Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

In order to prevent Ying Zheng from being distracted on the eve of the imminent annihilation of the six kingdoms, the peace and prosperity that she had been thinking about all day long was just around the corner.

Going back in time, the chaotic scenes of the past came to my mind, and the memory fragments scattered to the deepest part of my heart and slowly combined into the beautiful face of the woman.

In order to protect the painstaking efforts of the previous monarchs, in order to make the voice of Ying Zheng the only voice in the Qin state, he killed Marquis Changxin, forced Lu Buwei to death, followed Li Si's advice and accepted the capable men of the six kingdoms. In the struggle, he went out of Weihan to accomplish the goal that Xiaogong has longed for but could not achieve.

Vaguely, she recalled that in front of the Nuange Bookcase, the shadow of the booklet buried all night, sighed sleepily when the prosperous world...

Gradually, Fusu raised her eyes to look at the bedroom, her arms around her knees tightened again, and her breathing was a little short.

Afraid of seeing her mother's indifferent expression, she squatted in the corner and struggled endlessly again.

"No, it should be my fault."

"Hey--?"

Yan Ce took Fusu's hand and walked towards the palace.

What happened today had nothing to do with Yan Ce walking into the wrong room. Yan Ce was a little tired. If he hadn't come to this strange era, he should now be excited to get into the bed and play mobile games.

Asking a student to obtain Qin Wangzheng's friendship with zero favorability in order to achieve the achievement of not being executed, even if a professor of the history department comes over, he may not be able to do it, let alone the history department even the history office. It is impossible to solve a problem with a group of old pedants together and solve the perfect answer.

All in all, this question needs to be given a test, with a starting score of [-], an upper limit of [-], and a number of words of not less than [-], and it is the kind that will be finished if you fail.

Before she could drag Fusu, who was getting more and more guilty, out a few steps, the girl's timid voice came from behind: "Wait, don't pull me, I'm not ready!"

How can the Fusu of this timeline be so vain? If it is thrown into the middle of the night in modern society, the bad uncles who are in ambush will be slapped off, or given sugar, such as deoxyribose.

Yan Ce turned to look at Fusu, who had a tangled face, and asked, "What's the matter? What do you need to prepare? King Qin doesn't plan to blame you."

"But mother, she said that if you leave, don't come back." Fusu lowered his head in despair and said, "What should I...what should I say after seeing her?"

After thinking for a moment, Yan Ce said, "Let's talk about what to eat at night."

"Ah! Absolutely not, you first, first let me go!"

Fusu Xiaolian was about to cry this time, but due to her pitiful strength, she couldn't resist at all, so she could only be dragged by him to the door of the palace.

A girl with a vast blue sky, who gave you the courage to confront King Qin head-on, Mr. Liang? !

Yan Ce pointed to the inside and said, "Well, it's inside."

"No, no, oh--pain~"

Fusu stammered nervously, bit her tongue inadvertently, her cheeks flushed red, and she covered her mouth, screaming like a small beast.

"I didn't bite my tongue."

The girl hurriedly concealed her pained expression, blushing ashamed, and repeated, "Really not."

"..."

Yan Ce couldn't bear to look directly away, Daqin Pill.

His Highness King Qin in parallel time and space is as wise and daring as the one in history, but why is the son Fusu so far behind? Has the timeline changed so much.

It is hard to imagine what the future Qin Ershi will look like.

The bedroom is as deadly as ever, with no extra maids and guards passing by. It is extremely quiet and the location is slightly remote. Although it is located in Xianyang Palace, it is far away from the court. It is not like other magnificent pavilions and palaces. The exquisite and elegant bedroom exudes a faint and warm atmosphere, which is out of tune with the surrounding, or Qin Wangzheng deliberately arranged it for Fusu.

Yan Ce said gently, "Young Master Fusu, aren't you going to go in? She will wait for a long time."

"But—" Fusu said hesitantly with his fingers raised without raising his head.

"There are no buts. It's already late enough now. Hurry up and go back to sleep. If I had known it was such a trouble, I wouldn't go around the corner. The responsibility is on me, and I will accept the punishment."

Yan Ce finished talking with a headache, and grabbed the girl's wrist again. The mother-daughter ethics drama started because of him should end as soon as possible, otherwise no one will sleep tonight.

"What do you mean?"

Fusu's face was full of confusion, feeling inexplicably strange. It wasn't her fault, so why did he say the responsibility was on him.

He gave up on himself and said, "It doesn't make any sense. Anyway, everything is my fault. I won't bother Mr. Shi, who is busy in this world. I will carry it. If King Qin wants to kill me later, I hope Young Master Fu Su will watch it for a long time. Give your classmates a decent burial."

Fusu: "???"

Fusu couldn't break free from Yan Ce's palm, so he had to follow him halfway into the familiar bedroom.

Every step the girl took, she seemed unexpectedly cautious, as if she was summoning a lot of courage, but in the end, she was like a deflated ball, biting her lower lip and discussing, "Then... do you want to wait?"

"No wait, it's a knife to stretch your head and shrink your head."

Waiting for this?What are you waiting for?

He directly took over the responsibility. It didn't matter whether it was death or punishment and Fusu. When he entered the front door, he could see that the black-haired woman seemed to be staring at the moon in a daze, still maintaining her posture as Yan Ce went out to find Fusu. general.

"..."

"..."

There was a deadly stillness in the air.

Ying Zheng came back to his senses and stared blankly at the young man who forced his daughter to walk in front of her. What should she say, reprimand, or comfort?

She opened her lips, trying to express what was in her heart, but when the endless words came to her throat, no sound came out.

Fusu lowered his head and said nothing.

Yan Ce walked silently to the remote corner, leaving space for the mother and daughter to communicate alone. There was a hint of nostalgia for their relatives in her eyes. The yellowed photo that she had not picked up for a long time on the bed was blurred. Only the outline of the appearance remained in his mind.