Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She opened her eyes and solemnly said:

"—The king expects someone to end the horrible reincarnation of forgetting the sacrifices of their fathers in the prosperity and comfort, and gradually rotting into luxurious and lustful nobles."

"This is the trust that the king gave you, almost unreserved trust."

She wanted to rub the top of the boy's head, but just as she was about to reach out, she noticed His Royal Highness Fusu's slight squinting of his eyes, and her fingers stopped in mid-air, and she slowly retracted.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually receded, and the long wind that foreshadowed the torrential rain whizzed past, blowing and wrinkling the soft and long hair of young girls and girls, and the hair was floating, accompanied by the swaying shadows of branches and treetops.

Looking forward to your future.

The entrustment of heavy fate seems absurd and uninhibited, but it seems so reasonable when the lingering sound of the narration falls. The so-called change will always rely on one person or a few people to wake up a sleeping era.

Enter the court, and climb to the peak that tens of thousands of people look up to in the most chic and handsome way.

She asked the question directly for the second time, waiting for the boy's answer.

"Is Your Highness going to take charge of the atrium? Si is willing to lead the way for His Highness..."

Pave the ladder for you to the top.

Such a voice also echoed in Fusu's ears, she nervously grasped the dependable young man's arm, unconsciously exerting a little more force.

Qin Wangzheng is lonely, guarding the legacy left by the former emperor alone, even though he occasionally makes some harmless mistakes.

Flowing the most noble blood in this world, bearing all the injustices in the world, what does the accidental appearance of a young man mean, is it a companion who shares the weight, or...

The girl was thinking, watching Yan Ce's expression changes from the corner of her eyes.

The boy was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I refuse."

"I will not accept any Qin Chen's request to step into the court and take charge of the atrium, and I will not become the sword of the courtiers to check and balance the king. I will do my best to protect it silently behind the scenes."

By the way, they are secretly solving potential piglets.

The voice was decisive, without any hesitation.

"Because I also entrust my trust unreservedly to... well..."

He paused for a while, considering various neutral and fair modifier prefixes.

In the shade of the royal court belonging to that king, at the moment when the rain is about to fall.

The confident voice echoed in the royal court that was gradually dimmed by the cloud.

"The trust is entrusted to that cruel, arbitrary...cute woman."

Full of youthful spirit belonging to this age.

When you are a teenager, it is the privilege of teenagers and girls to go their own way in order to pursue the goal.

Entrusting trust to a king who is doomed to be lonely, from the standpoint of a young man, this is an extremely irrational behavior. Sensibility surpasses reason, Your Highness Ce... what should I say?

This sensible and stupid childish statement?

Miss Tingwei was slightly taken aback, her expression became a little complicated.

Not only because of the boy's clear and decisive refusal——

Also because of the girl not far away's smile that was so stiff that she was about to cry, and the girl's heart that was about to collapse into a piece of scum because she didn't mention Fusu at all.

Chapter 95 The Attitude of King Qin

The heat of midsummer melted into fine raindrops, and the visible sky was overturned by torrential rain, and the end of the sky was submerged in the dense summer rain curtain.

Time passes, life and death intertwine,

And in the corner of the solemn royal court, under the gazebo, a woman sitting on a stone bench in a fine attire, sips tea, and the maids on both sides hold their breath and dare not slack off. They moved away from their bodies, and moved to the vague place where the ancestors slept under the rain curtain, overlooking the hazy foothills, like a dream.

The rain falls in midsummer, and the prime minister Wang Hui, who is the head of civil servants, and the supreme king of Qin heard it together.

Ying Zheng turned his head, with a hint of doubt on his face, "It's been a long time since the prime minister came to speak to the widows in person under the court."

Indeed, after the prime minister publicly opposed the establishment of Fusu as the heir apparent of the Qin State many years ago, he almost never saw this mellow man come to seek advice from the Qin king in private. Obviously, in the eyes of the prime minister, Fu Su His Royal Highness Su is far inferior to the Ying clan of the same age.

And Qin Wangzheng's rare domineering dictatorship made him feel the king's deep love for His Royal Highness Fusu at that time, but personal feelings belong to personal feelings, and state affairs are state affairs.

If Qin Wangzheng asked the prime minister for His Highness Fusu's opinion, he would still tell the king in the most straightforward words that he didn't like this young princess.

The current king of Qin ascended the throne in a life-and-death crisis when he was young, and now His Royal Highness Fusu is 15 years old and has not participated in the decision-making of state affairs. Fusu had no political talent, and Wang Hui didn't know much about it.

But it’s not like he’s never seen that young girl who is the crown prince. She struggled to raise her sword, blushed and panted after two steps, and became confused after staring at a serious book for a while.

Just such a spoiled girl is the emperor whom the courtiers will pledge allegiance to in the future...

You say that despair is not despair, and that it is a miracle not to let the powerful officials be completely empty. To be reasonable, such a weak emperor will not be able to restrain his inflated desire even if he has a little bit of treason.

Thinking about it from a nasty point of view, it is a question of whether the prince can persist in pregnancy until the heir is born, and the possibility of dystocia is close to [-]%.

In the eyes of the courtiers, the only advantages of Mr. Fu Su are that he can eat and sleep, and Fu Su is a useless puppet at all.

Wang Hui leaned down and said modestly: "Your Majesty is a wise man, so naturally you don't need to let your ministers advise you."

She smiled faintly, looking at the grand scene of the drizzle in the distant sky, noncommittal.

Sighing slightly, this Confucian scholar who has served as the prime minister for many years does not know where to start to start the topic.

After hearing about a certain decision made by the king, he decided to come to ask the king what he thought. Because it was the first time he heard the rumor that His Royal Highness Fusu really wanted to follow the contract and get engaged to Yan, his expression was slightly abnormal.