a row!"

Su Mianyue sneered, "This kind of prodigal son is not a good bird at first sight. Miss Xuezhu is a pure and clean person, how can she let such a prodigal son win the lottery! No, no! This young master can't let him succeed!"

As he spoke, he took out another silver ticket from his arms. "Go, this young master must have that Xuezhu tonight!"