Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Answer 2. I am still me, different fireworks, I still continue my habit of slowly and slowly, the plot and dog food progress slowly, occasionally it will be a little thicker, and occasionally it will be a little lighter. The perspective tortures me, I have many shortcomings, and I have a small mind. There will definitely be places that can pick out problems in what I write. You can rest assured that there must be a lot to find.

Answer 3. I will read all the pointers and criticisms. If you read it, you will read it. If you understand it, you will understand it, but I probably won’t change it.Whether you are angry or not is another matter. Criticism is fine, and jokes are fine too. It’s not that I don’t accept criticism, so you divide me up!Segmentation! !Segmentation! ! !

Answer 4. I respect the choice of every reader. Although occasionally some young readers will send book reviews that make me read very awkwardly, I still love cute children.

The above readers should listen carefully. The above are all made up to show the illusion that I have a broad mind, not what I mean.

Good children don't make trouble, don't make noise.

After going out for a whole morning and sleeping all afternoon, I was going to go to the super expensive dumpling restaurant outside the school. The boss ordered pork and green onion stuffing, more pork, no green onions!

Chapter 110 Five, a boring engagement

Ying Zheng glanced at Shang Ji inadvertently, thought for a moment, and then lightly looked back at the explosion of danger.

"let's start."

When everyone was nervously holding their breath in the center of the solemn venue, she said calmly.

Shang Ji showed a not-so-ugly smile, nodded tremblingly, and officially announced the opening of the engagement ceremony. The maids bowed down and respectfully welcomed the two engaged royal families into the ceremony scene.

At this moment, as the crown prince, Fusu stood there in a daze, at a loss, and withdrew his hand gently rubbing the top of her head, and the dictator standing at the peak of Kyushu stepped aside quietly, showing a beautiful smile.

Ying Zheng planted a seed for her daughter's heart. She is the king of Qin Ting, and her daughter is the future king. The so-called stimulation is enough. The crown prince's fragile heart makes her not play with it without any scruples.

Fu Su raised her eyes to look at Yan Ce's pure black dress, and then at her dark dress with cloud and thunder patterns that dragged the floor, and finally glanced at her mother's dress, which was almost the same style, and felt extremely awkward in her heart.

How come there is an illusion that it has nothing to do with me.

The girl didn't speak any more, she just wanted to read a book for a while.

Under the guidance of Ms. Shang Ji, the girl and Yan Ce walked towards the altar where the red candles were placed.

The maids lowered their heads respectfully and lined up on both sides, leaving a road paved with red silk in the middle. Shang Ji silently retreated before sending the engaged couple to the altar.

Beside the red candle, a slightly nervous Fusu stretched out his hand.

"..."

Yan Ce subconsciously glanced in the direction of King Qin, he turned his head, wondering if it was an illusion, at this moment, the girl's bewilderment coefficient surged by ten percentage points, and the boy slowly spread his palm to support the girl's weak hand.

Looking at the black-haired girl in front of him, he forgot his words.

Yes, that's right, according to the process, it should be the time to recite the prayer of Qu Quya, which basically means "God, even though I took this stupid child home, you have to continue to help me with the baby bear in the future."

He had memorized the awkward prayers temporarily.

But Yan Ce did not rest at all from the early morning of yesterday to the afternoon of today. He didn't even have to eat. In the second half of the night, he was attacked by five "National Martyrs" Ji Ye. Now the blood supply to the brain is seriously insufficient, and he suddenly felt a little bit anxious. Can't get up.

Then, the scene was extremely embarrassing.

Qin Ting's engagement scene, which deviated from the very center of Xianyang, was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

I should take time to memorize it and consolidate it.

Now, it's over.

Yan Ce, who opened his mouth and remained silent for a long time, looked slightly pale. From time to time, a maid secretly raised her eyes and cast suspicious glances, looking at the two children who had successfully held hands.

Yan Ce swallowed, cold sweat gradually dripped down his forehead, and Shang Ji, whose eyelids were twitching wildly in the audience, accidentally caught a glimpse of King Qin's icy gaze. The cautious poor fourth generation realized the danger, and immediately announced that they would skip to the next link and give up. The prayers flow directly into the flow of worship.

The maids understood and didn't show anything wrong. They bent down and saluted the heaven and earth, and worshiped the ancestor.

It's just that in the next few engagement sessions, Mr. Fusu's expression seemed a little stiff, and his movements couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

Time passed bit by bit.

The simple engagement ceremony of the royal family ended hastily. In every sense, it was so brief and it was like a formality. The ceremony was over and dusk was approaching. Pupil Fusu quietly hid in the prince's bedroom and sealed himself off. A man reads a book while holding a slip of paper.

then.

Yan Ce started to stay in sister Zheng's bedroom again.

"...I was wrong, I was really wrong, I really didn't forget the words on purpose, everything was just a wonderful accident."

Yan Ce knelt down in front of her table and apologized with a tired face, even if she made a few large movements, she would not be able to use it, and if she moved her knee wantonly, she would hit the woman's leg.

The black-haired woman reviewing the national documents clenched the pen holder slightly, her beautiful side face had a cold expression, she raised her eyes to look down at Yan Ce, the coldness of her eyes was undisguised.

Ying Zheng said indifferently: "You promised that there would be no mistakes. This is your guarantee? The widow reminded you that this is a royal engagement."

"So, I was fined to kneel for almost two hours. If there are other ways to make up for it, I will try my best to make up for it."

next moment.

Her eyes reflected the serious face of the boy.Seeing Yan Ce felt uncomfortable, as if he was observing whether he was lying.

Ying Zheng stopped writing, put down his pen, folded the diplomatic credentials and put them aside, took out a volume from the pile of slips, and slowly unfolded it.

The gentle firelight on the candle reflected the outline of the seal characters, which seemed to be a bit of cursive script, messy, it looked like it was written in a hurry and submitted.

"The northern border of Yanzhao, the military newspaper of the place where the Qin army is stationed."

The woman frowned, and continued: "The autumn harvest is less than two months away, and it's the time when the barbarians looted. This military report is just half a month ago, an ordinary victory against the barbarians, but—"

Ying Zheng paused.

It is rare to know what words to use to describe the complex state of mind.