Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Not strong enough, even the intended fiancé can't be used as a guarantee?"

Fusu murmured, his arms slid down the bend of his legs, and he slumped on the bed in a duck posture, looking up at the bright moon shadow.

According to the current trend, the aristocratic girls who want to prostitute their sons while they are not yet married can line up in a long line. This is due to the deformed desire to possess and be possessed, as well as the subtle psychology of comparison, which makes the well-dressed noble girls She can turn into a terrible slut in her alone time with her fiancé.

Therefore, Fusu, a frail girl who couldn't step out of the royal court, was completely ignored.

Occasionally, she would also get some entertainment news from Shang Ji, who had a bad mouth, such as the many violent rumors circulating in the noble women's circle, and planned to warm the lonely son's bed the night before Fusu's wedding. The name is to leave a memorial for the beautiful classmates.

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Female heroes who are relatively frivolous in their private lives are looking forward to getting as many traces of a certain boy on their bodies as possible. If they are a little rough, their future official careers will be safe.

Everyone is very happy about the reasonable and legal sacred transaction of exchanging one's body for one's official career.

Most of the female nobles and some male nobles with perverted private lives even if they don't preach that they want to give Fusu her fiancé to a positive XX on Fusu's face, they more or less have this idea in their hearts.

Who didn't take into account that the psychological shadow area of ​​Fusu, who will inherit the throne in the future, will expand.

It seems that it is Yan Ce who will dominate Qin in the future...

And the biggest role of Fusu Xiaostudent is to prevent sudden death so easily.

Thinking of this, Fusu's will inevitably became depressed.

At this time, Han Fei knew that Fusu needed to be alone, so he said good night and left the room quietly.

On New Year's Eve, Fusu tossed and turned with her pillow on the letter on the bedside, forcing herself to fall into a dream, and gradually her consciousness became more and more blurred.

The majestic and heroic figure of the mother appeared in her mind, the black Chinese clothes, the emperor's crown, and the Tai'a sword symbolizing power. She gently stroked the top of Fusu's head.

Immediately, a solemn and solemn scene appeared. The girl's long hair was coiled up, and she was wearing the makeup she had promised at the moment of her marriage. The Minister of Civil and Military Affairs next to her smiled and congratulated.

"Today is the most solemn day in the world."

Ying Zheng said.

"!!!"

Fusu showed a startled expression, looking at Yan Ce who was slowly walking towards her, dressed in a black formal suit, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Only the figure of the young man going forward remained in his pupils.

"Fusu, are you happy?"

Walking a few steps to the girl's side, he held up the girl's small palm, lowered his lips and kissed the back of her hand lightly, Fusu's shyness burst out almost instantly, and his whole body fell into a long period of rigidity, and his breathing couldn't help but be rapid .

"kindness."

The moment he finished speaking, Yan Ce in the dream showed a warm fatherly smile, lifted the girl's chin, and looked down at the girl's blushing pretty face.

"There's even more fun."

Fu Su blinked cutely, "What is the happier thing?"

"I'm getting married, and the bride—"

Yan Ce walked to Ying Zheng's side with a smile, and then clasped fingers with her mother in front of the girl. On the side, the mother's behavior was as usual, overwhelming the others, but she did not refuse the boy's intimacy. , a little red glow oozes from the beautiful face.

"Not you."

"what?"

The Fusu fighter lost its navigation and asked the headquarters to contact it.

"Fusu, although you may not be able to adapt for a while...but I will try my best to do what a father should do, make up for the love you lack with your mother at one go."

"Fusu, no, daughter, let our family of three live a good life in the future."

Fu Su suddenly looked around, everyone was confused and looked at Fu Su suspiciously, as if it was the Crown Prince who was just wrong.

The girl took two trembling steps back, refusing to accept this dream.

"You, me, this... mother, everything...is wrong."

"Daughter, what's wrong with you, you look so bad, father, I'm worried, don't scare father... why don't you tell father, father will help you find a doctor." Yan Ce babbled worriedly.

"Father, father, father... Dear!"

Fusu stammered in horror as if biting his tongue.

Yan Ce, who was not much older than her, smiled with satisfaction like an elder.

"daughter."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

A lovely girl screamed from the remote prince's bedroom.

The girl woke up from the trance and lay back on the bed again, her face was pale and her heart was beating violently.After a while, Fusu realized that the clothes were drenched in cold sweat, and it was uncomfortable to cling to his body tightly, and the skin on the inside was faintly illuminated by the candlelight.

She hugged the quilt and slowly loosened it, carefully draped it on her body, her spread legs were limp and weak, and they dragged them together reluctantly.

Eyeless.

next moment.

Han Fei in the son's bedroom and study room heard Fusu's terrified scream, opened his eyes in an instant, and pulled out son Fusu's decorative saber.