Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"It's about doing the laundry."

Yan Ce generously told Fusu that on one side, the maid with twitching eyelids was sweating profusely.

"do the laundry?"

Fusu moved his eyes to the waitress, but this reaction was a bit strange, it didn't look like a reaction to washing clothes.

"Your Highness, it's laundry." The maid concealed her sympathetic gaze very well, bowed down and finished speaking respectfully, then hurriedly retreated, and then walked quickly into the Lingshi's Office as if fleeing.

Fusu stood in front of Yan Ce, the height difference caused by her body shape made the girl raise her head slightly to see Yan Ce clearly.

She knew that Yan Ce was very likely to have a good impression of women like his mother, but even so, Fu Su still didn't think that this boy and his fiancé would have special thoughts about other girls.

Now after seeing Yan Ce's gentle expression, she felt that her guess was right.

She lowered her head slightly.

"I'm going back to the bedroom...do you want to come together?"

"You go back first."

Yan Ce waved his hand, and seeing Fusu's sad expression, he immediately explained: "Yesterday, I met an assassin on the way to the outer court. After he was caught, he locked the torture room before interrogation. I also want to know who it is. If you want to kill me, you go back first, if something happens to Princess Fusu, I will still feel sorry for you."

"oh oh."

After Fusu heard the second half of Yan Ce's words, his heart beat faster for no reason, and then he showed a shy smile.

"Keep down, it's embarrassing! Then...then come to me after you're done."

"Ah."

Yan Ce nodded, looking at the back of Fu Suyuan, this is a girl who needs to be taken care of by herself, she has been entrusted with the utmost trust, and the responsibility falls on her shoulders, no matter what, since the promise is made, I will carry it to the end Bar.

Under the distant sky, has his humble butterfly changed anything?

What exactly is he?

Thinking about complex philosophical issues, Yan Ce walked towards the torture room, believing that after being served by several strong guards yesterday, that handsome Assassin should have been stabbed happily in the basement. The size... Well, it's a little smaller than a certain governor surnamed Shi.

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A cool breeze started to blow a few maple leaves, and a group of maids gathered at the door of the torture room in the autumn golden light.

Shang Ji was directing the cleaning work on the upper floor of the torture room, with dark circles under her eyes, as if "a bastard who smoked with three or five big men for a night, and if he loses, he will almost pay off his debts by cutting himself to death".

Being cared by a group of maids and best friends, Shang Ji felt warm in her heart, and it was not in vain to work for them for three years.

Although I know that these girlfriends are actually worried about "Sister Shang Ji, you must live well. If you die, who will work for us!" In the future, you can be bribed to make early preparations.

"Go and clean up the upper floor first, I'm fine."

Shang Ji smiled reluctantly, and assigned tasks to this group of eager little whores who were delivering water and fruit... girlfriends.

Then, she turned her head to meet Yan Ce's eyes, and for a moment, she felt bad all over.

Before going out today, Shang Ji looked at the almanac, and it didn't say "Ji Yan Ce, go to the grave, sweep the grave" on it.

The almanac may be from last year.

It didn't come and it expired.

Shang Ji's face drooped, no different from looking at the tangled expression of the creditor. She tried her best to bend the corners of her mouth and forced a smile.

"His Royal Highness, good morning."

"Good morning, open the basement, and I will interrogate the assassin."

"Your Highness...the assassin is dead."

"How did you die?"

"Master Lingshi came last night, and then the assassin died, and his body was buried under the crooked neck tree outside the palace."

Shang Ji shrinks back, not daring to say directly that Master Lingshi ordered her to be killed, so she can only turn the corner and tell Young Master Ce not to look for her if there is anything to do, and not to look for her if there is nothing to do.

Lord Lingshi has warned her several times that Lingshi is Shang Ji's superior, not Yan Ce, who would be put up for the royal court's internal affairs team if he slopped off from inside and outside, and this official meal can't be raised by a white-eyed wolf .

I don't know if she was so busy that she had hallucinations, which made Mr. Shi not in a state of mind recently, and didn't even say anything about cursing and killing Young Master Ce.

"..."

Yan Ce frowned. In fact, he didn't care about the life and death of assassins. We saw many dead people in the northern border, so there was nothing disgusting about them.

It's just that the dead assassin may pull the person behind him to the front.

When Miss Lingshi dealt with the assassin, she made it clear that she wanted to make the game more difficult for him. After clearing the enemy's tail, it was impossible for Yan Ce to go directly to the anti-Soviet nobles and greet the whole family.

This kind of complicated woman is really too much trouble.

When you think her hostility towards you is slightly less, she will draw her sword without hesitation, and when you think she is hopeless, she will follow the rules to help appropriately.

Apart from Yingzheng himself, maybe no one can make this loyal Miss Lingshi jump around in muddy water like a wild boar Peppa without complaining, not even the little princess Fusu whom Yingzheng loves. .

Yan Ce scratched his hair hard, and felt helpless from the bottom of his heart when he thought of this Lingshi. With a bad mood, he said goodbye to Shang Ji, and came to Qin Palace without stopping.

The guards outside the hall looked at Yan Ce as if they were seeing colleagues who went to work together.