Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce fled to the country of Yan, and was ordered by the king to pursue death and chase north.Seeking justice for Qin's destruction of Chu, and now seeking development for Qin and marrying her again.

As a fiancée, she failed to notice her fiancé's psychological problems, and even suspected that her mother and her fiancé were a little ambiguous.

Somewhat remiss.

Looking at the direction of her mother's bedroom through the wide open window, she murmured softly:

"I'm going to find my mother now and have a talk."

Fusu turned her head to comfort the husband who was about to cry.

"Master, don't be too sad... I actually didn't blame Yan Ce."

"..."

Han Fei nodded, raised his hand to cover his red eyes, and waved his hand to Fu Su to leave, don't look at her embarrassing appearance.

"Go."

After Fusu, who was slightly worried, left completely, Han Fei took out his handkerchief and wiped away the tears that flashed across his eyes. He returned to the image of a cold and lonely scholar, and picked up a brush to carefully consider his words.

"What is difficult to say is not what I know..."

Hurry up and finish the chapter "Say Difficulty", now she is an emotional thinker, trying her best to leave a legacy for Yan Ce who will inherit her dream sooner or later.

The time she could buy herself seemed to be running out.

No matter how complicated his thoughts were, Fusu finally decided to have a good talk with his mother about Yan Ce.

After walking for about half an hour, I arrived at my mother's brightly lit bedroom.

No need to think about it, as His Majesty's mother is still dealing with state affairs.

Just when Fusu was about to pass Shang Ji who was personally guarding the gate for the king, the aristocratic maids and sisters under the command of Mr. Yuan Lingshi caught a glimpse of Shang Ji's hand shaking into a small electric motor. As Shang Ji's lifelong good sisters, they all backed away. count steps.

It was unanimously decided to let Shang Ji, who "intends to make a living", deal with the problem.

Shang Ji, the only civilian servant in the royal court who had no background or background, stood there stiffly.

Vaguely, she heard her fiancé's murmur...it was still in her mother's bedroom.

The girl rested her finger on the door, and her face became very pale in just a few seconds.

pS: I don’t need to take medicine, I got rid of the bad cold, except for a stuffy nose, basically there is no major problem, so let’s add an update tomorrow, don’t you yell.

Chapter 320 Three Fusu Brand Small Black House

The crown prince's girl's eyebrows are slightly raised. At this time, there are thousands of troops rushing in her heart. She is a girl longing for romance. She can be called a master in expanding her imagination. I always feel that she guessed the beginning right, but not the end. To be precise, there are subtle errors in all links except the beginning.

Fusu's divergent thinking in less than a second has infinitely approached the truth, and at the same time completely negates the statement that the master is fooling the children. She can see that although Shang Ji is trying to be calm, her eyes are wandering, which confirms her guess from the side.

Not surprisingly, the bedroom must have a beautiful view.

For example, the bed scene between mother and Yan Ce?

Another example is that the fiancé's peer suddenly became Uncle Yan of the same generation as the mother?

Fusu's neural network is rapidly collapsing.

Thinking this way, the expressionless Little Princess Fusu pushed open the door without Shang Ji's obstruction.

With her slender and clean legs bent slightly, Ying Zheng sat kneeling not far from the bed, resting her chin with one hand, looking helplessly at Yan Ce who was lying on her bed spitting out wine.

But Yan Ce's face was pale after vomiting, and he was lying on the bed as quietly as a tenant who had applied for a permanent room card in the mortuary, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

The low murmur just now was exactly what Yan Ce couldn't hold back when his stomach was overwhelmed. Ying Zheng's drinking capacity and physical fitness belonged to the ceiling of other countries. Yan Ce was quite proud of being able to drink Emperor Qin until his stomach bloated. .

The price after being proud is that the stamina tossed his Assassin's body into a long cooling time for the sage.

Then, he saw his fiancée, the little princess, who was cold.

Four eyes facing each other.

Yan Ce raised his hand with difficulty to say hello, and then put his hand down with difficulty, the only eye that could move freely caught a glimpse of Fusu's imaginative little eyes.

It's different from what I imagined.

Shouldn't it be hugging and rolling the sheets, or being forced under the pressure of the mother and passively bearing it!

The fiancé was just drunk and taking a break at his mother's side. The distance between the two of them was definitely three steps, and there was no intimacy at all. Could it be that what the wife said was actually true, and she was overtired from the beginning to the end? fantasy?

Fusu didn't say a word, but his eyes flashed rows of scrolling "!!!" and "???" bullet screens.

Seeing her daughter's disrespectful act of intruding into her bedroom, Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, straightened her body slightly, and sat behind the desk, her imperial gaze fell on the young prince.

What exactly is this kid's head loaded with? Fusu shouldn't have been shown national style in the first place, Chu Ci.

Fusu came back to his senses slowly, but Yingzheng's patience was limited, he tapped the note with his fingers heavily, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Fusu, why didn't you just let me know and broke in?"

"My son..." Fusu's exquisite little face was obviously relieved, and then he raised his breath again, like a child who had done something wrong behind his hands, waiting for his parents to reprimand, and the volume became much quieter, "I want to discuss state affairs with my mother .”

"Next time you tell a lie, don't rub your fingers."

Still supporting his chin with one hand, Ying Zheng swept Fusu from top to bottom, naturally noticing the small movements that girls are used to.

Much better than before, but still far from it.

Then, she sighed slightly. Could it be that these two children really can't complement each other a little bit? They are so soft that they don't show the humility that a successor should have in front of the monarch. Honor and order.