Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The next moment after receiving everyone who couldn't be offended and entered the cabinet, Yan Ce, who was taking a nap, was finally "caught" in front of Gan Luo by the instructor.

Gan Luo was no longer his usual soft-spoken voice, but an exasperated speech, "Your Highness Ce, you are going to die!"

"What's the matter, Chu State sent 'Yu' here, or did Xiang Yan abandon the dark side and turn to the light?" Yan Ce yawned, his voice could not conceal the strong tiredness.

"The king has returned to the country, and he specially planned to return to the country two days earlier for His Royal Highness, do you dare to move?"

"!!!"

What the hell!

So early, the plan to annihilate the Chu State regiment has not yet been implemented, and it has just begun. From the current point of view, it is true that Yan Ce is naked and wants to prostitute for nothing, and the second step of the reversal of the incident has not yet been implemented.

Believe it or not, I am indeed seeking the welfare of Daqin!

Immediately, Yan Ce woke up from all the naps, his muddy mind was replaced by clear soy milk in an instant, and the ominous premonition of impending disaster made him swallow hard.

"Actually, I have one heart and one mind for Qin, do you believe it or not?"

pS: Here is Gu Guji’s message: The third update is about to be overwhelmed. I will write the beginning today and make up the third update tomorrow. I will continue to update. I’m afraid it won’t be until midnight before I can rest.

Chapter Three Hundred and Eight

Seeing that Yan Ce was thinking about running away, Gan Luo clapped his hands and summoned several instructors who had retired as generals to watch Yan Ce closely. If the boy decided to run away, he was guaranteed to use force to suppress him immediately.

Yan Ce considered for a moment, then walked into the hall in despair.

In the spacious hall with excellent lighting, there is one and only one beautiful woman with black hair.

She has a calm expression on her cheeks, her eyes are staring at the first draft of the graduation manuscript submitted to Gan Shangqing by the students recently, and there are several typical homework. As time goes by, her fingertips slide along the line of sight along the direction of the text reading , reviewed extremely carefully.

At this moment, Yan Ce felt inexplicably flustered. The thousands of words conceived in his mind and the simulated communication scene were all flimsy bubbles. He quietly walked forward a few steps and found that she was still calm. He looked up, and moved forward a few steps full of vigilance.

A hundred thousand exclamation marks flashed across his mind, and now he was [-]% sure that if Ying Zheng was about to draw his sword by surprise, he would be able to hug his thigh immediately.

Fortunately, King Qin's sword was not placed on the table, and with her size, she shouldn't be able to draw the sword and cut people directly, but what does this sad and joyless gesture represent? The anger is just calm as usual.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't intend to speak first, Yan Ce quietly looked at him, his vigilance eased a little, and he knelt down in front of the table not far from the main seat.

The remaining vigilance continued to decline, and seemed to dissipate like smoke under the beautiful scenery for a moment.

It seemed quite safe, just like the days and nights in the past, as if everything had returned to its original appearance.

Yan Ce said in his heart.

In the short but long entanglement, Yan Ce finally couldn't contain the strong curiosity in his heart. The moment he was about to speak, Ying Zheng seemed to have more to say. He closed the letter after reading, and his eyes full of majesty just looked at The other child in the hall besides her.

"Are all your homework in the school on the verge of passing?"

Ying Zheng's slightly hoarse mature voice seemed to contain a touch of helplessness.

But when he spoke, his lips rose slightly, and there was a bit of a taste of whether to laugh or cry, especially when he saw the students (Gongsun) who Yan Ce "helped" had their grades soar, and they could almost be cultivated as the seeds of the pillars of the Great Qin Dynasty. Yan Ce's own grades But commonplace.

Moreover, there are too serious signs of cheating in the written answers of the juvenile etiquette class. It turns out that the candidates themselves set up the questions and answered them themselves.

Seeing the corners of Ying Zheng's mouth curled up, Yan Ce let go of his last vigilance.

How can King Qin's stamina be comparable to ordinary people, he must be completely immune to this little trouble.

"This... I've been busy recently, with too many extracurricular activities, and I haven't spared much time to review my homework."

She shook her head helplessly, her piercing gaze pierced through the boy's perfunctory words, and seeing that Yan Ce was still the same as before, she didn't know what expression to make.

"The younger brother of King Chu, Lord Changping, the special envoy of Chu, and the Xiang family, Xiang Liang, were all forcibly detained in Qin by you. Is this also an after-school activity of the school?"

Under Ying Zheng's deliberate guidance, the originally tense and depressing atmosphere gradually became like the chatting between elders and juniors. At this time, Ying Zheng's expression on his cheeks was very subtle.

There was a helpless smile that could not be stopped at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on "the shivering cute prey".

"Are the extracurricular activities too rich compared to others? I thought you would not adapt to the life of the school and make enemies everywhere, but I don't think that you are like a fish in water, and maybe you can call it a tiger back to the mountain?"

Lucky, let’s skip the matter of marriage. I, Yan Ce, have a hundred explanations for the prison mahjong group of four, and they are all different!

Eyes adjusted in place!

The happiness level of facial expressions began to drop by ten percentage points!

It took about two seconds before Yan Ce began to show his disguised lovelessness, as if he had been made bad by Ying Zheng.

From a distance of three feet, Ying Zheng clearly witnessed the change in the young man's micro-expression. He raised his hand and rubbed his temple, then brushed his long hair behind his back with his finger across the ear, looked at the growing young man, and smiled again. It's a little milder.

The black-haired woman walked up to the young man, and gently covered the top of Yan Ce's head with her white and tender hands, and kneaded vigorously, experiencing a touch she hadn't felt for a long time.

"You grow up...you shouldn't say that. Boys should be more willing to hear things like 'you've grown taller'."

"Well... well."

Yan Ce's cheeks were a little hot. For some reason, the temperature in the hall seemed to be four or five degrees higher, and there was an indescribable sense of comfort. His eyes turned decisively to the sky outside the window.

Silently feeling that the clouds are really blue...

"Your thinking is still so easy to understand. Every time I see the embarrassment you are showing now, the shyness of a child will make the widow feel a rare joy."

Ying Zheng's smile is like a dragon preparing for a tooth-beating ceremony. Seeing a cute and delicious looking cunning young eagle, and seeing Yan Ce's idea of ​​"confessing and being lenient, and going to prison", she gently moved her finger Draw it down, and then, hit the boy's forehead heavily.

"Now let's talk about other things, such as Mr. Yan's preference for young girls."

As she spoke, her seriousness gradually surpassed that of ridicule, and after the boy fully let go of his vigilance, the sudden sense of oppression broke through the boy's N psychological defense line in an instant.