That night, Haitang thought about it and couldn't sleep, so she decided to ask Yu Qianqian for advice.
Xiyu was still awake, looking at the candlelight in trance, thinking, will Tenglan come tomorrow?
Haitang knocked on the door gently and asked: "Miss Qianqian, are you asleep? I am Haitang, can I come in?"
Xiyu opened the door and said, "It's so late, what can I do?"
Haitang knelt down to Xiyu and said, "Miss Qianqian, please teach me how to attract guests..."
Xiyu quickly helped Haitang up and said, "Come in and talk."
Haitang came into the room and wanted to kneel down to Xiyu, but Xiyu stepped forward and said, "If you treat me as a friend, don't continue to kneel down to me."
Haitang could only find a place to sit on the ground and talked about his life experience lightly, while Xiyu listened quietly.
"Even if you don't say it, I will make you famous, because I won't stay here for a long time."
Haitang asked in surprise: "How could it be? Will mom let you go?"
Xiyu looked at Haitang indifferently. No matter how much she wanted to stay here, Ling Yifeng would send someone here sooner or later. Because her current identity was that of Princess Dingguo of the dynasty, Ling Yifeng's favorite apple.
"Haha, I am free. I can come whenever I want. I can leave whenever I want."
Seeing that Xiyu stopped talking, Haitang did not continue to ask questions. Instead, Xiyu said calmly: "Can you do me a favor?"
"Well, you said, as long as I can do it."
"You can definitely do it, and you can do it better."
Xiyu whispered in Haitang's ear for a while, and Haitang just nodded her head. Xiyu is really a talented woman, and staying in this small Peony Pavilion is really a waste of talent.
She was transferred to the Peony Pavilion by Rose Pavilion's mother to support the show. Unexpectedly, there was already a beautiful woman here. It was impossible to go back. If she wanted to stay here, she could only work harder.
So, Haitang listened to Xiyu and arranged different programs every day, divided into three shows: morning, middle and evening. In the first few days, everyone was wondering how to adapt to the days without Yu Qianqian, and they all gave money to the old madam.
When they met Yu Qianqian, of course the madam put all the money in his pocket, and then said awkwardly that Yu Qianqian had recently gone to perform somewhere else and would not be back until half a month later.
In the past half month, Jiang Mingwei didn't go to the Peony Pavilion again. Every day, he lay lazily on the table like a cat that hadn't woken up. Teng Lan wanted to invite him to go horse riding, but he just replied: "I'm not in the mood."
Teng Lan looked at Jiang Mingwei amusedly: "Hey, isn't it just half a month? It will pass soon."
Jiang Mingwei said lazily: "You don't know what it feels like to live like a year. Your spring has passed by countless waves, but mine has just begun."
Teng Lan hit Jiang Mingwei on the head hard. This guy talked nonsense when he had nothing to do.
"You, don't just think about women all the time. If you want to find a woman, you have to find a good girl who is clean and innocent. It's better to go to Peony Pavilion less often in the future."
Jiang Mingwei said with an unhappy look on his face: "Okay, just say sarcastic things. Qian Yatou, you're not from a brothel."
"But she's not that kind of woman."
Jiang Mingwei retorted: "Yu Qianqian is not that kind of unbearable woman. She sells her art but not her body."