Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Handcuffs, anklets, hanging ropes... everything is available, but there are not many wounds, obviously no one has lynched.

The moment Miss Lingshi stepped into the basement, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. She walked up to the young assassin and looked him up and down expressionlessly.

"Don't... don't waste your time, I will never reveal it."

The assassin saw someone subconsciously clamping on a certain key position, and then found out that it was an extremely indifferent woman, and immediately shouted angrily.

"He is an assassin? The recent assassins are getting weaker and weaker."

Ling Shi sneered twice, and his flat voice without any praise or criticism, on the contrary, aroused people's anger even more.

"What's the point of keeping a trash that even Young Master Ce can't kill?"

No matter how you hear this, it doesn't sound right. You are mocking the prankster for being too weak to kill His Highness Ce. If you can kill him, don't you want to forgive him?

The accompanying servants looked around, as if they didn't hear anything.

The assassin blinked in bewilderment, there was nothing wrong with each of them, Yan Ce narrowly escaped, tied him up with a rope, the woman said it was torture, but between the lines was dissatisfaction with his strength, not because of Assassinate.

He couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to torture me who is the mastermind?"

"No, I know who it is."

"Then what do you want to do, let me go?"

"Hehe..." Miss Lingshi smiled, and her understated voice was mixed with a bit of sarcasm, "Have you ever seen someone who came to the basement to let a dead body get out of the palace?"

The assassin's heart suddenly became cold, and finally he waited for death as if resigned to his fate.

After asking his subordinates to deal with the assassin Yan Ce was about to interrogate, Ling Shi walked out of the torture room without any regrets.Shang Ji followed behind her, lowered her head, and said in a mosquito voice, "My lord, but where is Young Master Ce?"

She turned her head, her eyes were indifferent, and she said, "What?"

Whenever Shang Ji dares to say that Yan Ce's priority is above order, Shang Ji guarantees that she will die now in a vague, bloody way.

Shang Ji said in a panic: "It's okay, my lord, I will work twice as much in the future."

"If you don't report the matter of Young Master Ce if you don't know about it or report it in the evening paper, you won't use it in the future."

Miss Lingshi passed Shang Ji and said coldly.

"promise."

He didn't really punish her...

Shang Ji looked at Miss Lingshi's back as she drifted away, a little confused, not knowing what the immediate boss meant.

Anyway, it's a good thing to survive.

……

Miss Lingshi quietly walked back to the office room in the inner court. Darkness enveloped the royal court. The bustling lights and noises under the royal court at night could not infect this majestic and solemn royal court at all.

Pushing open the door of the office room with her fingertips, she wanted to add some lamp oil, but found that the lamp oil had run out. She simply sorted out the letters presented to her, and prepared to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

In fact, she still hates this young man who is doing all kinds of tricks.

If only he could disappear...

Shaking his head to get rid of the momentary absent-mindedness, Lingshi slightly opened the small window, through the gap of the window, the moonlight sprinkled into the ground piecemeal, but the light was still dim.

It was as gloomy as the ten years he had climbed to where he is today with his pitiful status as an aristocrat of the Zhao Kingdom.

If it weren't for Qin Wangzheng, she would never have been promoted to her current position by relying on her talents and abilities, let alone she is still a nobleman of Zhao State.

However, the next moment.

A drunken boy hugged a girl and kicked open her door, looked left and right in the middle hall, muttered some drunken words about "Young Master's bedroom is getting smaller", staggered and kicked the door again rudely, and walked into the bedroom.

Under her cold eyes that almost wanted to kill, the boy hugged the girl and fell headfirst on the bed in her bedroom, throwing up on the floor.

Chapter 180 Four Refers to the Female Ghost Going to Bed

After throwing up on the floor, Yan Ce felt that his stomach was much more comfortable. He dragged the quilt at the head of the bed and covered Fusu's body. He lay down next to Fusu and fell asleep, not noticing the air-conditioning in the corner. woman.

The air was filled with the foul smell of wine mixed with stomach acid.

Miss Lingshi looked at Yan Ce, took two steps forward, her face was expressionless, as if she was choosing a safe and suitable way of death for Young Master Ce.

"Young Master Ce, please wake up immediately." She tilted her head and smiled, "I'm a little angry now, if you don't wake up, I will wake you up immediately."

Yan Ce frowned, turned over irritably, and wiped the clothes piled beside the pillow under the bed.

"Hmph..." Ling Shi sneered, "I like children who are bold and reckless and don't know it."

He took out another quilt and gently covered the boy's body. The cold wind blew through the window, and Yan Ce, who was in a coma, subconsciously wrapped the quilt tightly, with his face and body retracted into the quilt.

She groped in the dark, took out a roll of clean rag, slightly soaked in the dew collected in the bottle, and simply wiped off the mucus sticking to the edge of the bed.

"Don't get out."

The flat voice without ups and downs sounded like a kind of hypnotic magic. Gradually, Yan Ce's consciousness sank into a dream, and he slept extremely.

"It's so nice."

After the lingering sound fell, the corners of Miss Ling Shi's lips curled up, her smile was so cold that one could freeze.

She sat calmly on the edge of the bed, her white and slender index finger slid across the outer bedding, easily drew an arc of unknown meaning, and stroked it twice.