Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Before he could utter the second half of the word, Mo Zhong saw that his younger brother had been carried away, and suddenly felt that life was boring. He threw the flagon and jumped into the sea in a leap of faith.

"Being a brother in the next life, I will take a step first."

"Brother Zhong!!!"

Zeng Ran's mind was completely emptied of the show operation, so he hurried to save people first.

"Find people quickly..."

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When the carriage passed by, Miss Lingshi took the initiative to give some instructions to the imperial guards. As for the sleepy Concubine Yu, she was not under her jurisdiction, so she did not plan to inform Concubine Yu about Yan Ce's drunkenness.

Walking to the door of "Jialong Residence", the waiter on the inside received the advance notice from the Zeng family, saluted Miss Lingshi, and did not ask the cold beauty why he hugged her very soon after she left. A fresh and delicious one came back.

"plz follow me."

The waiter of the top luxury hotel in the whole country didn't care about whether Miss Lingshi might commit a crime, and took her to the room reserved by Zeng's family, and then bowed without disturbing her too much.

As far as privacy is concerned, it is definitely a perfect service.

Miss Lingshi put Yan Ce by the bed, opened the closet, all kinds of pajamas were neatly packed inside, and when she heard the restless unconscious murmur behind her, she turned her head and covered the quilt that the boy kicked off again.

"The smell of wine is really bad." She tapped his forehead impatiently, raised her brows slightly, and continued: "Are you dishonest like a pet even when you sleep now?"

Seeing that Yan Ce turned over and put his head on her lap, took a good look at Yan Ce, and then asked Miss Shi to remove his shirt, the broken rib injury was not aggravated by alcoholism.

"The speed of wound recovery is not like ordinary people."

Although the teenager was trained as an assassin in his infancy, and his personal history has long been investigated, his superb qualities as an assassin are beyond doubt, but the speed and explosiveness of his recovery from injuries still make her look sideways.

For a royal family, this body of skills is a bit redundant, and the royal family of any country would run around like doing it all day, it is really stupid.

Perhaps, His Majesty has the ability to know people better.

Miss Lingshi carefully kneaded his forehead, alleviating the aftereffects of alcoholism, and at the same time slowly making him sleep more peacefully, which was equivalent to half a piece of rabbit meat last night.

Time passed bit by bit, the woman's eyes turned to the far horizon, the sun was slanting to the west, and it was already the golden light and shadow when the curtain ended, and the new branches and leaves were swaying in the long wind.

She kept silent, took the letter and continued to interpret the law.

The eyelids of the boy who had slept for an unknown amount of time blinked slightly. The southern hemisphere covered by a layer of fabric occupied most of his field of vision, and irregular folds appeared on the snow-white singlet. Yes, with her overly serious character, it is impossible to allow herself to leave such traces.

The visual and tactile sensory stimulation made the already dizzy mind churning more violently, and the bad impact of drinking too much alcohol was so severe that he forgot to remove his head from the knee pillow first.

"that……"

Yan Ce was a little embarrassed, he couldn't ask about his ugliness after drinking, but he wanted to know what trouble it caused her, so the entanglement on his face almost surpassed the pain of the sequelae.

"..."

Miss Lingshi looked at the letter word by word, but didn't take the initiative to talk to Yan Ce.

"Um... how long have I been asleep?"

"How many hours."

"Oh, that's it. I won't drink next time." Yan Ce laughed.

"Shh-"

Once the letter was collected, it was rolled up and placed on the small cabinet next to the bed. She looked down at the young man with a "sincere" face from top to bottom.

"Your guarantee with me has almost lost any credibility, Mr. Ce of the State of Yan. You completely disregarded your injuries to celebrate the success of the Mohist family, and how long will it take to resolve the troubles that follow. What you mean by not causing trouble is to To achieve a goal, can you ignore your own body?"

"..."

From her point of view, since the emperor entrusted her with the mission of taking care of Yan Ce, she and Yan Ce are already a community of destiny. Women have the responsibility to bring Yan Ce back intact. Yan Ce understands this and tries not to give her as much as possible. Trouble.

After a moment of silence, the boy's slightly hoarse voice sounded at this moment.

"The celebration banquet...if I don't go, I will feel uneasy."

Yan Ce lay on the knee pillow, and continued: "Uncle Mo downplayed the adventures along the way. He didn't mention the experience of surviving a near-death, nor did he mention his own achievements. This is the happiest moment for the heroes. I can't retreat."

"When I was traveling in the Mohist family, I said that I would personally see them off when they left; I would greet them in person when they returned in triumph; I would not push back the celebration wine they toasted."

The solemn voice echoed in the room, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull. It was rare for Miss Lingshi not to respond to Yan Ce's words.

In order to adjust the atmosphere, Yan Ce showed a wry smile and said, "Are you fascinated by me?"

One can see Yan Ce's careful thinking at a glance, an idiot is an idiot, and he doesn't suffer at all in normal times, except for this kind of promise, he is extremely stupid.

She also showed a contemptuous look in cooperation, and said, "Disgusting."

"...I'm sorry, I seem to have caused you trouble."

Yan Ce's mood became depressed. He didn't know what shameful behavior he did after being drunk, but he must have caused trouble for Miss Lingshi.

"Indeed, it has caused a lot of trouble." Miss Lingshi looked indifferent, and tapped his forehead with her fingertips at a certain frequency: "Kneel on the ground and lick the soles of my shoes clean before committing suicide and apologizing."

"...I'm just being polite. Your success has made me feel no guilt at all. I only apologize, but no compensation!"

Yan Ce felt that this woman seemed a little cute. If she could correct a bunch of dishonesty attributes with cold bonuses, she would be a very good partner.

Seeing the young man's gaze vertically upward, as if staying on the slightly shaking chest, the frequency of Miss Ling's fingernails hitting his forehead became a little faster, and her eyes became indifferent as if she was looking at scum.