Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The slender index finger tentatively scratched the old wound on the boy's back.

Perhaps because of being too gentle, Yan Ce narrowed his eyes and didn't react at all.

Putting one hand near Yan Ce's armpit, he slowly lowered his upper body.

The moist lips of the perfect lip trembled slightly.

"Fusu, didn't you just say you were going to wash your hands?" Yan Ce yawned lazily and closed his eyes.

"..."

Fusu's body froze, obviously his fantasy was suddenly interrupted, he was a little confused, and then he stopped the next action with a little disappointment.

The warm and ambiguous atmosphere that had just been created disappeared, and Fusu restrained her gentle normalcy and returned to the expressionless angry mode.

"...Yes, I said it, no need to remind."

Yan Ce opened his eyes, the pupils were full of confusion, how could there be an illusion of "[-]% of the anger value must be accumulated to be ready to enlarge".

As for the gentle and frail girl, when she gets angry, she turns into a strong iceberg type. She completely changed her course. Yan Ce felt a lightness in her waist. What greeted him was an even colder gaze.

It seemed to be suffocatingly cold.

"Lie down honestly."

An indifferent female voice sounded, Fusu slightly pressed the hem of the skirt to cover the soft close-fitting fabric on the inside, put the medicine back in an orderly manner, and raised a hand with a little difficulty to move a basin of sewage to the courtyard, ready to be handed over to the dead. The servant who entered the house.

Looking at the busy figure at the door, Yan Ce showed a faint wry smile.

"It's really scary for a girl to get angry."

As if hearing Yan Ce's emotion, Fusu gave the young man a cold look, turned around, hugged several volumes of letters to Yan Ce's side, knelt silently on the soft cushion, unfolded the letters and frowned while writing notes and replies.

After the girl made all the preparations, Yan Ce moved slightly away from Fusu. For some reason, even though she focused on the letter, the boy had a strange illusion that he was not being watched all the time.

"Don't move, the wound will open."

She said without raising her head.

It seems that it is not entirely an illusion.

"Can I—"

"No, Young Master Ce."

Before the boy could finish speaking, Fusu forcefully interrupted his follow-up.

Yan Ce's fault came first, and his usual dominance has long since become a thing of the past.Royal court status -1-1...-233, congratulations, dear player, your status has successfully reached under Fusu.

In the past, the beautiful days of "one Fusu walked over, and two Fusu jumped up" also went to the stars and the sea with the image of the gentle girl in the past, and never returned.

"Hum..."

Yan Ce seemed to hear some strange voice, looked around, and finally fixed on Fusu's little classmate who looked unfriendly. He wanted to ask but worried that Fusu would be unhappy, so he had to hold back and endure.

Ok.

This is really an illusion.

"..."

The corners of Fusu's mouth curled up in an indiscernible arc.

The disguised iceberg melted quietly at an angle that the boy couldn't see.

……

……

In the evening, the floating clouds converge.

After being coldly stared at by Fusu all afternoon, Yan Ce was thrown out of the dormitory with his injuries all over his body and the bewildered expression of "the world is boundless between life and death, what the hell are you talking about?"

Yan Ce returned to the Palace of the King of Qin, ready to report to the King of Qin, and asked her to give her advice on how to apologize to an iceberg cat and get forgiveness.

As soon as he stepped through the door, the discussion between Qin Wangzheng and Miss Tingwei came to an abrupt end. Miss Tingwei nodded and smiled to express her goodwill to His Highness Gongzi Ce. , and His Royal Highness Fusu's night life is good.

The air returned to silence.

After looking at it for a while, Ying Zheng looked at the boy in front of him with a half-smile and a half-smile and came back with scratches and cuts all over his body, "The result of the whole afternoon?"

"En." Yan Ce nodded and said, "She asked a servant to drive me away, and she didn't intend to let me in. In the end, I climbed over the wall and apologized. It seems that the results are not great."

"Oh? Fusu is beyond everyone's expectations."

After many years of mother-daughter life, no matter how little time they spend together, at least the King of Qin has devoted his energy to the crown prince and paid attention to the development of the girl's character. If it is really an irretrievable death situation, she is not so stubborn that she will not abolish the prince.

But this year's changes were so great that she was a little surprised. Of course, this was in the direction she expected. From Wang's point of view, she was also quite gratified.

"Tomorrow, the widow will go to mediate. Mr. Fu Su dare not even listen to the widow's words."

Ying Zheng gave the final order calmly, put away his easy-going smile, returned to calmness and rationality, and said seriously, "Do you know the nobles of Chu?"

"I don't know." Yan Ce shook his head, "I don't remember the past."

The mutual trust between the two people present can transcend the shackles of nationality. Wang doesn't care whether the past of the teenager is dark or not, he seems to ask casually.And the young man really doesn't know anything, the ghost knows what outrageous and nasty things that Shaoyun Ling did on a business trip, making his back look like he's been ripped apart.

She picked up the wine bottle and said: "General Wang Jian is about to return to Qin, and the Han Ting rebellion led by the assassins of the Yan State has disrupted the Qin army's great cause of destroying the country. Now I should not underestimate the assassins of the Yan State, right, Ce?"