Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She decisively refused.

next second.

Yan Ce's mischievous humor grew, and while Miss Lingshi was not paying attention, he directly sent the spoon into her slightly parted lips, poured it down, and poured it into her mouth.

Miss Lingshi's pupils seemed to shrink into a dot, she immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth tightly, almost spit it out on the bedding, she swallowed it after a while, and then glared at Yan Ce angrily.

"It's hot!"

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Being ruthlessly kicked out of the room by Miss Lingshi, Yan Ce probably completed the task of sending the invitation letter.

There are not many people who need him to invite. Mr. Fei and Fusu who were originally planned to be invited were banned by Yingzheng. Yan's pressure was still to suppress the newly pacified Chu State, so he didn't have the heart to come to the school to accompany Yan Ce through the ceremony.

Unknowingly, when the new year is approaching the turn of the new year from the old to the old, walking in the market of Xianyang, every household is preparing to decorate the house and prepare a rich meal to worship the ancestors.

The distance from the school is not too far, Yan Ce walked through the market, said that since becoming the biggest debtor in Xianyang, it has been a long time since an assassin came to assassinate him, and suddenly he felt a little lonely after not moving for a long time.

From a distance, Xiang Liang, Qin's closest foreign friend, was directing a group of enthusiastic Chu people to lay the foundation, and batches of high-quality red bricks were pushed to the construction site by trolley.

Although Yan Ce gave an outline of the design, the great working people are still able to give full play to their wisdom to fill in the details. In contrast, the degenerate and decadent class, especially pointed out that Lord Changping, not only does not accept the principles of Qin's characteristicism. "Severely beaten", the enthusiasm for work has been reduced, and I live a leisurely life of pushing hemp every day.

Back at the school, near the end of the term, the teachers all understood the nature of the students, and all of them lost their hearts. They couldn't get it back with the stick of "love education". In order to improve the teaching results, Gan Shangqing cut the course in half, and many nobles The students took this opportunity to go home to visit relatives, and more than half of the vacant space in the school was rented by Mo Yan's scientific research team to conduct blasting experiments.

The group of Mohist geniuses headed by classmate Mo Yan's technology tree has gone too far. They play mine and mine all day long, and record the explosion phenomenon and explosion time to adjust the proportion and improve the uncontrollable shortcomings.

It is completely drifting away in the direction of bombing.

Little classmate Mo Yan raised her hand to signal the anti-explosion team to start moving forward, and the detonation team began to self-destruct, "Get ready—"

"Explode!"

After a delay of three seconds, the researchers of the Mohist school who had practiced countless times raised their shields and smashed them to the ground. They hid behind the explosion-proof shields and prepared to defend against the impact of the explosions.

"Bang!!!"

In an instant, thick and choking smoke gushed out from the playground. No matter how powerful it was, this movement was enough to startle people.

"Reporting to Your Highness Ce, the blasting experiment was basically successful, but...cough coughcough...but the power is difficult to control, and it can only serve as a suicide effect."

The black-faced little classmate Mo Yan scribbled on the slip of paper, writing very coherently, and calmly wrote down the failure result of this experiment.

Yan Ce glanced at the blast marks on the ground, "This power is not bad."

Mo Yan shook his head, "Your Highness Ce, even the ground cannot be exploded. How to explode the sky, the explosive power must be expanded, and the proportion of materials cannot be strictly controlled now. It is difficult to distinguish between explosive bombs and dud bombs. Safety must be ensured, otherwise it will still be destroyed." It’s better to just kill the enemy with gold to be more stable.”

In an instant, the eyes of the Mohists, who are famous for their reason, shone brightly, "Although the stability of hand-throwing bombs cannot be guaranteed, we have already explored relatively stable landmines. You can hear the sound of pulling the mechanism when you step on them. The mechanism will cause the flint to collide and ignite to explode!"

"That's great, that's great."

Yan Ce applauded expressionlessly.

Mo Yan continued: "In order to celebrate the marriage of Young Master Ce, we planted fifteen landmines in the school all night, and when the ceremony opened, we also used explosion-proof shields to detonate them to give political opponents a bad blow."

"Give me all the thunder!!!"

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Time swung forward to the day of the marriage ceremony.

Yan Ce was inexplicably proud, recalling the doll-like "Brother Yu", now he was the man who defeated the Overlord of Western Chu one-on-one!

Today I changed into a black formal attire, the most solemn color of the Qin State. Because I have not yet reached the age of crowning, the boy's hair is still in a loose state. Facing the bronze mirror, I look at the slender but somewhat soft cheeks, tidy up a little hair strands.

The school has already started a holiday, and a large number of dignitaries and dignitaries who have received invitation letters have entered the school one after another. At this time, no one is idle. Yan Ce, as the protagonist of the ceremony, is even less likely to be idle. Even if it is a falsely married teenager, he will not neglect him in the slightest.

Yan Ce, who had just walked out, heard the quarrel between Mo Yan and the scientific research team.

"Why are there two mines missing, there are only thirteen mines, who counted them last night!"

The recorder of the Mohist scientific research team recalled: "It is a temporary worker of the Mohist family who claims to be hired by Miss Mo Yan. The man has a dark face but is quite handsome."

"Master Mo Yan also knows that we are frequently injured, and he also gave you the secret signal when he was looking at the brick kiln, so we didn't have any doubts about the employment."

"No, that day, I didn't hire temporary workers!"

Mo Yan opened her eyes, calmly pieced together all the memories of the day into a continuous picture, snatched the letter recording the landmine number, and almost instantly noticed the slight difference between the severity of the handwriting.

"The number in several places was changed by that person, check it again!"

After distinguishing the different ink marks belonging to the pretender and the Mohists, Mo Yan immediately made a judgment.

"Check the woods on the ancient road of the school, the lakeside outside the school, and the edge of the abandoned school."

"No!" The Mo family members said in unison, and then they took their tools and ran quickly.

The moment he saw Yan Ce, Mo Yan immediately fell down, and said in a crying tone: "Your Highness Ce, please order to postpone the ceremony, otherwise it will be too late!"

Yan Ce didn't have time to blame Mo Yan's little classmate for being flamboyant and sloppy in the follow-up, so he took off the cumbersome dark clothes and threw them to Mo Yan.

The young man said solemnly: "Let Bai Ren go to seal the school, and you tell the instructors to stop the princes and nobles who are admiring the scenery, and report to Gan Shangqing, so that everyone should not walk around at will, and those who trespass without permission can be imprisoned first."

"I'm going to investigate with the Mohist scholars."

After making arrangements in an orderly manner, Yan Ce frowned and commanded the guards to support the three entrances and exits of the school.