Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Curiosity." After thinking for a moment, she added: "Curiosity about how far people with naive ideals can go. People like Gongzi Ce are too rare."

"Just like that?"

"Well... yes."

The emperor's pupils were full of serious scrutiny, she pondered the rationality of the reason, referring to her cold personality, there seemed to be no doubts.

"Retire today and adjust, and return to the palace tomorrow to return to work." Immediately after closing the letter, the emperor raised his eyes and said, "I will handle the rest by myself."

"……promise."

Familiar with His Majesty, she could hear the complicated meaning in the emperor's mouth, maybe she didn't even notice it, and her reply was a second slower than usual.

Then Miss Lingshi saw the emperor standing up slowly, walking down the steps, and walking towards Yan Ce's single dormitory. The imperial guards who were responsible for guarding His Majesty's safety guarded the stairs, and no one was allowed to go forward.

She lit the candles in the room, tilted her head, and the indifferent face with a slight frown was reflected in the bronze mirror, and she couldn't tell what she was thinking.

pS: There is a next update, but the time is uncertain.

Chapter 460 The Sixth Most Beautiful Boy in Prison

The first ray of warm sunlight slanted into the private room on the top floor. It is a prison in name, but it is actually configured like a VIP room in a hotel. The only thing that is redundant is a closed prison door. Ce's heart beat faster inexplicably.

His keen intuition told him something was wrong.

The ticking sound of the copper leak indicates the passage of time, until the locked door opens with a "squeak".

His Majesty the Emperor, whom he had not seen for a long time, opened the door and walked in. He was dressed in a simple black dress without a crown, and his long black hair naturally fell like a waterfall. The cool colors enhanced the inherent solemnity and coercion.

The difference from the past is that there is less warmth and more decisiveness as a monarch.

Before entering Hanguguan, Yan Ce simulated the scene of the next meeting countless times, thinking about what kind of questions she asked, how to answer them, and how to speak eloquently about the near-death and survival of the party. How to boast of the strange things he saw and heard on the road.

however.

When they actually met again, Yan Ce realized that what he wanted to do was... Let him prepare for a while, just 5 minutes.

No matter how much mental preparation they have made, it will be of no use when they actually meet again. During the brief exchange of glances, the young man coughed twice to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Take off your shirt."

She said.

"Your Majesty, take off your shirt, now?"

Ying Zheng nodded and didn't say another word.

"That...haha, I'm a little shy." Yan Ce took half a step back and smiled awkwardly.

"I have very little time today."

The moment he finished speaking, he pulled out the Dingqin sword that often appeared as a sacrificial vessel. Ying Zheng's eyes were piercing, and he gave Yan Ce three to five seconds to react, and then the sword lighted up like autumn water.

There was a faint layer of frost on the sword, and an astonishing coldness could be felt not far away.

When the sword is raised, it seems to split the air.

And Tai Ah was placed on the table on the left hand side, and now there is no time to change hands to get it, Yan Ce had no choice but to take another half step, and pulled out Tai Ah with his left hand.

In an instant, the long sword buzzed.

Tai'a was knocked away and hit the case. He was defeated without any suspense, and the tip of the sword cut through the boy's left sleeve.

The permanent long and narrow scar left on his left arm looked a bit hideous.

The slender fingers gently stroked the healed wound, which was a wound that had been torn by a sharp weapon not long ago. The warm fingertips fell on the skin, itching, Yan Ce missed his head, and couldn't help but secretly observe her expression.

"You still lied to me."

The cold aura just now returned to tranquility. She still remembered that Yan Ce swore that he would not bleed, but he was so seriously injured that he tried to heal outside the country before returning home.

"...This was an accident." Yan Ce continued: "Occasionally there will be deviations, but it is not necessarily a bad thing. This injury has scared the nobles of Qidi, otherwise the push-in order will not be so smooth. , if Qin Guan goes to Qi now, at least he won't be completely ignored, which is beneficial to Qin..."

The boy, Balabala, made a lot of sense, but the intention of breaking the topic didn't help at all.

Pressing the edge of the wound lightly with her fingertips, she looked at Yan Ce whose expression changed suddenly, and asked, "What if the next time it is a fatal injury? Should I prepare a box to contain your ashes?"

"Your Majesty, I think it can be rescued, so don't burn it." Yan Ce relaxed a little, and sat against the wall.

But His Majesty's next sentence made Yan Ce face a big "danger".

"What happened secretly between you and my female officer?"

She asked calmly, as if asking about a trivial matter.

"No."

Yan Ce replied seriously and definitely, there was a bit of weird beauty hidden inside this question.

what happened?How should I answer this? Is this a fraud, or does it mean that Ying Zheng has obtained perjury to frame him.

"She seems to have lied."

Ying Zheng's voice was already as majestic and tender as the boy remembered, but the content made Yan Ce feel bad.

"Of course, it can also be said that I didn't lie, but I just concealed it appropriately. The person I single-handedly knows is much better than you, and I can feel the slight difference from the usual."

Gradually, the emperor's voice became solemn.