Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Chapter 8 King Qin is very angry

Yan Ce arranged the robbery scene as soon as possible, and at the same time made a loud noise to make Fusu, who was tightly bound, mistakenly think that there were two people in the room chasing and beating.

After roughly calculating the time when the guards came over, the young man decisively rolled on the ground a few more times, making his clean and elegant dark clothes dirty.

almost.

Yan Ce raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. He cast his eyes on Fusu, threw away the coat covering the girl, and gently unbuttoned the cloth that restrained his mouth.

"Young Master Fusu, are you alright?"

Fusu's eyes were slightly red, and the tears were swirling in the corners of her eyes. She felt that the next moment was about to fall, but she held back the tears.

"No... it's fine, where's the assassin?"

"When I came in, only Mr. Fusu was left, and the assassin had already taken the opportunity to escape."

Yan Ce opened his eyes and talked nonsense. For the safety of his life, he had to be ashamed of Mr. Fu Su. Although the girl was frightened and embarrassed, after weighing it, it was better than him angering King Qin for no reason and then dying.

Fusu bit her lower lip, stubbornly straightened her body and sat on the edge of the bed and fumbled a few times, finding the only spare dark clothes left, and simply draped it over her body to block the exposed large areas of skin.

The girl looked at the "beneficiary" in front of her, raised her cheeks with difficulty, moved her lips a few times, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"It's all I should do."

Now Yan Ce felt more and more guilty, although he didn't intend to do something, but after all, the cause was his, and he could only make up for it later.

"Did you inform the guards?"

Yan Ce smiled softly: "Young master, don't worry, the guards have been notified to catch the assassin."

Fusu's grateful expression stiffened in an instant.

"Hurry up and stop the guard!"

She hurriedly grabbed Yan Ce, who was bewildered, and said in a trembling voice, "The guards will definitely report it. This kind of thing can't be known to the king! She will definitely... No, she can't be told."

Thinking of Qin Wangzheng's dignified and indifferent face, as well as his resolute decision-making methods, the girl's body trembled slightly, her face paled a little, she involuntarily squeezed the boy's arm, with a very nervous expression on her face.

"Can you help me?"

"How to help?"

"Wait for the king to come over, can you say that this is just a game, in fact, there are no assassins, just a simulated assassination scene."

Fusu blinked cutely and looked around the messy ground. Before the guards arrived, he quickly cleaned up the robbery scene that Yan Ce finally made.

"This one……"

If I had known that the script was arranged like this, I still needed to work hard.

Yan Ce rubbed his temples with a headache, and silently looked at the girl who was more nervous than the initiator.

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Ying Zheng's bedroom was as solemn and silent as before. There were several bookcases and two rows of bookshelves. The bookshelves were filled with books that had been preserved for a long time.

The nominal bedroom is not so much a pure land for the supreme ruler of Qin to rest, but it has become Ying Zheng's second office besides the court.

The weak flames on the lampstand on the side of the book table swayed silently, only a young and beautiful maid stood at Ying Zheng's left and right, her eyes were long and charming, but her eyes were like stubborn stones immersed in the depths of a water pool, steady and calm.

The maid, wearing a crown and light blue clothes, respectfully stayed beside Ying Zheng, bent over, and quietly served the monarch.

Knowing that the king was going to work all night again, she silently filled in some lamp oil to make the fire a little brighter. It was not a ridiculous luck to be able to be selected to Ying Zheng's side in Xianyang, which was full of talented people.

Ying Zheng rolled up the last scroll of bamboo slips, and said without raising his head, "The bamboo slips that they presented today have been reviewed by the widowers, and they will be published tomorrow morning."

The maid opened her eyes, bent down more humbly, and said softly, "No."

Su's hand stretched out from her cuff and moved the bamboo slips that had been reviewed like a hill to a special bookshelf with ease, and sorted them away. Although this kind of trivial thing was not her job, she still did it.

The maid bowed and said, "Your Majesty, what else is there to order?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyes and asked, "Is there any result of Yan Ce's identity investigation?"

"According to the secret report sent by Xizuo, Yan Gongzi Ce is indeed a nobleman of the Yan Kingdom, but not a royal family of Yan."

"Not from King Yan?"

Ying Zheng showed a playful smile, and there was a bit of clarity and a trace of hidden deep anger in his eyes.

King Yan wanted to keep Prince Dan, and wanted her to relax her vigilance, so he adopted a child as a hostage and sent it to Qin, and instead assassinated King Qin in the name of surrender.

It's a huge insult.

She said earnestly: "Understanding sometimes cannot be understood by the nations, the attitude of the State of Yan is already known to the widow. Provocation saves the few people having to look for a reason."

"Go and draw up a gauntlet."

Ying Zheng hooked his lips, raised a dangerous and cold arc, and said word by word: "Send troops to destroy Yan."

King Qin was really angry, and he didn't even want to write the official credentials of fighting against Yan.

The maid bent down deeply and said, "No."

She turned around and pulled out a blank piece of silk, knelt down on the bookcase under the Qin king's head, rolled up her sleeves and wrote.

Iron hooks and silver strokes are pleasing to the eye at a glance.