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  These people seem to have changed people, their skin looks fair and delicate, their eyes are bright and kind, and their waists are slung when they walk, graceful and graceful.

   "Yes, you bought it." Yang Lan\'er nodded, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Are you surprised by her beauty?"

  These five girls, Su Yongyuan, asked them to follow the Yun character generation and name them Qinqi, calligraphy, painting and poetry, which sounds pretty good.

  Su Yongyuan nodded blankly: "It\'s amazing!"

   "Come on, the girls went up to see your master." Yang Lan\'er sat down calmly, resting her chin on one hand and looking at the beauties, it was really pleasing to the eye.

  She has put a lot of effort into their faces, first cleaning, then applying, and moisturizing. Finally, they are quite white and tender, but to achieve the current effect, they still rely on makeup.

   "Servant Yunqin"

   "Slave Maid Yunqi"

   "Slave Maid Cloud Book"

   "Slave Maid Cloud Painting"

   "Slave Maid Cloud Poetry"

   "I have met Mr. Su, and I have admired Mr. Su\'s name for a long time. When I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation."

  The five girls watched Su Yongyuan mischievously blinking and covering their mouths and laughing.

   Tan Anjun gave him a sideways glance, feeling that he was a little embarrassed, turned his head and flicked his little wife\'s forehead, "Naughty."

  Yang Lan\'er covered her forehead, blinked her big almond eyes, and smiled.

  Su Yongyuan held his chest and exaggeratedly said: "Okay, little sister-in-law, just now they gave me a wink, which made my heart and soul! I can\'t stop trembling! My mind is drunk!"

  Yang Lan\'er has black lines all over her head, you\'re still panting when you say you\'re fat!

   "Okay, it\'s almost time, let\'s go outside to set off firecrackers and unveil the plaque." Tan Anjun stood up.

  With the sound of firecrackers, the plaque covered by red silk slowly reveals the true face of Lushan Mountain.

   "Xingyun Tea House"

   "I\'m bored with nothing to do today, let\'s go in and have a sit."

   "Okay, let\'s go in and sit down and see what delicious refreshments are available."

   "The newly opened teahouse, everyone has nothing to eat at this time, so how can they have spare money to drink teahouse." A passerby wearing a coarse cloth jacket dissatisfied.

   "Just because you don\'t have money doesn\'t mean other people don\'t have money to consume. There are countless rich people in the county." His companion disagreed.

  Listening to the discussions of the onlookers, Su Yongyuan stepped forward and stood on the steps of the gate. Today he decided to preside over the opening in person.

"Everyone listen to me quietly, I am the owner of the teahouse, Xingyun Teahouse is the first one I opened in this county, what is the difference between Xingyun Teahouse and other teahouses, Su Mou is not here to waste time, everyone can sit in it later Sit down."

   After finishing speaking, looking at Su Yongqing in the crowd, he nodded to him, raised his hands and clapped hard a few times.

  Everyone was wondering why the owner of the teahouse didn\'t invite them in, but clapped their hands instead?

   Applause fell.

   After a while.

   Two middle-aged men stepped out slowly from the gate, and then five beautiful women with various musical instruments stood on both sides of the gate.

   "These are the actors of our Xingyun Teahouse. From now on, everyone can listen to the music while drinking tea. To congratulate the opening of the teahouse, they will perform the first program of the opening of the Xingyun Teahouse for everyone." Su Yongyuan nodded to them after finishing speaking.

  The audience was stunned!

   Can you still do this?

  Yang Laner saw them looking at her, smiled and nodded to them. They were about to sing the "Lanterns and Colors" she taught.

   This song was specially prepared by Yang Lan\'er for the opening. Fortunately, the storytellers Shen Ye and Ding Cheng have good qualifications. Besides, those who can work in this industry are incompetent.

  The five girls looked at each other, and the musical instrument started to play.

  Ding Cheng\'s suona also played cheerfully.

  The five girls floated with clear and cheerful noise: "The singing is loud and intoxicating.

  The red lanterns are flying

   The jubilant wind blows

  Blow out the taste of happiness

  …”

  The tenor voices of Ding Cheng and Shenye: "I whipped the horse

   Never tired of carrying a good harvest

  Drink a sip of sweet water

  Sing a song about the beauty of my hometown

  …”

  (end of this chapter)