Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Thinking about it this way, why do I feel like a management class who is not high enough or low enough to live like a donkey.

Besides, Your Highness Ce, don’t you have that kind of intimate physical relationship with the King of Qin? Every time you wash the dirty clothes of the King of Qin, you are terrified, and the relationship that you sleep together at night, you insist on pulling my head? Use a little donkey.

Deputy Shang Ji does not have the privilege of being forgiven by the King of Qin for her reckless actions like Young Master Ce's. As long as she makes a mistake, she will be dead.

"..."

The moment Miss Shang Ji was swept by Yan Ce's gaze, her body was shaking non-stop, her eyes filled with tears, if she hadn't been leaning against the wall, she might have collapsed on the ground and couldn't help crying, now she is holding her with both hands. The broom, struggling to support his body, is always ready to help the young man fool the Lord of Qin Ting away.

After calming down, Yan Ce put down his pen, and if he dragged on, even if his sister Zheng's life was not in danger, his life would be in danger. Thinking about the woman's eyes looking at garbage, mum... it seems that she still has the admiration to excite the poor man.

The young man smiled brightly, "Your Majesty, don't you need to go and see Young Master Fusu? Didn't you often say that she is looking forward to this coming-of-age ceremony?"

King Qin handed the letter to Shang Ji who was trembling aside, walked to the window, and looked down at the busy people with some perplexity.

After a long silence, she said calmly: "The child Fusu's mood towards the widow is not so much anticipation, but fear and respect. If the widow arrives earlier, the royal court will definitely return to a heavy and solemn appearance. "

"The coming-of-age ceremony is lifeless, like a ceremony to pay homage to the dead."

She hooked her lips and sighed: "After all, the excitement that should have been lost."

The hustle and bustle of maids gradually drifted away, and the midsummer wind blowing into the middle hall of the warm pavilion accompanied by the sunlight leaking through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

There was a hazy look of remembrance in his eyes, and when he lowered his head, the gentleness of being an elder flashed past.

Speaking of Fusu, the woman only felt that she was not suitable to be an educator, shook her head, and sighed: "Fusu is used to being cautious and careful about the faces of widows. From a child to an independent person, one always needs to have independent thoughts. It doesn't look like a single opinion."

"A monarch's iron-blooded wrists to control his subjects and return to the royal power, and the overbearing and bravery of leading thousands of troops to break through the enemy's country. Only when they have at least one of the two can they be called successful, and if they have both, they can be called a wise master. Su she...is still too reluctant, she hasn't even reached the bottom line."

"The widow doesn't need her to win the championship, nor does she need to be a copy of the widow, bearing the hatred from the royal family of Kyushu. This is the hatred of my generation. At the last moment of my life, I will combine the hatred of this generation and the previous generation with Bring hatred into the mausoleum. It is enough for Su Neng and the trustworthy cornerstone of Dingguo to firmly protect this foundation."

She turned her head to look at the inexplicably nervous young man, and sighed: "Explore the frontier, expand the land, be unparalleled in both vertical and horizontal directions, continue the heroic epic of the Qin emperors of the past, the ignorant children who grew up in the prosperous age by the next generation, are oppressed because of inheriting the fame of their parents The breathless children are going to sweep away the scourge of the barbarians, leaving only their traces in the nameless state farther than Kyushu—”

She paused, recalling the vague shadow outside the letter.

From the beginning of Qin Wangzheng, it was the seventh generation of Qin from weak to strong.

In a flash, she grew up, and even Fusu grew up. The heroes of the older generation have not yet died in battle, and the older generation's straight spine barely supports the sky above their heads.

But she is really not very optimistic about the new generation of children who have not yet grown up.

Finally sighed.

"This kind of thing, the widow has long since not expected."

"It's enough to keep the widow's inheritance when Fusu ascends the throne."

After all, she still couldn't put her confidence in the faint possibility of Fusu's inspirational rise, even with the addition of the young man who gradually became different.

Noticing that Shang Ji and the young man in the middle hall were frowning, the topic seemed to have changed from lightheartedness to serious family and country affairs, King Qin softened his serious expression slightly.

"lets change a topic."

The woman smiled and said: "The widow will stay in the Nuan Pavilion for a while longer, so as to save those internal servants with rigid ideas from looking for the widow to watch the ceremony now. If you want to find Fusu, go ahead."

The slightly hoarse mature voice hit the young man's heart in an instant, and Yan Ce subconsciously wanted to agree to Wang's words, but just as he was about to nod his head, he glanced at Shang Ji who was trembling in the corner, and then looked at the closed door next door , shook his head firmly.

If you leave, something big will happen, and you will die out of nowhere, which is a bit pitiful.

The most important thing is that he doesn't want anyone around him to have an accident except for Miss Lingshi. As for that Miss Lingshi, her force value is almost reaching the ceiling of Xianyang.

Even though he didn't like that Ling Shi, he still had to admit that if she was by King Qin's side, it would be very difficult to come up with an accident.

"If you don't go, I will never go."

The boy said so.

If you want to go, let's go together.

Staring at Yan Ce's unwavering black pupils, Ying Zheng understood it as an invitation, what a bold boy.

The woman couldn't help feeling a little desire to tease the boy, but she finally sensed something was wrong.

For example, Yan Ce's pretended calmness can be understood as a cover-up of shyness, but the flash of panic when he meets her eyes is intriguing.

Holding her chin with white jade-like fingers, she ignored Shang Ji in the corner and walked to the table. The hem of her pure black black robe fell to the ground, she sat with her long legs crossed, and said with a faint smile:

"Ce, then stay longer with me."

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Ying Zheng didn't appreciate the boy's stiff face, and stretched out his arms to take out a roll of letters to pass the time. She didn't need to interrogate or delve into it. Since the boy wanted to leave together in an awkward way, the solution was simple.

Wait for the answer to emerge automatically.

She has read every volume of the slips on the bookshelf, commenting on every word and sentence.

Although the contents are all boring and boring, this volume of slips is different. It abandons the fake and empty mirrors, and the length is not short. Example throughout.

There was not too much dust on the slips, it should be that the servants had cleaned them last time and had never been touched.

Put it in the most conspicuous position, within reach.

If you want to learn something patiently, even if you don’t like the contents of the slips, you should only find out after opening them. It’s a human habit to choose the one that suits your eyes first. Most people have this habit. Take the easy one first. Got it.

Judging from the traces that he had never opened it, the kid Yan Ce hadn't flipped through the books much, but the moment Ying Zheng entered the door, the young man's patience was probably pretending to be a long-time study. Do not move.

The intention is obvious.