Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

People in troubled times, chasing fame and flattering the king, how many people can treat others fairly according to their pure wishes.

At this time, the young man looked calm. During the crushing battle of the Yan Kingdom, he grew from being peaceful and friendly to a little bit. He was completely different from the assassin who was revered as Shaoyun Ling. He witnessed the true The army of the Central Plains who relied on strength to expel foreigners fought bloody battles. Yan State was beaten to the ground by Qin, but it never bowed its head to foreigners and split Kyushu, but just guarded under the Great Wall at the border.

A well-known Guoshang assassin cut open a defensive line with a dagger on the battlefield in the northern border, and stabbed hundreds of thousands of foreign generals to death under the sky. The idea began to rebel.

Who set the boundary of this ominous title?

In fact, it is not that anti-bone means ominous, but an ominous person is called anti-bone.

At this moment, Yan Cezhong didn't know how to treat that Lingshi.

It doesn't matter whether the woman is rebellious or not.

The important thing is that her sometimes kind and sometimes malicious treacherous behavior is really hard to understand.

Especially for Yan Ce, a copycat aristocrat who is trying to realize his self-worth, he can't analyze people's extremely complicated thoughts at all, and insists on labeling that fierce lady, demon, enemy, partner, and Craziest friend?

But who has ever seen a friend who dared to tattoo a picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival on his body even if he picked up a dagger?In any case, that horrible beauty was associated with the most unlikely identity of a friend.

Obviously, the favorability accumulated from the beginning is a negative number, can you still expect to make the negative number a positive number now?

This is not some messy little book!

Favorability is impossible to jump left and right.

Just when the young man fell into a mental runaway, Wang Jian decided to take the initiative to change the topic. The collision between ancient feudal superstition and modern science should start from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. .

"After graduating from a university, why not follow my ineffective son to join the army and learn command operations?" the old man asked.

There is no doubt that the old man's eyes are serious.

Wang Jian's son, Wang Ben, is also a ruthless person. Let Yan Ce start an internship at the bottom of the army and slowly accumulate military merits. He will be promoted step by step, and finally mastering the army will be able to eliminate the voices in the court who wantonly attack young people. Those who have military power must be tough after all. Some.

The old man looked at the young man earnestly, never moving his eyes away, as if he wanted to penetrate his mind.

Yan Ce didn't nod immediately, nor shook his head, "Let's talk."

"The court and the army, do you want to choose one, or do you want to have them all? If you want them all, it's not impossible. There are quite a few people in the court who support the prince and the prince. If you get closer to the prince, you can further distance yourself from Fusu." Young master, it is enough for others to be suspicious. The resistance to entering the court will definitely be much reduced, and it is difficult for others to say nothing even if they have military power." The domineering old man swept the opposite Yan from top to bottom with interest Policy.

"I am a dedicated person."

Yan Ce resolutely rejects all the old man's policies.

This is not a beautiful dream like heaven, but an abyss of hell. Holding the military and political power in his hands means that he will really rebel in the future, and it is possible to be evenly matched with the king he longs for. Of course, the probability of such a strange thing happening is absolute. zero.

but!

This also means a workload of ten hours a day, overtime every day, comparable to going to jail, and the risk of death from overwork.His body as an assassin without buffs really can't handle the overtime life of Yan Yulu.

Once he reveals that he wants everything, King Qin may start to pay attention to it, and then he will be cultivated as a golden seed. Then he will not even have the chance to be lazy, and then he will face a life of nonsense: come, five hundred catties during the day Government affairs letter, inspecting the army at night, preparing the government strategy in the first half of the night, and staying in the Qin Palace in the second half of the night...

Thinking about it this way, except for the second half of the night like Xiao Huangben, all other time periods can make Yan Ce fall into the crazy mode of flipping the table.

Fortunately, the old man didn't insist too much on the plan of cultivating son-in-law. Anyway, after graduating from school, you can't run if you want. possible.

Briefly talked to Yan Ce about the preliminary model of the plan to destroy Chu, but did not discuss in depth about the secrets.

The dusk ended and the night was getting darker. Wang Jian did not respond to Yan Ce's invitation to stay for dinner. When he opened the door, "it just so happened" that Miss Shi came to the door with a food box. The woman nodded, said hello respectfully, and then walked away into the room.

Yes, it was simply missed.

The woman no longer pays attention to this old man known as the Qin Guojun God, and even saves the etiquette of respectfully sending the old general into the carriage, and there is no polite word when he keeps him. Anyone can see that cold face is passing by at a glance cold air pressure.

No matter what, she could feel that she was in a bad mood.

"..."

Looking back, Wang Jian felt that the relationship between the two was still not quite right, but he couldn't tell. Since he was busy with military affairs, he didn't think much about it, and left quickly.

……

"Why did you prepare for such a long time, it's already dark." Yan Ce asked curiously.

"On the way, I ran into someone I knew well and chatted a few words and was delayed."

Seeing the boy's weird expression of "you're fucking kidding me", the woman's voice began to contain a slight chill.

"Whether you eat or not, don't waste time, you will collapse if you are not hungry."

After the lingering sound fell, she slightly rolled up the corners of her long skirt, put her knees on the cushion, and knelt slowly, with her buttocks pressed against her exposed ankles. The neckline of her jacket seemed to be a lot messed up by the wind. He developed silk and adjusted the collar lightly, but did not speak.

"clatter--"

The woman lowered her head and placed the pottery dishes full of food on the desk, one by one.

There are fish, meat, vegetables, and after-dinner fruits, and they all look pretty good, as if carefully prepared.

Yan Ce asked curiously, "What holiday is today?"

Could it be a real festival, for example commemorating the anniversary of Mi Yuan jumping into the river?It is also the anniversary of the first day of Fusu's hard work.

"No."

There was neither sadness nor joy on the paralyzed face, only a touch of impatience hidden in the calm voice.

"Why is it so rich?" Yan Ce pointed to the sumptuous meal and said, "It's much richer than the previous two days."

There was no change in the cold and delicate face, and he lowered his gaze again.