Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Your Majesty will twitch the corners of his mouth to show that kind of bright smile from time to time."

"That's not all. The whole day of being kind and kind seems like a different person. He didn't even show the slightest bit of impatience when it comes to the most hated His Highness Yan Ce."

Shang Ji tensed up for a moment, then broke free from the friendly embrace of her peers, clapped her hands to bring everyone's attention to her, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's all go to rest, and leave the rest to me. "

Shang Ji's volume didn't increase deliberately, she just used an ordinary easy-going tone, but this plain and watery words made the hearts of the little girlfriends return to their original positions.

As expected of Lord Shang Ji who was able to get close to that terrifying existence, the skill of nourishing Qi without being surprised by honor or disgrace is really amazing.

"Please, Lord Shang Ji..."

"Shang Ji..."

"Well, you guys go back first, I'll leave after packing up."

Shang Ji waved gently to the maids, took over the rest of their work, and asked the little sisters to remember to leave a dinner for her, and then they all kicked out of the warm pavilion.

Shang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, her completely soaked back leaned against the wall indifferently, the cold touch instantly made her restrain her strong desire.

"Phew, that lord could actually laugh, and almost peed in fright, but luckily he didn't bleed out on the spot." She stroked her chest and said thankfully.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, sweating like raindrops, and briefly repaired the bad state. Then she turned to the screen and desks in the main hall, stepped lightly over the carefully laid luxurious carpet, and raised her hand to ring the door in the innermost corner of the warm pavilion. A closed door.

Shang Ji stood still for a while, but she never saw footsteps, so she knew that the other party might still be in a depressed state of mind. The girl hesitated for a long time, and finally called softly: "Your Highness, you have not been out of the Nuan Pavilion since your return in the afternoon until dusk, King Qin she……"

In a way, she admired this boy.

Unhesitatingly challenge the rules of this era, dare to use blood to irrigate what I think in my heart, instead of seeing fate clearly, knowing what to do and what not to do like her, and I have long lost the impulse of youth.

One glance can see through myself 50 years later, this is a smart person, and occasionally misses the aggressive youth, like a stupid fool.

"Ugh……"

She knew that in her capacity, she had no right to persuade His Highness, and the royal court had already started to prepare for the adult ceremony and the marriage contract.

The love story between His Royal Highness Prince Ce and the King of Qin, which she conjured up through clues, has already reached [-] words.

As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more severe the pain.

She completely understands His Highness Gongzi Ce's reluctance to accept this reality, just as she couldn't accept the fact that she was the poor fourth generation, and her descendants will be the energetic poor fifth generation in the future, and the fact that their ancestors have been poor for generations.

but--

People will grow up eventually, and one day they will recognize the reality, and the blood of youth will eventually burn out with the clouds and smoke, and follow the figures of their parents to the unknown distance.

She clenched her fists and smiled bitterly.

Alternating day and night, watching the clouds gather and disperse in the sky, watching the fallen leaves wither, and the burial is accompanied by new life. Do you know how many springs and autumns have passed between talking and laughing?Why bother to torture yourself...

Shang Ji couldn't help feeling emotional, she knew that sometimes she had to bow to the cruel reality, so she could understand more and more that Young Master Ce's depression, resignation, and even self-destructive irritability at this moment.

Now, that young man still refuses to open the door or meet anyone.

It must be hiding in the quilt like a lone wolf licking the wound that hurts to the marrow on the body, or crying silently.

she understands.

She understands.

Young Master Ce, being human is not easy for anyone.

Stop torturing yourself like this, this—

It is meaningless after all.

Shang Ji silently waited for the boy's response, even if it was a furious reprimand, at least... At least vent it out, it won't hurt.

However, Gongzi Ce did not speak out.

Shang Ji seemed to see her former self, the self who hid under the quilt and cried on a rainy autumn night.

The girl who was supposed to be good-looking finally couldn't bear to see the same history repeat itself, so she opened the door resolutely.

"Your Highness, Young Master Ce, I think—"

There was no one in the empty room, only the window next to the Qin Palace was slightly closed, and the summer wind blew, and the two windows swayed slightly, it should be——

Unable to bear the loneliness, did you jump out of the window to find King Qin? !

Shang Ji's eyes widened, and she held her small face in her hands as if shouting, with a "Damn!!!" expression on her face.

Resisting the astonishment in his heart, he walked to the table where the letter was unfolded, and tremblingly picked up the letter, which was Gongzi Ce's characteristic dog crawling characters.

"to whom It May Concern:

I went to Qin Palace, put dinner on the table, come back to eat in the middle of the night.

Yan Ce stayed (laughs). "

Chapter 86 Mr. Lament

Twilight closed, and only the last rosy glow fell on the other side of the mountains.

The desperate wailing erupted in Wang Ting Nuan Pavilion, causing all the passing maids and guards to look sideways.

And the north of Wang Ting, one of the top points of Xianyang City, is the bedroom of King Qin.

The sound of lightly unfolding the letters echoed in the palace, and the warm candlelight of the palace lanterns shone on the floor with the slanting shadow of the shaking curtains. From time to time, a maid walked into the room softly, her expression unchanged, but the faint The sound didn't last long, and the maids who served the king instead of the adult who was busy preparing for the coming-of-age ceremony bowed down respectfully and bid farewell.