"Okay, I'll wait for you, within ten days." Ling Yiran made the announcement. He just gave her time to think about it. If she wanted to hold a wedding, she could just say it and it could be done tomorrow.
"Well, it's getting late, I'll go back and rest first." I'll give you an answer within ten days...
"Wait a minute." Ling Yiran called her.
"Is there anything else?" Yi Shuihan glanced at him.
"You just told me how I came here for the first time. I'm not very familiar with this place and I'm not used to the climate. Should you accompany me?" Ling Yiran walked up to her and said a little unnaturally.[
Yi Shuihan looked around at the quiet night and beautiful scenery, so he smiled and said: "Okay."
But Yi Shuihan thought wrong, and the two of them left the Prime Minister's Mansion together and wandered on Bingcheng Street.
Yi Shuihan regretted it too much. She hated shopping, a thankless task like this. Fortunately, there was no one on the street.
It wasn't until almost dawn that the two returned to Bauhinia Tower and fell asleep together.
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At noon the next day, Yi Shuihan wrote a calligraphy himself, and then sent someone to use it to make a door plaque for the shop.
The next morning, the apprentice who made the door plaque delivered the door plaque. Yi Shuihan rewarded the apprentice with a lot of money. The apprentice happily went back to pay the errand, thinking to himself: The Prime Minister's Palace is really generous, and this princess has no airs at all.
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The three characters of "dragon flying and phoenix dancing" are sharp, sonorous and powerful, yet hearty, elegant and free.
This is exactly Yi Shuihan's handwriting.
She was quite satisfied with her masterpiece, and then had the door plaque of Bauhinia Tower replaced with her masterpiece.
The guards and servants in the mansion saw the new door plaque. It looked so impressive, but those three words?
Ling Yiran heard the servant come to announce that a new door plaque had been replaced, so he went out to see it with great anticipation and joy.
But as soon as he looked at it, his face turned dark, Yi Shuihan! You are dead!
A handsome waiter of sixteen or seventeen years old next to Rabbit House glanced at Ling Yiran and ran away secretly in fright.
As everyone knows, this door plaque has never been replaced.
The days flowed slowly and unhurriedly, and a week passed peacefully.
Rong Zhi and Qian Nuo got along well with each other, and sometimes competed in martial arts and chess. Rong Zhi was the one who knew how to taste tea, while Qian Nuo was the one who knew how to taste wine.
Rong Zhi didn't drink, but he thought that Yi Shuihan loved wine, so he asked Qian Nuo for advice.
Mo Ningxun and Ling Yiran were once sworn enemies on the battlefield, and neither one gave the other a good look.[
Until one time, Ling Yiran said angrily: "You once carried your Xiyue Kingdom, and I carried my Beiming Kingdom. It is not my wish to participate in the war!"
Since then, the tit-for-tat has subsided slightly.
When Yi Shuihan was bored, Shuiwu's people came to invite her to a gathering at Wanqing Tower in the evening.
When Yi Shuihan heard this, he immediately agreed, almost forgetting that Shui Wu was such an interesting person.
Yi Shuihan disappeared during dinner, so Lan Zhiqiu asked the waiter.
The waiter's eyes flickered and hesitantly said: "His Highness said he would go out for a while, so there is no need to wait for His Highness to have dinner."
Lan Zhiqiu was suspicious and asked again: "Did you say where you were going?"
The waiter was a little flustered and shook his head: "Your Highness did not tell me." He only listened to the words of the Eighth Highness, who indeed did not say anything.
Wu Shang and others saw the heresy and finished the dinner quickly, otherwise they would suffer from indigestion.
"I've met Zhengjun..." This little waiter was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Under the strong momentum of the six people, he was so frightened that he could not even speak.
"No need to talk nonsense, where are you going, Your Highness?" Mo Ningxun's tall body exuded a cold aura, condescendingly, with an evil smile on his lips.