Female Zun's crimson beautiful man

Chapter 873 Embracing the Peach Blossom 08
"Okay, I'll wait for you, within ten days." Ling Yiran made the announcement, he just gave her time to think, if she wanted to hold a wedding, as long as she said it, it could be done tomorrow.

"Well, it's getting late, I'll go back to rest first." Within ten days... I will give you an answer.

"Wait." Ling Yiran called her to stop.

"What else is there?" Yi Shuihan glanced at him.

"You just said how I got here when I first came here. 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 somewhat unnaturally.

Yi Shuihan looked around, the night was quiet and the scenery was beautiful, so he smiled and said, "Okay."

But Yi Shuihan's thinking was wrong, and the two of them left Xiangwang's mansion together and wandered on the streets of Bingcheng.

Yi Shuihan regretted it too much. She hated shopping for such a thankless thing. Fortunately, there was no one on the street.

It wasn't until dawn that the two returned to the Bauhinia Tower and fell asleep together.

……

At noon the next day, Yi Shuihan wrote a picture himself, and then sent someone to make it for a shop to make a door plaque.

The next morning, the apprentice who made the door plaque brought the door plaque. Yi Shuihan rewarded the apprentice with a lot of money, and the apprentice happily went back to do business, thinking in his heart: Prince Xiang's mansion is really generous, and His Royal Highness has no airs at all. .

The three big characters of flamboyant and phoenix dancing are sharp, sonorous and powerful, yet hearty, elegant and free and easy.

This is Yi Shuihan's handwriting.

She was quite satisfied with her masterpiece, and then asked someone to replace the door plaque of the Bauhinia Tower with her masterpiece.

The servants of the guards in the mansion saw the new door plaque, it was very impressive, but those three words?

Ling Yiran listened to the servant's announcement that a new door plaque had been replaced, so he went out to have a look full of anticipation and joy.

But when he saw it, his face turned black, Yi Shuihan!You are dead!
Rabbit house?A sixteen or seventeen-year-old handsome waiter next to him took a look at Ling Yiran and ran away in fright.

As everyone knows, this door plaque has never been changed again.

The days flowed unhurriedly, and a week passed without incident.

Rong Yun and Qian Nuo got along relatively well, and sometimes they would discuss martial arts and chess. Rong Yun is a person who knows how to taste tea, while Qian Nuo is a person who knows how to taste wine.

Rong Yun doesn't drink, but thinking of Yi Shuihan's love of wine, he asked Qian Nuo for advice.

Mo Ningxun and Ling Yiran were rivals on the battlefield, and neither of them gave the other a good look.

Until one time, Ling Yiran said angrily: "You used to carry 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 only moderated slightly.

When Yi Shuihan was bored, the person from Shuiwu came to invite her to meet at Wanqinglou in the evening.

When Yi Shuihan heard this, he immediately agreed, and almost forgot that Shui Wu was such a character. Here comes something interesting.

Yi Shuihan disappeared during dinner, Lan Zhiqiu asked the waiter.

The waiter's eyes flickered, and he said falteringly: "Your Highness, let's go out for a while, don't wait for His Highness to have dinner."

Lan Zhiqiu was suspicious, and asked again: "Did you say where to go?"

The waiter was a little flustered, and shook his head: "Your Highness didn't explain." He also only listened to the people of the Eighth Highness, and His Highness did not say anything.

Wushang and the others saw heresy, so they quickly finished the dinner, otherwise they would suffer from indigestion.

"I met Zhengjun..." This little servant was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and under the powerful aura of the six people, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak fluently.

"Stop talking nonsense, where is your Highness going?" Mo Ningxun's tall body exuded a gloomy and cold aura, condescending, with a wicked smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)