Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

On the side, Fusu frowned. She had already prepared for her fiancé's restlessness, but she never thought that he could break through the girl's cognition. The first reaction is false, if you don’t believe it, how can such an unbelievable thing be possible... No, the more unbelievable things, the more Yan Ce can do it, but it should be called fake news if he lives in peace like a normal nobleman.

After a long silence, Fusu got up slowly, holding his thumb nails, thinking complicatedly.

What she has to consider now is not how to bring her fiancé over and educate him patiently, but how to ensure that he will not be hacked to death by his mother after her mother returns home.

"My lord, Lord Ting Wei is at the door..."

At this moment, it was Fusu's maid who came in to report. The maid knew that Lord Tingwei was considered to be Yan Ce's force, so she didn't stop Lord Tingwei too much, but asked him to stay at the door for a while.

Fusu and Mr. Fei looked at each other and read out their complicated meanings.

Then, the girl said: "Let Mr. Tingwei come in."

"promise."

The maid gave a salute, then led Mr. Tingwei to Fusu's dormitory, retreated respectfully, and closed the door behind him.

"The king will arrive in Xianyang soon, Mr. Fusu please prepare to welcome him."

The first sentence Ting Wei spoke was the great "good news".

Lord Ting Wei, who once planned the strategy and was in the court, was wearing a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and his face was pale, like a person who was cultivating immortality and seeking the way. He didn't make a sound when he saw Han Fei's ugly expression of a dead relative.

Lord Ting Wei is a loyal minister who firmly stands by Yan Ce's side. She still hopes to be promoted by the regent by standing in the team, but what the hell, you are playing like this without Young Master Ce.

Honestly, after getting married with Mr. Fusu, I settled down with the family, and then went outside to make big waves. For various reasons, my king would turn a blind eye and close his eyes. In the end, he was not married yet. Ce began to plan the harem of the Seven Kingdoms, and the lower half of the body strategically unified the Kyushu. Lu Xiang, who was so cold, didn't dare to play like this before his death!

In the courtroom, the power behind the wall leaning towards the son Ce instantly fell to the old-fashioned power of the prime minister. In private, everyone has already begun to prepare to wear sackcloth and filial piety. When Yan Ce cools down, it is good to make preparations in advance.

Miss Tingwei fell into a state of insomnia after scolding MMP all night last night, flustered over and over again, with chills in her back, and she gambled all her life, always winning and undefeated, but in the end, because she bet on Yan Ce, her whole life was ruined. Trying to lose money is really exciting.

She didn't expect too much about the personal relationship between King Qin and Yan Ce in private.As far as the king is concerned, the practice of turning his head and marrying another country without even saying hello is a provocation to the royal power, and the most important thing is to put it on the bright side.

Hearing the "good news", Fusu's eyelids twitched, and his legs subconsciously moved slightly inward, unable to form a suitable sentence for a long time.

Han Fei, Ting Wei, and Fu Su's expressions became more dignified, as if seeing a certain death notice, informing the three of them of the upcoming farewell ceremony for the body.

"Young Master Ce... shouldn't be such a reckless person, there must be someone behind him to instigate him."

Ting Wei began to look for suitable excuses to excuse Young Master Ce, regardless of whether it was true or not, as long as His Royal Highness Fu Su approved it, it would be fine for King Qin to live a little better.

As for this master who carried the blame——

Ting Wei looked at Han Fei, who was the teacher of Gongzi Ce, and dedicated himself to his students. Han Fei had already made up his mind.

"I think it's better to designate Han Fei as the main culprit for instigating Young Master Ce. Although Young Master Ce can hardly escape the blame, but in the end it is..."

No problem with scapegoating.

Yan Ce's unlucky child did not die, his wife died, but this is too wronged.

The cricket is Han Fei, this crime is too serious to be replaced at all.

Han Fei's cold face twitched slightly, and then he replied "mildly".

"roll!"

"..."

Fusu ignored the battle of wits and courage between the two enemies, put on the noble black dark clothes, bit her lips, and looked up at the plain cloud shadow.

"Go out of the city and welcome my mother back home."

……

……

Starting at noon, Fusu summoned a group of dignitaries and dignitaries to prepare to welcome King Qin back outside the city in formal attire. Clouds gathered and dispersed in the sky, and Xianyang became extremely solemn today.

Quiet, no sound.

Until the general of the elite cavalry cleared the way, the Imperial Guards of the Qin Dynasty lined up to greet them, and a car stopped in front of all the nobles.

Gradually, the expressions of the rich and powerful began to polarize. One group of people is forcibly suppressing the mood of "today is a good day", while the other group of people is covering up the look of "sadness flowing against the river".

Everyone, including Fusu, bowed down and saluted unanimously, and said in unison:

"Welcome my king back home."

A hand stuck out the delicate curtain in front of the carriage, revealing a pair of majestic pupils.

The black-haired woman glanced indifferently at the dignitaries of Qin who greeted them respectfully.

Those who can come, those who cannot come, almost all come.

Fusu, who was at the front, hung his head very low, like a child who has done something wrong.

She stared at Fusu for about a second, but said nothing.

next second.

To everyone's surprise, King Qin did not intend to complete the welcoming ceremony, and the curtain was lowered slowly.

In front of the powerful and powerful people who symbolize half of the state of Qin, she ordered in an uncompromising tone: "Go to the school."

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Time: afternoon.