Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Fusu smiled calmly and said, "No, just call me Fusu."

"Fusu?" The young man was a little stunned.

Seeing that the young man was in a daze, Fusu thought he would refuse, bit the corner of his lips, and gently pulled the corner of his sleeve with his white fingers, and asked with some guilty conscience, "Can't you?"

Chapter 22 Four bottles of wine

Yan Ce smiled and replied, "Of course there's no problem, Fusu."

"kindness."

Fusu nodded vigorously, showing a sweet smile, she finally made her first friend, quietly observed Yan Ce's expression, and found that it was not a so-called perfunctory, and she felt a little excited.

"By the way, Fusu, where did you plan to go just now, do you need me to send you?"

"I don't know, and I don't know where else I can go." The girl blinked, her cheeks covered with confused colors.

"Oh, think about it slowly, think I'll take you there, I'll sleep for a while, I'm really tired, sleepy..."

Yan Ce's body was sore and numb, unable to lift his strength, he barely moved twice to lean against the tree in a more comfortable position, his eyes gradually narrowed, and his head became heavier and heavier.

"Hey, so tired? And I'm still really asleep."

Fusu smiled, poked the boy's face, and found that he was really asleep. He happened to be leaning against the tree with the boy, wrapping his knees, closing his eyes and softly humming a simple song, so that the boy could fall asleep. be more comfortable.

The girl looked at the blue sky after the rain and whispered, "I hope to be as powerful as her."

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Xianyang main hall.

What was different this time was that all the civil servants and military generals were present. This time, King Qin's death order was to die in the main hall of Xianyang, even if he was seriously ill, everyone's attention was focused on the beauty on the throne.

The black robes wrapped around a tall and perfect figure, the long black hair was neatly scattered behind the back, and the slender legs were crossed.

Many courtiers were worried that the King of Qin would take out his anger over the assassination, and there were worries and caution in their eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, light short boots stepped on the steps, Ying Zheng stepped down from the throne step by step, walked to the center of the royal court, the ministers leaned over, and she did not stop.

She walked outside the hall, bathed in the warm light, and the light gold cloud and thunder patterns on the front of her clothes reflected a different kind of brilliance.

The costumes stood there, silently overlooking the grand scene of the early sun after the rain.

Among the uneven branches and leaves, the whirling shadows of flowers, the sparse flying insects, and all living beings who are struggling to survive in this chaotic world under the boundless sky.

Ordinary, beautiful, noble, humble... At a glance, the insignificance has reached a pitiful point.

She hooked her lips and said: "You said, after a hundred years and a thousand years, the descendants of the widow, the descendants of the world, will catch a glimpse of the widow's merits and demerits on the bamboo slips written by the historian, will they scold the tyrant, and the annals of the six kingdoms will How to arrange widows?"

Among them, one of the officials replied, "Your Majesty Wang will live a thousand years and ten thousand years."

She sneered: "Who are you lying to?"

"Thousands of years are turtles. By the way, don't record the words of You Shi in the annals of history."

"promise."

You Shi, who was in charge of describing the king's words and deeds, leaned over to respond respectfully, and his wrinkled old cheeks couldn't help but smile.

King Qin's jokes just fell off, and from time to time there were sneers in twos and threes.

The dignified anxiety in the air dissipated a lot.

She instructed lightly, "Serve the wine."

Soon, the attendants leaned over and entered the royal court one by one, holding wine trays at the side of each minister, with wine bottles on them, and the diffuse aroma seemed to linger over the majestic Xianyang Palace.

Su held a bottle of wine in his hand, and the clear wine was sprinkled drop by drop outside the hall.

She said loudly: "This bottle is dedicated to the heroic soul of the Qin army who has buried his bones in other places throughout the ages. It is dedicated to the unnamed loyal soldier who cast our Qin country in the dark, without complaint or regret."

The first wine honors the loyal soul.

More than a hundred years ago, all the nations were humbled by Qin, and the fate of Qin was up to others, so the people of Da Qin went to the mountains and forests, and the soldiers of Da Qin threw their blood and rushed to Huangquan.

More than a hundred years later, who would have imagined that a small and poor country would already look down on the world.

The blood flowing in the hearts of the civil servants and generals who have been loyal to Qin for generations is like a fire burning, and then it boils.

When everyone's eyes were focused on the figure that was about to hold up the world, an old man standing in an inconspicuous corner in the ranks of the generals was silent, his cheeks were covered with wrinkles, although he was old, he was still in good spirits. , do not lose to any generals.

There was a faint hint of tears in his cloudy pupils, and he couldn't help clenching his palms.

Su picked up the second bottle of wine in his hand and slowly sprinkled it outside the hall.

She said loudly: "Jing Xianjun is self-denying and diligent. When he was weak, he was unwilling to follow the crowd. When he was strong, he did not forget the ambition of the Great Qin."

The majestic voice echoed in the ears of the ministers.

Countless voices have disappeared, only her...

Under the sky, the black flag fluttered, and countless fiery hearts were beating fiercely, and even the chest cavity was vibrating.

In Qin Wangzheng's mind, the position of the loyal servants of Qin is greater than that of the predecessors. Although it is a great rebellion, no one is willing to blame, and no one is willing to blame.

After taking down the third bottle of wine, she said lightly, "Respect yourself for this bottle."