"That's a living person! He just fainted! I have a lot of money!" Yi Shuihan yelled three times in a row.
The waiter's ears hurt from being yelled at, so he quickly asked someone to carry the man to the room.
Yi Shuihan wrote Zhang Fangzi and asked the waiter to buy medicine and decoction, and paid one month's room fee in advance.
Then he wrote a note, probably to ask the person to repay the favor, and listed multiple ways to repay the favor. Choose one of them, or promise her something, or owe her a life, or pledge yourself to her, or
Finally, she picked up the person's finger and printed a red fingerprint. Her signature was "Yi Shuihan" with three dragons and phoenixes flying upside down.[
Make two copies, stuff one into the man's pocket, and keep the other in her pocket, and you're done.
Seeing that he was an extraordinary person, maybe when he was of use to her, he was a filial son and would never be too bad, so she believed that he would not be as scoundrel as her, doing things like defaulting on debts.
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Yi Shuihan explained some things to the waiter and gave him a large tip before leaving the inn.
It was already past nine o'clock in the morning. Yi Shuihan yawned again and again. She returned to the No. 1 Scholar's Mansion and fell asleep.
After sleeping for a while, she was woken up by Ling Yiran and the knock on the door. She felt that the wooden door was about to fall apart.
"Stop arguing!" Yi Shuihan shouted, lifting the quilt and getting up to freshen up.
Ling Yiran was a little embarrassed, but Yi Shuihan was the first person who dared to yell at him.
With a click, the door suddenly opened, revealing Yi Shuihan's gloomy face.
"What do you want from me?" Yi Shuihan's tone was not very good.
"Where are you going this morning?" Ling Yiran asked immediately. Every morning he came to see Yi Shuihan and went to the morning court with him, but this morning he searched the entire Zhuangyuan Mansion and found no one.
"Practice." Yi Shuihan picked it up at his fingertips and didn't even need to make a draft.
"Practice? Why do you suddenly want to practice?" Ling Yiran was dubious.
"I want to surpass you, okay?"
"Well, I'm looking forward to it." Ling Yiran smiled.
"Then what do you want to see me for?" She wanted to go back to sleep, she was very tired.
"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Ling Yiran asked back. She has been a little nervous recently, so it would be a good choice to come to Yi Shuihan to relax.
"Are you looking for a slap?" Yi Shuihan said fiercely.
"Okay, why don't we have a fight."
"Crazy!" Yi Shuihan glared at Ling Yiran, left the room and walked towards the hall.[
"What is neurosis?" Ling Yiran asked. Sometimes he really couldn't understand what Yi Shuihan meant.
"It means you have a mental problem!" Yi Shuihan didn't even look back.
Ling Yiran saw that the No. 1 Scholar's Palace was empty, and suddenly felt that it was nice to have no one around. It was very quiet, not the kind of silence without sound, but the tranquility of an open space. It seemed that he wanted to reduce the number of servants in the palace.
Yi Shuihan saw that the boxes in the yard were still there. Before, she was worried about where to get the betrothal gifts, but now these boxes could finally be put to good use.
"Yiran, are you free today?"
"What do you want to do?" Ling Yiran looked at Yi Shuihan. With such a good tone and that harmless expression, no one could bear to refuse the answer, but he knew very well that the harder Yi Shuihan's tone became.
Well, the brighter the smile, the more unacceptable what is about to happen. Fortunately, Yi Shuihan didn't smile, so it shouldn't be too embarrassing.