Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The door was pushed open.

Shang Ji poked her head in, holding the bucket in one hand and the cleaning tool in the other, preparing to clean up the room for the young man who always slept late and woke up late, and behaved properly in front of the King of Qin as much as possible.

Promotion and salary increase, of course, the best situation is to transfer away from Fu Xiling and work hard to collect bribes. The fate of the poor four generations and even the poor five generations will definitely be overcome with her hard work. ended.

However, the trough is over.

what did you see...

Four fresh barefoot beautiful girls.

The four degrees of exposure made her, a cold and gorgeous girl who would blush even when she saw a woman, her hands were tied, and her ankles were scratched with red marks. Was it before or after finishing?

As an all-round beauty in the royal court, Miss Shang Ji immediately planned to close the door, turn around and leave.

"Don't be dazed, come in and help me move it." The boy said

"what!?"

Shang Ji held the broom tremblingly, with "happy" written all over her face.

"Your Highness, Young Master Ce, the King of Qin is coming soon, are you going too far?"

Yan Ce glared at Miss Shang Ji angrily, "Help."

"……Yes."

As soon as the boy's words came out, Miss Shang Ji, who had been in the ruling class for more than 20 years, instinctively shrank her head and became the boy's accomplice without tears. She lifted the four little assassins to Yan Ce's room with ease, and then carefully The moment he opened the door, he saw a more mature beautiful girl curled up on the quilt of Mr. Ce.

Playing so presumptuously?

The young man didn't care about Shang Ji's strangeness, and indifferently directed Shang Ji to hide the assassins in various places in the room where people could hide. something happens.

Ten steps.

fifteen steps...

"Shang Ji is not allowed to leave this morning."

Hey hey hey -!

Shang Ji, who was about to step out of the central hall, trembled and almost fell down in fright. She turned her head to stare at the young man's serious eyes, and forced a smile, "Your Highness, I didn't see anything."

"Do you think it's still possible?"

It's over, there are no more poor five generations... from the poor fourth generation, the species will become extinct.

Shang Ji wants to cry but has no tears.

……

……

The king of Qin, who was dressed in black clothes, had an indiscernible arc drawn from the corners of his lips, and his soft black hair hung down to his waist, and was slightly lifted by the morning summer wind.

The pupils with the majesty of the emperor softened today, and she stepped on the stone steps outside the hall with her boots, and she walked to the child's warm pavilion calmly under the reverent eyes of the maids.

Not long after I moved here, I still habitually run towards her. Only recently have I restrained my bad habit of going towards her. It is really a rare experience to personally guide a cornerstone who will eventually shock Kyushu.

Very interesting.

The door opened lightly.

She saw that Shang Ji, who was about to die of fright, was holding a broom and carrying a bucket to salute in a panic, while the young man was wearing the dress she had prepared, and knelt down beside the table in the middle hall calmly, studying the slips patiently.

The curvature of the woman's lips rose slightly.

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The woman with long black hair pursed her lips and did not disturb the boy who was so calm. She walked to the bookshelf, took out a roll of bamboo slips, and waited patiently for the boy to finish his homework.

It is a good thing that this child can read some serious books patiently.

When she lowered her head, she inadvertently flicked her long hair, strands of black hair hanging down, exuding a gentle charm in her majesty.

Time goes by bit by bit, almost covering the entire royal court in the magnificent movement of piano sounds and chime bells, reaching to the extreme of the sky. The hot summer wind blows, bringing the smell of soil and puddles after the rain. .

The busy figures of the maids were reflected in the shadow of the water, and the lively atmosphere permeated every corner of the royal court.

The silence that is different from outside the Snappers seems to be isolated from another dimension of silence.

As the pen fell, it looked like a serious dog crawling.

Yan Ce sat quietly beside the table in the middle hall, not surprised by honor or disgrace, but his hands trembled a little.

Glancing at the woman from the corner of the eye, Qin Wang, who has always been diligent, seems to have taken a long-absenced vacation to take advantage of the Fusu adult ceremony, and has no intention of leaving at all.

I don't know if it's a psychological problem, but he seems to be able to hear the thumping sound of the restrained girl in the next room, and the thumping sound is getting louder and louder. If these assassin girls break free from the ropes, they may rush out and send them off.

Yan Ce gradually calmed down his tense thoughts, and looked up at the poor Shang Ji who was dragged into the water, with a sad expression of "No, no, it's about to flow out".

I wanted to show off the characteristics of my subordinates working hard, but now what the hell is——

Take jujube pills.

It's better to be a poor guy who "can be bullied as much as possible" honestly.

Although sometimes they ask for bribes to do things, people refuse to give money; although sometimes they politely refuse bribes, they just leave, and even the benefits are deducted [-]% to [-]% by Fuxi orders throughout the year.