Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Thinking of this, Fusu girl's mood is very complicated.

Yan Ce can't just stay with her mother until the afternoon, right now, the girl can only pray that Yan Ce remembers that her engagement partner is Fusu in the afternoon, otherwise she will lose her eyesight and faint from crying.

The last drop of water from the copper leak falls.

The ceremony officially began.

Countless people repeated this sentence in their hearts, the royal court was completely silent, and all eyes focused on Fusu.

The girl opened her eyes, stood up, and was dressed in a luxurious dress, with the black hem inlaid with gold thread dragging on the ground.

The smooth, pure black long hair hangs down the back.

Contrary to the usual innocence, at least the girl must have the majesty that a prince should have at this moment, and the maids on both sides bowed their heads in salute.

Fu Su stood in the center of the venue, and bowed humbly in the direction of the former king's final resting place under the gaze of the entire royal court.

Fusu, the eldest daughter of the Ying family, will perform her coming-of-age ceremony as the crown prince.

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At this moment.

In a secluded and remote school, Han Fei and Miss Tingwei were sitting opposite each other and drinking.

Han Fei didn't want to talk, but silently picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a drink. His mood had been broken since no one knew when.

When she learned the truth hidden behind the warm daily life of the mother's mighty daughter and Yan Ce Yingzheng, the world has gone from the warmth of a knowing smile to the promiscuous/promiscuous mother and daughter's little Huang Wen.

Yan Ce, a very small number of people whose thinking has reached the top of the times, does have the spirit of a young man to guide the country and the optimism to challenge the impossible. He is a good choice for the king, but it may not be for Fusu.

Rather than saving an era, that child wants to make the supreme king conceive a child and live a sweet and cloying life.

As for Fusu, weak and gentle, she is supposed to be a suitable monarch for great rule after chaos, and can maintain the stability of the royal power no matter how bad it is, but in fact, the girl is about to enter a two opposite directions of extremely strong desire for control or extremely low desire.

Sooner or later, the country will be handed over to the next generation. Han Fei has no hope for the future at all, and forgets to blow it up, perfectly avoiding all kinds of signs that the country will not perish.

"If you want Yan Ce to enter the court, why bother to find me?"

She took a sip of wine, holding an empty wine bottle, and signaled to Miss Tingwei that she could leave the small black room gracefully, so as not to cause trouble for Han Fei.

"Han Fei, you know me. If you don't, you won't hate me."

Miss Ting Wei has long been used to Mr. Fei's cold tone, she shrugged, and said with a slightly teasing tone: "I want to stalk your student, the prime minister is very against the reformers recently, I'm just a Little Ting Wei, there is no need to get too close to His Highness Ce and provoke the Conservative Party, not to mention the risk of being made a fuss about by Xiao Xiao."

Han Fei's cold face became more and more indifferent, and he said coldly: "Are you worried about being hostile? If the prime minister can kill you, he will definitely not keep you a moment longer."

"You really know me."

Miss Tingwei clapped her hands and admired sincerely, with the corners of her mouth raised in a dangerous way.

"Well, the conservative political enemies have caused me a lot of trouble, but a group of meat eaters who are doomed to failure, I will get rid of them sooner or later."

"The real reason is Yan Ce, that child is a little "close" to the king. What if His Highness Ce is unhappy with my service in the future and orders me to be exiled for three thousand miles, what will you do?"

"Non-Mr.-Mr.-"

The honorific title was full of malice, Han Fei's fingers trembled slightly, and he almost let go of the wine bottle. Then, he raised his eyes expressionlessly and said, "I don't understand what it means, isn't it that Yan Ce is going to be engaged to Fusu? So, with your status as a court lieutenant, do you still need to be honored as His Highness?"

Miss Tingwei slammed the wine bottle on the table viciously, slapped the table and stood up, shouting: "Han Fei, what are you pretending, this kid Yan Ce is about to put the king to sleep, dare you say you don't know!"

Chapter 110 Conjecture confirmed get

Born in the conquest of various kingdoms and the broken world of Kyushu, Han Fei and Ting Wei are old friends and fellow students. They both had the ideal of assisting the Ming Lord to unify the old rivers and mountains. This obsession is also the common long-cherished wish of the bloody scholars of this era.

Whether it is the benevolent and humble Confucianism, the Mohism who is running for the illusion of dreams, or the Legalism who is striving to govern and reach the pinnacle of the times, it is the same.

Even if Han Fei hates Miss Tingwei's desire for power, she can never deny the fact that Miss Tingwei wants to make the territory under her feet and the country she serves unique, and let history remember the future as summer The glory of the great unification of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Although the ultimate goal is good, Han Fei can't like his classmates who are involved in the vortex of power but never get tired of it. Every time they meet, they use the sharpest words to make each other speechless.

At this moment.

Miss Tingwei was so blunt that she almost caught Han Fei off guard by describing the detailed process.

Mr. Fei couldn't give an answer.

Did King Qin mean something special, but Han Fei couldn't tell.

Yan Ce had made it clear that he wanted to go to King Qin.

She has long known the "truth" that is closest to the truth, otherwise she would not be so desperate.

Facing Miss Tingwei, who was so excited that she was about to pour wine on her face, Han Fei's always honest eyes turned away from his heart.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it, don't ask me."

"..."

Ms. Tingwei was taken aback for a set of three times of throwing pots. It seemed that it was the first time I saw Han Fei talking nonsense with his eyes open, such a crude way of lying. Mr. Fei, can you learn from the kid who is just going away first? Learn how to lie, even children know that lying must have confidence.

Miss Tingwei put away her excited expression, sat back on the spot, and said calmly: "Han Fei, you've learned badly, and you didn't know how to lie before."

"..."

is it my faultTo be fair, is it my fault?