"Then when will you be in a good mood?" Wushang smiled, and then he would give it to her when she was in a good mood.
"You don't have to give it to me. I have nothing to give you."
"You just gave me a comb."
"You won't give me grasshoppers again."[
"Don't you like it?" He remembered what she liked before. Could it be that she didn't like it anymore?
"No, you already gave me one."
Wu Shang had some expectations in her heart, but she said no, which meant she liked it: "Didn't you throw it away?"
"Who said I threw it away?"
"Then did you burn it?" Wushang asked again. The last time she burned the scroll he gave her, it made him sad for a long time.
"Who said I had a fever?" There was a faint black line on Yi Shuihan's forehead.
"You still keep it?" Wushang said in surprise, he thought she had thrown it away.
"Probably still there."
After hearing this answer, Wu Shang's joy was reduced by half. Was it because she was being stubborn or because she didn't remember where to put it?
While Wu Shang was thinking hard, he had already arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yi Shuihan immediately went to Lan Zhiqiu: "Father, the poison in Shuiluo's body has been cured. If you miss her, I will accompany you to see her."
"Okay, let's go the day after tomorrow and let's have dinner together." Lan Zhiqiu smiled happily, feeling very happy in his heart. The three father and daughter had not been together for a long time.
Yi Shuihan looked at him, he was so easily satisfied, he was so happy just to have a meal together.
The Prime Minister's Mansion has been quite quiet recently, with no sense of crisis, but Yi Shuihan is feeling bored. The so-called "born from sorrow and died of happiness", a life of comfort is not suitable for her.
In the evening, Shuiwu's people came and said they wanted to invite her to Wanqinglou for a drink.
When Yi Shuihan heard this, she almost forgot about Shui Wu and curled her lips evilly. What's interesting is that she hasn't taught Shui Wu a lesson yet.
As a result, of course she accepted the invitation.
Wanqing Tower is the most high-end flower tower in Bingcheng. It is the legendary flower tower of a feminist country, but the flowers here are all for men.
Yellow lanterns are hung high and the door is open. This is the time when Wanqing Tower is bustling.[
All kinds of powerful people came in and out, and they were all women.
The lobby is very elegantly decorated. As soon as a guest comes in, the waiter will immediately come forward to greet the guest, and then lead the guest upstairs or to a private room, so the lobby is not only not crowded, but also very spacious.
A waiter recognized Yi Shuihan. Shuihan used to be a frequent visitor here, but when he saw it today, he felt that it was different. The seventh and eighth princesses were notorious playboys in Bingcheng, and they were also princesses. As ordinary people,
They can only worship.
"The Seventh Prince is here. My Highness has been waiting for His Majesty the Seventh Prince in the private room for a long time." When Shui Wu's attendant saw Yi Shuihan, he quickly stepped forward to compliment him.
"Lead the way."
"Your Majesty Seventh, please." The guard led Yi Shuihan to the private room on the third floor.
This private room is half the size of the lobby on the first floor, and is extremely luxuriously decorated. You can faintly see a luxurious bed, bathtub, etc. behind the screen.
The sound of silk and bamboo lingered, the ground was covered with petals, the fragrance of flowers and wine was mixed together, and there were several very beautiful men, but they were just beautiful.
Shuiwu hugged each other, joking with several men, feeding each other wine, looking luxurious and decadent.
"Seventh sister is here, come and sit down quickly. We two sisters haven't had a drink together for a long time." Shui Wu pushed away the men around him and asked them to entertain Yi Shuihan.
"I've met His Highness Seventh Prince." Several men saluted with smiles on their faces. Their faces were extremely beautiful, but they were also too weak.