"Then when will you be in a good mood?" Wu Shang smiled, and waited for her to be in a good mood before giving it to her.
"You don't have to give it to me, I have nothing to give to you."
"You just gave me a comb."
"You won't send me grasshoppers again."[
"Don't you like it?" He remembered what she liked before. Did she no longer like it?
"No, you've given me one."
Wushang had some expectations in his heart, and she said no, that is, she liked it: "Didn't you throw it away?"
"Who said I threw it away?"
"Then have you burned it?" Wu Shang asked again. The last time she burned the scroll he gave her, which made him sad for a long time.
"Who said I was burned?" There was a faint black line on Yi Shuihan's forehead.
"You still keep it?" Wu Shang said in surprise, thinking she threw it away.
"It's probably still here."
After hearing this answer, Wushang reduced his joy just now by half. Is she stubbornly speaking or she doesn’t remember where to put it?
Just as Wushang thought hard, he had arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yi Shuihan immediately went to find Lan Zhiqiu: "Father, the poison on Shui Luo's body has been relieved. If you miss her, I will accompany you to see her."
"Okay, let's go the day after tomorrow and let's have a meal together." Lan Zhiqiu smiled happily, very happy in his heart. The three father and daughter have not been together for a long time.
Yi Shuihan looked at him. He was so satisfied. He was so happy to be able to have a meal together.
Recently, the Prime Minister's Mansion has been quite quiet and has no sense of crisis. Yi Shuihan is so stuffy that he is so stuffy that he is born in distress and dies from happiness. A comfortable life is not suitable for her.
In the evening, the misty person came and said he wanted her to go to Wanqing Tower to have a drink.
When Yi Shuihan heard this, she almost forgot about the character Shuimu and curled her lips evilly. The interesting Dong□□, she had not taught Shuimu a lesson.
As a result, of course she was invited.
Wanqing Tower, the highest-end flower building in the Bingcheng City, the legendary flower building in the Feminist country, but the flowers here are all men.
The yellow lanterns are hanging high and the door is open. It is the time when Wanqing Tower is lively.[
All kinds of powerful people come in and out, and they are all women.
The lobby is decorated very elegantly. Whenever a guest comes in, the servant will immediately come forward to entertain and then lead the guests upstairs or to the private room. Therefore, the lobby is not only not crowded, but also very empty.
A young servant recognized Yi Shuihan. Shuihan was a regular visitor here before, but when he saw him today, he felt that he was not like that. The Seventh Princess and the Eighth Princess were notoriously a playboy in the Ice City. They were also the Princess, as a young citizen.
They can only worship.
"The Seventh Palace is coming down, and my highness has been waiting for the Seventh Palace in the private room." The mist close servant saw Yi Shuihan and hurried forward to compliment him.
"Lead the way."
"Seventh Prince, please." The guards led Yi Shuihan to the private room on the third floor.
This private room is half as big as the lobby on the first floor, and the decoration is extremely luxurious. You can see a luxurious large bed, a bathtub and other things behind the veil.
The sound of silk and bamboo is lingering, the petals are all over the ground, the fragrance of flowers and wine is mixed together, and there are also several beautiful men, but they are just beautiful.
Water mist hugged left and right, was teasing several men and feeding each other wine, luxurious depressedness.
"Sister Qi is here, come and sit down. We two sisters haven't drunk together for a long time." Shui Wu pushed the man beside him away and asked them to entertain Yi Shuihan.
"I've seen Your Highness Seventh." Several men bowed with a smile on their faces. Their appearance was extremely beautiful, but they were too weak.