Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Are you worthy of my trust?"

"Let the sea water cleanse your thoughts. I think it is extremely necessary. It is a lesson to give trust generously to everyone who thinks they are trustworthy." She took a handful of sea water and poured it on the boy's face. After dropping the sand, he continued: "Then, do you still think I can be trusted as a dangerous person?"

This woman's mind is really completely different from normal women's. The root is the indifference of a ghost. When she feels that she can bully him within the scope of the rules, she will never let go of any opportunity.

"probably."

"Unrepentant stupidity."

"Don't you think this is my advantage? The great and selfless me brought light and justice to you who was so dark." Yan Cexu said with eyes wide open.

"Having naive fantasies about you, it seems that I have also become naive recently." She asked: "Mr. Mo should still be in the Zeng residence. Mr. Mo is related, I suggest you get in touch with Mr. Mo as much as possible, at least, he can influence the decision of the Patriarch of the Zeng family."

"I think so too. At least it's better than being watched by a group of people now. If it's Uncle Mo, he will definitely be able to sacrifice himself and achieve his goal. Of course, we must be prepared for the ceremony first and then the soldiers."

Yan Ce looked at the wet explosives and clothes, so he had to go back to the deck and change again.

"In addition, Young Master Ce has greatly exceeded the time limit set by His Majesty. Please be responsible for the crime of arbitrarily advocating, Your Highness, and I will completely push the blame to you."

"You are really... straightforward."

Yan Ce didn't know how to complain, did he want to praise her honesty?

"If you insist on carrying out the decree to split the family now, I will order someone to send the secret report to His Majesty. You can also use the Qi State as the first trial of the decree, but your situation will be very difficult." Ling Shi at this time He lifted his shoes, and climbed the gangway with Yan Ce, who was soaking wet.

"kindness."

Yan Ce nodded, with a serious look on his face.

"Qitu is the farthest. If it can be implemented, it can be used as an example for other counties. It is too late to be prepared, it is better to hurry up."

"it is good."

Faced with the young man's insistence, she would not persuade her, and she would not listen to it anyway. What is there to persuade, but judging from the young man's intention to disrupt the family, she may have to stay in Qi for a period of time. It is also doomed.

"Perfect."

The boy checked the crops brought back by the Mo family countless times, and finally showed a satisfied smile.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the black-haired woman stroked her hair, and then said with an indescribable meaning: "It's my first time too."

"what."

Her lips seemed to be pulled up a little bit sincerely.

"I saw the sea for the first time."

Chapter 440 Uncle Mo's Life Crisis

The lofty mansion, the owner's room.

The elegant and exquisite bedroom is so quiet that only the very regular "tick" sound of the copper leak can be heard.

On the bed in the bedroom, Mo Zhong, who had slept for a long time at the end of the voyage, got up from an unfamiliar bed. tea set.

More than ten years ago, there was a slight overlap between the innocent little girl and the solemn patriarch who appeared in the pupils at this moment. The passage of time has forced everyone to become much more mature, especially the breasts that have finally developed /department.

"Brother Zhong finally woke up."

Zeng Ran didn't rush to use medicinal wine just because the target of the attack woke up, lost his mind, locked the basement, ruined it...all kinds of interesting methods, but put two empty glasses beside the table.

It is a national treasure, a crystal cup, treasured in the court of the King of Qi.

The tea leaves were squeezed a few times and crushed into the cup, and one or two pieces of dried petals were lit, soaked in hot water, and gradually stretched until the bright red and green came out, and then the elegant tea fragrance lingered in the bedroom rise.

A set of tea-making movements is smooth and smooth, giving Mo Zhong a pleasing feeling.

"Brother Zhong just woke up, let's have a cup of scented tea to unwind." Zeng Ran put the crystal cup on the bedside regardless of Mo Zhongtong's consent.

"Crystal cups, there are not many countries in the world." Mo Zhong said with emotion: "The national treasure that was flaunted by the king back then was used as a container by you, little sister."

"No matter how precious it is, it's just a cup. So what if it's so ingenious, and it's preserved for future generations? The young children of the Zeng family are well-educated, but few of them can become masters. If we leave it to them, if the family changes, it will be a blessing or a curse. .Since it is a doomed disaster, it doesn’t matter if I use it as a vessel to ruin it.”

"Smart words."

Mo Zhong couldn't help laughing, picked up the crystal glass and drank it as water, but forgot to taste it, a glass of water moistened his throat, he tidied up his clothes, got up and glanced at the bookshelf in the bedroom, not seeing the rest Extravagant items.

After picking out a volume of the Zeng family’s interpretation of Confucianism, a sense of nostalgia wells up from the depths of my heart. Bits and pieces of the past are fleeting, and many fragmentary fragments remain in a certain area of ​​my mind.

"The Confucians of the Zeng family, the Confucians of the Confucian family, and the Confucians of the Yan family, are they still arguing about who is orthodox?" Mo Zhong's fingers brushed across the quaint characters, and the traces of ink infiltrated into the chidot have been there for many years.

"Yes, we are still fighting."

Seeing that academics were mentioned, Zeng Ran was also happy to chat with Mo Zhong about court affairs and state affairs, and the academic dispute has been going on for almost a hundred years.

Every school of Confucianism considers itself to be orthodox and dislikes other Confucianism. It is also doomed that she and Yan Boss will have to be at odds since they were born in the full moon. Every gossip of Confucius has to be interpreted in various ways, or they are half-understood. The academics have competed for generation after generation.

"Confucius's descendants claim to be orthodox, but they are of little use. They retreat into the academy and follow the old rules and regulations academically. They don't know that the times are changing, but the people and skills are the same. This is different from sitting and waiting to die." Zeng Ran couldn't help it. Somewhat indignant, recalled the grand occasion of Jixia when he was young, and flashed the words of Confucianism orthodoxy in his mind.

"The art and words of the ancestors are perfect and immutable."

She raised her eyes and said to Mo Zhong: "This is the original words of some people, and it is also the voice of some elders. They are stubborn and afraid of the impact of changes, and they are worried about being surpassed by younger generations and losing their majesty. The ugliness is vividly displayed. Therefore, Zhong Brother, you can understand how difficult it is for me to maintain a family and sail against the current..."

Mo Zhong asked suddenly: "When I was young, when I entered the Confucianism debate, I was scolded by those benevolent and moral old Confucians. Do you remember the first sentence I said?"

Zeng Ran's lips curled up, and he smiled helplessly: "You... are a bunch of pigs."

"Brother Zhong, it was thanks to Yan... my sister argued for you in front of the elders, and then beat Brother Zhong to death with her own hands in front of the elders in order to reduce the hostility." Zeng Ran was instantly full of hostility. , the small universe burning in the black pupils, chakra, armed domineering...