Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce nodded kindly, and quietly stuffed the yellow scroll back into the bottom layer of the textbook.

You don't understand at all.

After finally creating a good teacher-student atmosphere, it seems that teachers and students read pornographic books aboveboard.

The woman who can be called a legalist sage was about to cry at this time.

Yan Ce, who reunited after a long absence, suddenly felt that his teacher looked a little funny, and joked viciously: "Master, there is more to this one, how are you going to teach it?"

The cold face was blood red, and the arrogance of being a teacher is probably impossible in this life, and after returning from the country of Yan, the child's courage has improved a lot, and he didn't dare to tease her before.

"I accidentally took the wrong thing I just said. And what I want you to see is the time when the law was implemented, not the content! The detailed laws of the female officials of the Qin Dynasty were completed in the past ten years, the earliest was ten years ago, and the most recent The most important thing is that the queen and daughter enter the inner court, and the latest law only changes that the previous crown prince cannot concurrently hold an official position."

"This is what the king means. He wants Fusu to work hard to gain the support of the courtiers and commanders. It is best to let Fusu continue the upright kingly way and make all the officials obey."

However, Fusu, a domestic girl, is not as popular as the wild girl who is under house arrest. This is a headache for Yingzheng.

Han Fei showed a hesitant expression, as if he didn't know whether she should tell it or not, forget it, there are some secrets, let Yan Ce himself understand.

Wang's attitude towards the young man is very difficult to understand.

He said he liked it, but it didn't seem like he liked it.

Now there is another four-corner relationship that is difficult to sort out. Even if she, a student, dies on the street in the future, Han Fei will not find it strange.

Too much trouble, and too much trouble at the same time.

Han Fei seemed to be embarrassed, and said: "Last night, the king also came to see Fei, and said that he hoped that through me, he could try his best to keep you away from the princess you had a crush on."

Yan Ce was slightly taken aback, and then seemed to have gotten something.

Chapter 170 Guess who is on top

Yan Ce was instilled with a lot of Yingzheng's highest instructions by Han Fei, so he turned around and went back to the Imperial Medical Pavilion to get some medicines, and was going to drink them up before going to sleep.

However, walking in the garden of Wang Ting and opening the curtain of Wang Ting, if it is not an illusion, he feels that the defense system of the palace can be replaced with version 2.0. The cold chill pierces the skin through the curtain. Damn him, his last trip to the Yan Kingdom was considered a waste of time.

There are people behind.

From the Xueshe to the Taiyi Pavilion and then to the Huayuan, it seems that he has been looking for an opportunity to make a move.

Extremely arrogant, need a few urgent slaps.

Yan Ce intentionally stayed by the railing of the Palace of Qin for a while. Not surprisingly, the assassins evacuated on their own initiative, so the Palace of Qin was a safe zone, and the reason for living in the palace was obtained.

As the autumn wind blew, Yan Ce shivered, the clothes were still the same one from yesterday that was soaked in sweat and then dried out, it was uncomfortable to wear on his body.

"Tsk, here we come again."

The extremely indifferent voice was full of disgust and impatience.

Yan Ce turned his head, and happened to meet those eyes that looked like the evil in this world, "I have something to ask the king for clarification."

Miss Lingshi glanced at it lightly, then threw the bundle in her hand to Yan Ce, withdrew her sinister gaze, and said calmly, "Change the dirty clothes before going in."

"Don't look at me with that weird look, this is prepared by the king, do you think I have to prepare new clothes for Young Master Ce in private?" Miss Ling Shi looked down at the shorter boy and sneered.

"I'm not that naive." Yan Ce managed to change his mind slightly, and the next moment immediately made her vigilance soar to the highest level.

Therefore, Yan Ce sneaked a glance at the back intentionally or unintentionally, and then prepared to enter Qin Palace with his clothes in his arms.

"I'm going to change clothes."

As he said that, the boy walked towards the bedroom of the palace where Yingzheng usually works.

Is this a cohabitation habit?

You change your clothes in one room, so you don't shy away from it at all?

Miss Lingshi frowned, grabbed the boy by the back collar, and slipped back Yan Ce, who looked like he was sleeping at home, with one hand, and caressed the back of his neck with a bare hand, and it only took a little force to crush the neck bone.

"Please advise Your Highness not to challenge the patience of the minister."

"There's an assassin hiding somewhere in the back. If I turn around and go back to the Nuan Pavilion to change my clothes, I might die."

"Follow me."

Ling Shi was silent for a while, bowed reluctantly and saluted, then grabbed Yan Ce by the back of the neck with one hand, threw the boy into the inner room of the warm pavilion with his own hands, removed all the cleaning staff, and closed the door mercilessly.

"Change quickly," she ordered.

"You just stare like that?"

Yan Ce stared blankly at the indifferent woman with her arms around her, how could she feel that there was a sense of crime spreading.

"Do you have an opinion?"

"……No."

"This is a dress, right? A belt... This is called a belt hook. I can't wear it by myself. Do you have a simpler dark coat?"

Ling Shi seemed to be suppressing his great anger, closed his eyes, and said, "Turn your back."

The boy shrugged his shoulders. It really wasn’t that he wanted revenge. Royal dresses are cumbersome and inconvenient to wear. A person’s dress needs the assistance of two to three maids. If there is a choice, Yan Ce still prefers sweatpants. It's a bit shameful to ask people to help you get dressed.

"Hands up, don't move!"

At this moment, cold fingers brushed across the young man's waist. Although he tried his best to avoid it, his fingertips still accidentally touched the young man with hooks, fancy clothes, and tied hair... The well-dressed young man looks good, and the whole person is beautiful. Exudes a sunny temperament that is not afraid.