Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce asked curiously, "How did you deal with it in the end?"

"According to the report of the order, the assassins were all beheaded, and those involved were only given light punishments."

"But soon, the orderer took care of everything in private. Among those involved, 35 went home to visit relatives, 30 suffered serious illnesses and were sent outside the palace for medical treatment, and two were exiled due to private fighting."

Mr. Fei said loudly: "Since then, the faces of these people have never been seen in Xianyang Palace, do you understand?"

The cold face of the green-clothed woman flashed in the young man's mind. What Mr. Fei said should only be an implicit statement. In fact, it should be that no one in the world has ever seen their faces.

"At that time, did the King of Qin mean it?"

After pondering for a moment, she said: "I don't know, maybe King Qin doesn't have time to investigate this matter thoroughly, but just sitting in that position, she can decide her life and death in a single thought, and even said that whether she wants to or not, there will be people who are smart Figure out her mind and do it for her."

"Why didn't anyone tell her?"

Her eyes were as cold as usual. She was born in a troubled world, and she had long been used to such situations. She sighed softly, "Who would go? The matter was handled so perfectly that everyone thought that this was what Qin Wangzheng meant. Therefore, , the courtiers won't say much, Fusu dare not say much, and I can't say much."

"This Xianyang Palace can eat people, sometimes people who deserve their crimes, and sometimes people who are innocent and implicated."

Standing under the old tree, Mr. Fei looked into the pavilion and said meaningfully: "Fortunately, it was just a joke last night. If there is an assassin, Fusu will definitely blame himself for a while."

Han Fei took a deep look at Yan Ce, and didn't say any more. Since Mrs. Fusu won't come to the morning class today, it would be meaningless for her to wait any longer, so Yoyo turned around, leaving only a handsome back.

"..."

Yan Ce was silent for a while, probably knowing that the palace was far from being as peaceful as it seemed, especially the terrifying look in his eyes, which still made me shudder thinking about it now.

now.

Ying Zheng, who had changed into a capable black Hu robe, opened the door, with a beautiful smile on his cheeks, hooked his fingers towards Yan Ce.

"Come in for the widow."

No.17 Chapter Teaching

Yan Ce was still thinking about what the Fu Xiling did with his head down, so that when he looked up, his expression was a little strange.

"Why is the expression so weird?"

Ying Zheng noticed the strange expression on the boy's face and didn't quite understand it, but the slight curvature of the corners of his lips did not change at all.

A considerable part of the reason for the mixed reputation of the later Shi emperor was due to the self-assertion of the courtiers.

"No, that king, do you know, um... it's..."

He hesitated for a while, but in the end he couldn't utter a coherent sentence.

How to ask?His Royal Highness King Qin, how do you feel about you being a scapegoat?

And isn't that too much to say?

So, after struggling for a while, Yan Ce shook his head to indicate that it was nothing, and walked quickly into the pavilion.

The cabinet is very spacious and clean. The sides are full of various weapons, and there is a large space in the middle for training or competition.

Ying Zheng looked at the young man's back with a hint of confusion in his eyes. He smiled noncommittally, and said lightly, "The widow, please instruct you on your swordsmanship, Qin State is martial, if a boy can't even use a sword, he will be punished by others. mocking."

In fact, even if martial arts flourished, not all boys in Qin would use swords. Swordsmanship was only a compulsory course for noble children, and it was also one of the easiest ways to integrate into the noble circle.

She is looking forward to what step this child can achieve in the future, such as becoming a master-level figure with outstanding swordsmanship, so that if she is gone in the future, someone will be able to protect the next generation of Qin King behind his back, so that the prosperity of Haiyan Heqing can continue in the future.

"That's it."

Hearing that, Yan Ce had no doubts about him, walked to the weapon rack and stared, and finally picked out a wooden sword among the piles of weapons, a legendary weapon in RPG games, the initial companion of countless novice warriors.

In a poor imitation of the sword-holding posture of the swordsman masters in the TV series, Yan Ce clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stepped forward with his right leg to prepare for a forward split.

"Wrong." Ying Zheng said lightly.

The black-haired woman couldn't help but have a headache when she saw this completely novice swordsman Xiaobai. Sure enough, she thought too much. The young man's weak and weak arms probably couldn't lift the heavy sword. If he tried swordsmanship, Yan Ce couldn't even hold it.

Ying Zheng crossed the boy, put his hand on his shoulder, and gradually pressed down from the fingertips, and said softly, "Go down further."

The graceful and proud body and Yan Ce's back seemed to be in contact with each other.

Inadvertent friction is weird.

The boy's body seemed to be frozen, his back was soft, as if he could feel the temperature of King Qin.

"Is this pose difficult to do?"

She frowned and sighed. Behind Yan Ce, she patiently corrected his wrong sword-holding posture. This was the etiquette of nobles during competitions, not a murderous sword without any scruples on the battlefield.

The arm passed through the boy's armpit, and the soft fingertips lightly tapped his wrist, raising it a few centimeters.

Calm down... you can't calm down.

Yan Ce's brain was already extremely confused. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of King Qin's delicate and serious face. She didn't realize that the posture of the two was too wrong.

The white jade-like palm covered the boy's stiff hand, carefully adjusting the angle of the sword for him.

Seeing that the posture of the young man holding the sword finally became standard, there was a faint and untraceable smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

"Yeah, keep it right now, don't move."

"Oh, okay, is this pose?"

"Yes, don't move." Ying Zheng leaned into the boy's ear and reprimanded softly.