Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She teased lightly, "Fusu didn't return all night, I don't know which palace you sent the widow's daughter to, and which warm pavilion did you return to after sending it off?"

Every word is very clear.

Especially the mysterious word "daughter" has a stronger voice.

"This……"

Yan Ce's forehead was covered with cold sweat. When he turned his attention to Mr. Fei for help, Han Fei lowered his head and ignored the signal from his disciples.

Ying Zheng restrained his smile, and his unsmiling and serious expression exuded a natural coercion of a superior creature.

"I don't come home at night, so busy that I don't have time to send a maid to inform the widow?"

The forceful voice made Yan Ce feel uncomfortable all over. It was a rather uncomfortable psychological effect. She rarely kept such a serious face to him.

"I was fed too much, so I found a palace and fell asleep."

Yan Ce swallowed nervously.

He paused, then continued: "I will ask you to admit my mistake immediately after waking up."

Seeing the tense young man, Ying Zheng said solemnly: "Even if you don't come home at night, next time you have to send someone to inform the widow in advance, at least the patrolling guards, if something happens..."

She gave Yan Ce a meaningful look, and didn't say any more.

A white palm rested on the young man's shoulder, straightened the messy collar slightly, and his fingers touched the skin around his neck. Yan Ce's body was a little stiff, and there was an inexplicable tension in his heart caused by the soft touch.

But the simple touch action lasted only a few seconds.

Ying Zheng also seemed to realize that the boy was a little shy now, so he moved a little away without showing any signs.

"I wanted you to have a little contact with the nobles, but the name of Young Master Ce has spread throughout Xianyang yesterday. Although I had the intention of letting you take care of Fusu as much as possible, you did a good job. You simply sent nearly half of the nobles in Xianyang Offended to the point of death. The widow’s writings this morning are all admonitions from Mr. Zhu Yan, but no one in Fusu pays much attention to it.”

This almost sacrificial way of helping...is very gentle.

She opened a scroll of letters casually, and read: "Young Master Yan plans to seduce the prince, disregards etiquette, and steals it for the king's concern..."

"It's a good idea to temporarily expel Young Master Ce from the palace and send him to a school. It also happens to allow you to get in touch with more people of the same age and divert the attention of the courtiers."

Looking at the reluctant Yan Ce, she said, "It's also a punishment for not returning home at night."

"If I leave the palace, won't I be unable to see you?"

Yan Ce frowned, collected himself, and said, "Moreover, there should be quite a few people queuing up outside the palace to assassinate me. It's not as safe as Qin Palace."

Judging from the depressed expression of the young man, it seems that he is extremely distressed because he wants to stay away from King Qin.

"You kid—"

After standing there for a few seconds, hesitation filled his deep eyes, but this fleeting hesitation was finally replaced by the usual confidence and determination.

"This matter has already been decided by the widow. I will naturally consider the matter of safety, so you don't need to worry about it."

Ying Zheng tapped his forehead, and the young man seemed to be a little taller. After being slightly dazed, her proud body bent slightly, her perfectly shaped lips opened, and said lightly: "Also, don't mess around in the future." Speak, understand?"

ps: Anxiety period, writing and deleting, writing and deleting... repeated for a long time.Emotional delicacy, less, I want that kind of interaction between teasing and being teased... so annoying, the next update is in the middle of the night.

Chapter 190 The Proceeding Time of Distribution

I have seen that the spring reds have faded, the summer cicadas have rested, and the autumn leaves have withered...

There is a cloud in the Book of Songs: Fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September.

The weather is getting colder, it's time to add clothes...

Yingzheng followed the "public opinion" and temporarily expelled Young Master Ce from the palace, and dispatched him from Xianyang Palace to Xianyang Academy.

The head of Guizhou wants to do something, but it has to work hard on border crossings or conquest of the Central Plains.

Only the state of Qin has a way for the people at the bottom to be promoted. Guarding the frontier, going to the battlefield, making military achievements and gradually promoted, the more people hacked to death, the more meritorious service, and military merit is a real universal currency.

Yan Ce has more or less completed a difficult achievement of sealing a wolf and living in a vassal. If the military exploits of the desert guards are exchanged for official titles, there is no problem at all. Using military merits as a stepping stone and stepping into the court as the prince's fiancé, Then the Conservative Party may have their nerves collapse immediately.

It would be better to follow the wishes of a group of courtiers and temporarily expel Young Master Ce, which can not only squeeze his potential, but also make the courtiers feel the pressure, and let him practice etiquette by the way.

The most important thing is to reduce his contact with her... little daughter.

"Mr. Fei... the widow is like this, is it right or wrong?"

Standing by the window, Ying Zheng lightly stretched his jade finger, brushing the dust on the window sill, and the rare confusion of not being able to control the future appeared in his eyes.

"Yance, he is devoted to you."

Han Fei lowered his head, a wry smile appeared on his cold face, "The key is your thoughts, may my king be more frank?"

"Han Fei..." Ying Zheng tapped the window sill heavily with his fingers, and reminded, "Don't say such things again."

Just looking at your reaction, you can feel something abnormal, and the royal court will be in trouble in the future.

How should this be divided, Yan Ce divided into thirds?

The talents of my little disciples are all about how to disturb women's hearts, so let's make chaos in the future. Anyway, Han Fei has already seen it, and being more willful can make his life easier. Don't worry too much about what's not there. .How others see her Han Fei, she is still her.

Commonly known as muddling along, smashing the cans.

At this moment, Han Fei stared at Ying Zheng's back, then looked at the princess who was still moaning with a dead face, and said with a wry smile, "What should I do with this princess?"

"Stay with the widow for now."