Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"General Xiang formed a construction team to squat under the city of Xianyang every day... everyone in Xianyang knows, everyone knows."

The spy saw Xiang Yan's stiff face, and continued cautiously: "General Xiang is trying to become the leader of Qin's construction team. He works hard every day and night, and now he is welcomed by Qin people."

"..."

Xiang Yan had a gloomy face and said nothing.

The spy bit the bullet and finished his job, "Recently, in order to build the new-style dwellings that Yan Ce talked about, General Xiang created a cheap and durable block of soil called bricks, which can save a lot of residents in each household. Land use, more and better reclamation, are working overtime and burning bricks to become the top three excellent teams in Xianyang."

Immediately, the spy spread out the burden skin, revealing a particularly neat brick.

Xiang Yan picked up the brick, inexplicably wanting to slap that beast on the face with the thing in his hand.

"Commander, don't be angry." The spy comforted.

"That evil animal must have been deceived by Yan Ce, otherwise it would be impossible--" Xiang Yan was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

The dignified major general, the heir of the Chu army, went to the base of the wall to grab jobs with a group of ordinary people in the city. He heard the euphemistic expression from the spies that Xiang Liang was working hard to develop the enemy country, and he was enjoying himself.

If the ancestors of the Xiang family can survive, they will be pissed off by the scum of Xiang Liang's family a hundred and eighty times.

"From now on, there is no need to keep a close eye on that bastard Xiang Liang, the old man doesn't have this son!"

"……promise."

When Yu Qi calmed down, Xiang Yan didn't have to worry about the safety of "Yu" for the time being. However, within half a day, an invitation letter with Yan Ce's characteristics was presented to the case.

This handwriting is like a joke.

As a grandfather, he was invited to Xianyang to watch the engagement ceremony between Yan Ce and his granddaughter.

The air seemed to condense at this moment, no longer flowing.

It's not just an invitation, but a warning to him not to act rashly, otherwise the treacherous and changeable Young Master Ce will definitely do anything.

After experiencing the "Xiang Liang strategic mutiny" incident, Xiang Yan's tolerance limit for other things abruptly increased to a higher level.

The invitation letter didn't mention any conditions, and there was no compensation for ceding the land. It seemed that Qin and Chu were good-neighborly and friendly.

With Yan Ce's child's negative personality, without any conditions, it shows that this child must have a big conspiracy, and even his own son has plotted against him. If he has no thoughts about him, it is absolutely impossible.

Uneasy because of the unknown.

The robust old man's expression became more and more cautious behind the case, and he repeatedly looked at Yan Ce's broken characters.

What exactly is Yan Ce going to do?

……

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The royal court thousands of miles away.

Yan Ce reckoned the date, and the invitations should have been sent to the recipients. The young man couldn't help feeling that Secretary Bai Ren was really useful, and until now there were only a few letters left to be delivered by him.

One of them was a female official whom the nobles tried their best to avoid meeting for the sake of their lives.

He walked through the garden path. In the middle of winter, sparrows also fell and pecked, which added a bit of vitality.

Pushed open the door of the magistrate's office.

Miss Lingshi, who hadn't returned to school for a while, was lying on her back on a floppy bed, her long hair caught in the folds of her clothes, and her hand holding the letter rested gently on her forehead.

A little sleepy, she was more peaceful than usual, her lips parted slightly, shining with a light pink water, and she yawned a little.

Seeing someone breaking in, he could vaguely guess who the person who could be so arrogant in the royal court was, and moved his slender and white legs to the side of the quilt.

Because she was not in the mood to mess around with him, Miss Lingshi looked at Yan Ce with a softer expression, without any thought of getting up.

"What's up?"

Chapter 320 Seventh, Everything is the Best Arrangement

As she spoke, she raised her hands to stroke her ears respectively, brushed her hair back, revealing the tender white earlobes, then folded her arms to cover her tightly wrapped chest, and immediately saw Yan Ce turning over in her room. He took out the clay cup and poured himself a glass of water without hesitation.

She glanced at the young man in distaste, and didn't bother to scold him, she turned her body slightly, and pulled the quilt over her cool legs.

"Tell me something, I don't have the strength to waste time with you now."

Yan Ce shrugged, turned his head to look at the clouds in the sky, then turned back with a serious expression, "We will prepare for the marriage ceremony in two days, here is the invitation letter."

"Put it on the record."

She didn't have any special expression and said calmly.

"It's rare that you didn't make fun of me. What a surprise, are you sick?" Yan Ce saw that many lamps and braziers were lit in the room, walked to her bed, looked at Miss Evil Spirit, who had no energy, and covered her forehead with his hand, Warm.

"So you're sick too?"

Miss Lingshi opened his hand annoyed, her eyes became very dangerous in an instant, she whispered viciously: "Did the fact that I will be sick make you, an inferior pet, feel complacent? You are really disgusting."

"Your face is a little hot, have you taken any medicine?"

Having been together in the academy for a while, they can be regarded as comrades-in-arms tentatively, even if they are incompatible, Yan Ce lowered his head and met the dangerous eyes that were so ashamed that they wanted to cut his neck off.

"No! Go out if you have nothing to do!"

Yan Ce looked around at the bookshelves full of letters and meticulous furniture.