Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Ying Zheng smiled lightly and said, "Today the widow is unwell. Please ask the envoy to discuss the issue of reconciliation tomorrow."

Yan Xuan's expression changed for a while, and finally he leaned over to salute and said, "Since King Qin is unwell, the foreign ministers will retire first."

Even if he was extremely angry, it was still useless. At this moment, the country of Yan was completely passive.Yan Xuan slowly exhaled, took a deep look at Gongzi Ce and Fusu, and pondered the next steps. Under the surveillance of the entire sergeant, he had to lead the righteous daughter Yu Chao outside the hall.

When there were only three people left in the main hall, she stared at her daughter's weak figure, sighed slightly, and her icy winter-like expression could not help but melt a little.

"Fusu, what did you learn?"

Fusu raised her eyes to quietly observe her mother's expression, and replied cautiously, "My son has learned... everything must be done with the country as the top priority."

Ying Zheng shook his head in disappointment, "I didn't fully learn it."

"..."

Fusu lowered his head and bit the corner of his lips without saying a word, as if no matter how hard he tried, he could not meet the standard expected by King Qin.

The atmosphere between mother and daughter seems to be a little heavy.

Yan Ce greeted those oppressive eyes, and asked carefully, "I have something to say, can you wait for me to finish speaking before kicking me out."

Since you are allowed to come in, will you be kicked out again?

oh, stupid...

Ying Zheng didn't answer the boy's plan at all, walked up to Fu Su, looked down at his daughter who was much shorter than her, and rubbed the top of her hair after a long absence.

She said lightly: "It's getting late, don't ask Mr. Fei to remind him again tomorrow morning, please help Su go to bed quickly."

Fusu was obviously stunned for a moment, and looked at her mother blankly, with a little doubt in her eyes, why she seemed to be chasing people, but why was she only chasing her, is there something she can't know?

A series of questions made her dizzy, and with what she knew about her mother, she should not do pointless things.

In any case, everything the mother does is for her to grow up quickly. Since the mother doesn't want to say it, she just doesn't know it.

Fusu's gaze wandered between her mother and Gong Zice for a while, and then a soft smile appeared on the girl's cheeks.

The girl's intuition told her: the mother must be for her good, it's all right.

"My son retire."

Chapter 40 Daughter is 15 years old

"kindness……"

After a long silence, Ying Zheng looked at his daughter, who was gradually becoming more sensible, nodded slowly, closed his eyes, and reorganized the chaotic memory fragments into pictures from the past that flowed in his mind one after another.

The toddler girl in Wang Tingjian stumbled into the Qin Palace with a booklet to disturb her work. Occasionally, because of her mother's merciless reprimand, she would grit her teeth and hold back her tears, but her eyes kept rolling.

Under the broken shadow of the branches and leaves, the girl will hold her hot cheeks when she is alone, imagine some charming scenes, and will also know that she should rely on the boy who is willing to sincerely help her.

If you are a wise king and can know people, this is enough.

This is Ying Zheng's chosen successor, grown up.

Fusu gently rolled up her smile, calm and peaceful, and could not see that any king's successor should be arrogant and solemn. She was as gentle and moving as the girl next door, and it was almost impossible to feel any resentment.

Fusu suddenly paused when he passed by Yan Ce and was about to step out of the gate of the palace. There was a tender emotion in his sharp eyes. He gently stood on tiptoe, his fingers caught the boy's cuff and pulled it down. Pulling, the beautiful cheeks showed shyness and nervousness.

The girl glanced at Yan Ce's serious face, and whispered very quickly, "Yan Ce, remember that we agreed."

Not to mention classmate friendship, just rely on your mother, sister Fusu, I will cancel your marriage for you!

It's not the Xiao Huangben forced marriage routine in the ancient times, as long as you deal with it well, it's totally fine, he doesn't want to see a girl with such a soft body and personality walk into the H-breathing table, and the wet end/fan-style ending , Although when I watch Xiao Huang, I will be inexplicably moved by the heroine's various ways of playing, but when it falls on a girl with whom he has a good relationship, he can't die without help.

"I know."

Yan Ce instantly realized what the girl meant, gave a thumbs up and nodded.

In the next half of my life, I need to give more advice.

fiancé……

Fusu's eyes were filled with a light mist of pleasure, and he pinched Yan Ce's earlobe playfully, turned around, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his satisfied smile was about to leak out.

To a certain extent, this situation is already happier than the vast majority of marriages in the world, and there is nothing unsatisfactory, and she... does not reject the marriage partner arranged by her mother.

It was not until Fusu turned around and walked politely to the outside of the hall, the woman slowly opened her eyes, the seriousness and indifference of the pupils were replaced by a touch of softness.

Isn't this a good match?

Staring at Fu Su Yuan's figure, the corners of his lips involuntarily raised a slight arc.

There was an unintelligible meaning in the smile.

The eyes are deep and distant, with profound meaning.

She smiled and said, "What is the agreement with Fusu, let's talk about it in detail."

At the moment when the lingering sound fell, Yan Ce felt inexplicably that every pore had shrunk by ten percentage points. The question was so insipid that he couldn't hear the emotion. Punishment.

It must be... an illusion.

Yan Ce's expression changed from being confident and serious at the beginning to becoming a little weird. He looked down at the ring on his right hand, and said with a bit of stiffness at the corner of his mouth: "It's nothing, it's just a very ordinary agreement."

"Don't want to say it? Still, can't say it."

Ying Zheng curled the corners of his lips, and the indifference in his golden pupils instantly became extremely terrifying.