Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

If you have something to say, say it well, and it’s okay to communicate silently once or twice, but who can bear to communicate with eyes every time.

Yan Ce's expression was a little dazed, he hesitated for a moment, lifted the teapot, and filled the teacups of Yan Qing's mother and daughter again.

"Everyone drink tea."

"Thank you, Young Master Ce."

Yan Qing smiled lightly, raised her teacup symbolically and drank half of it, and then Mo Yan also drank half of the tea after her mother.

Then, Yan Ce could sense that the danger factor of the sight falling on him had increased, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

... still drinking tea?

He filled the woman's cup as well, narrowed her eyes slightly, reluctantly took care of his face, and took two sips.

As soon as the cup was put down, the tea was still warm, and then it was filled again.

"..."

For the time being, Miss Lingshi is considered as Gongzi Ce's maid, so she tries to maintain his poor dignity as much as possible, but it is only for the convenience of moving around the school in the future.

But Yan Ce eagerly poured tea once, twice, three times... Even with her, Yan Qing stared at him with strange eyes, making no one dare to drink tea now.

Drink halfway to express respect to the person being visited, and it's time to leave after drinking all, His Highness Ce is here to refill the glass... What does this mean, don't you plan to let the visit of Yan Qing's mother and daughter end, and plan to pack the whole family!

I wanted you to show off your prestige as the host and the superior, but in the end you understood it as a refill...

And Miss Lingshi really overestimated the young man's learning of etiquette. If he is an idiot who knows nothing, it is considered a compliment. The noble etiquette of dealing with people, how much should the teacher teach in the past two days... Didn't listen at all?

The so-called aristocratic etiquette, Zhou Li, you idiot only learned how to pour tea?

While staring at the young man, the woman's eyes gradually became indifferent, and she forcibly suppressed her anger. She no longer pinned any expectations on the young man, and said flatly, "Please sit down, Your Highness, is that okay?"

Yan Ce coughed lightly, and sat quietly at the desk in the front, pretending to be a little transparent.

"I don't know where this maid worked in the palace before?" Yan Qing smiled, "In my family, there are also a few ineffective juniors who have been sent to the royal court for training. It would be a good thing if we can work together and help each other in the future."

"I used to work in the inner court and was responsible for managing the idiots who were ineffective in training." When talking about the idiots, she intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the nervous Yan Ce, but the young man didn't notice, and said calmly, "The Yan family has a very strict family style. , Young Master and Miss are all well-known in Xianyang as role models of Confucianism, if you have the opportunity to work with Miss Yan's family, it would be the best."

Anyone can see the meaning of simple perfunctory, but no one cares.

Only Yan Ce knows that Miss Lingshi has already upgraded the official position and weight of the servant to the top. She is one of the very few cronies of the King of Qin. If a lady from a noble and wealthy family enters the royal court and works as a maid for a few years and plans to finish her gilding before going into an official career, basically she will only be ordered to play around with her.

... As for working together, well, if slaves and slave masters can also be called working together, there is really no problem with this term.

Yan Ce blinked at the deliberately low-key Miss Ling Shi, showing a curious look.

"In two years, when Mo Yan graduates from the academy, what if he goes to a place other than Xianyang to be selected as a female official?" Yan Qing didn't look down on the other party because of the low-key thing, but just chatted with friends Tone said.

"The promotion of a local female official can only rely on herself, it is difficult to accept family care, and she is very likely to be targeted by the local gentry." Miss Lingshi answered this question in a very calm tone, "But as an experience, it is better than entering the royal court. The relationship is much better, but it will take a few more years. The choice depends on how the wife treats the gains and losses."

"indeed so."

Yan Qing nodded in agreement, picked up the teacup and prepared to take a polite sip, her lips stopped as soon as she touched the edge of the teacup, she glanced at Yan Ce from the corner of her eye, fearing that he would come to refill the cup again, she put it down calmly.

"Oh, Your Highness Ce's innocent heart reminds me of my husband's youth, when he was more than His Highness Ce..." Yan Qing recalled her husband's past, feeling as if he was beaten by [-] peggies back then. His facial expression and vague memory didn't give him a free and easy smile when he recalled it, only his head was full of pain, "Miss, it's actually not easy for you."

"En." Miss Lingshi thought for half a second, frowned, and continued like this.

Yan Ce: "..."

The heart of a child...is lack of heart and eyes, to put it so literaryly.

The boy didn't bother to comprehend the intentions of these women any more, and acted honestly as a mascot.

How do you care about it? The profession is not suitable at all. It’s like someone who drives an excavator can understand a beauty salon?

"My husband's current appearance made His Highness Ce laugh. He accidentally fell last night, but this man is so strong, he insisted on pretending to be fine and come to the school for a walk."

Yan Qing explained with a smile, regardless of Yan Ce's expression of "you're fooling a ghost", "I didn't expect to come to Mr. Ce, which happened to be the same as my intention to visit Mr. Ce. How can I continue when I'm so drunk?" disturb."

"Sister Zeng...I can't...refuse..."

"Husband, wake up."

"Sister Zeng...don't come here..."

"..."

At this moment, Yan Qing's expression was extremely terrifying, like an evil ghost climbing up from hell.

This familiar scene reminded Yan Ce of the moment when Miss Lingshi's anger gauge was full, and it felt like she could release three big ones in one second.

While talking, she walked to the sleeping Mo Zhong, and gently supported her husband who was still talking about Zeng Mei, but the woman "accidentally" crushed some of Uncle Mo's ribs.

The beautiful mother bid farewell to Yan Ce with an apologetic Mo Yan, and gradually drifted away in the rain until she disappeared from the boy's sight.

"Tell me, this won't be the last time I see Uncle Mo, right?" Yan Ce said with squinting eyes.

A few minutes ago, Miss Lingshi, who played the role of a gentle maid a few minutes ago, fully suppressed her aura after Yan Qing's mother and daughter left. She no longer gave the noble son Ce any face, and basically treated him as air, turned her head and opened the food box, A series of exquisite meals were brought out and placed on the table.

Yan Ce seemed to be used to the other party's dislike, so he went to the desk to put away the dried design drawings.

Sitting in front of her, just as he was about to grab two pieces of meat to fill his stomach, the woman coldly beat him aside as soon as he stretched his dirty hands halfway.

"Go wash your hands, please."

Chapter 210 There is a theory called physics