Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce subconsciously turned her head to look in the direction of the girl named Yu. Although it was early summer, Yu was still wrapped in a dark red cloak, and almost all of her tender and fair skin was hidden in her clothes.

The early summer sun shines on Yu's face through the gaps in the branches and leaves, making the girl's expression more indifferent and indifferent, exuding an air that makes you want to appreciate it involuntarily.

In the boy's mind, an ultra-clear annual action drama with the title of "dirty" was instantly constructed. Countless positions and postures were played in turn for 24 hours, and the pornography and harmony indexes were all properly at five stars.

Yan Ce hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "Although it sounds good, but—"

In Yan Xuan's opinion, the fact that Gongzi Ce didn't scold him means that this young man is definitely not a Longyang lover who cannot be corrupted by girls. The middle-aged uncle showed an ambiguous smile and stopped him: "No but! In this matter, my uncle is in charge. ."

Yu's eyes were a little sharp, and his inorganic pupils met the boy's gaze.

This time, her expression was even colder, and her gaze towards Yan Ce also became extremely indifferent, as if she had placed the son-in-law on the same position as his adoptive father.

Compared with non-recyclable garbage, it has a slightly higher status, which is about equal to recyclable garbage.

Yu or heard something, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he sneered: "Scum."

What the hell!

Yan Ce felt as if he was despised by a little girl.

I have absolutely no intention of marrying a little girl to play and cultivate, but anyone who dares to challenge the limit of King Qin's tolerance will be hacked to death by King Qin himself for disrupting the palace.

As a loyal and loyal young man, it is impossible for him to look forward to the sweet and seductive harem life, and he is not willing to give up his favorite goal and pursue her instead.

However, due to uncontrolled biological instincts, Yan Ce inevitably thinks about the ultimate dream of a boy, changing a girl on the bed every day, seven days a week, different moods every day, and even unlocking the achievement of the whole picture book, it's not too dreamy .

The traces of strange emotions in the boy's eyes were completely caught in Yan Xuan's eyes. He had already expected the scene that the boy would accept with half a push. Although he sacrificed a lot and felt a lot of heartache, he finally achieved his goal.

After he had negotiated with the King of Qin for peace and marriage, he would cede the land and compensate. As long as Yan Ce did not make trouble after the incident and refused to marry, the King of Qin would have no reason to continue destroying Yan.

For Yan Gongzi Ce, the result of the marriage was beneficial and harmless, and it was still buy-one-get-one-free.

but.

That kind of life may be interesting, and maybe the plot of the wet book page after page is enviable, but it is not suitable for him, and wanting it does not mean that it must be possessed.

The young man closed his confused eyes, habitually stroked the ring he never took off, and smiled lightly.

Yan Ce said loudly, "I made a promise with a certain woman. She said that as long as she could fulfill that promise, she would promise me."

"So, why don't you agree?"

The middle-aged uncle had an ominous premonition in his heart.

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Royal Court Room.

Ying Zheng ignored the spread of bamboo slips and stared at the flowers blooming and falling under the vast sky. After all, the time alone was long and lonely.

Wang is also a human being, and sometimes he can be a little lonely.

She said, "Where's the envoy of Yan State?"

The palace maid who had collected the booklet put down her hand and saluted immediately, and replied respectfully, "According to the reports from the guards, the envoy has already entered the Xianyang Palace, and it should be the time, or it was delayed on the way for some reason, Your Majesty, do you want to rush ."

She said lightly: "Forget it, the widow just wanted to go out for a walk."

Yu Yin Fang Luo, the king of Qin in Chinese clothes, slowly walked outside the royal court, his long black hair fluttering.

She put her hand lightly on the hilt of the sword.

All the attendants held their breaths, and no sound came out again.

She stood in the highest hall and looked at the end of the field of vision, and the rolling Weishui reflected in her pupils.

The thoughts were so chaotic that it was indescribable.

The daughter's attitude today, and the boy's attitude toward her, the scene flashed in her mind like a flash of light, and she couldn't help feeling a headache when she thought of the words that the boy tried to say but couldn't convey.

Her daughter's heartbroken appearance of a sudden collapse of her worldview made her really not know how to explain the marriage contract.

Now, it is an established fact that you cannot marry the country of Yan.

Yu Gong, Gongzi Ce cannot be used as a bargaining chip and an excuse for Yan State to seek peace and delay the pace of reunification.

In private, she hopes... that someone can respond to her expectations.

The long boots stepped on the cold slate, and the woman passed by Mr. Fei's school unknowingly.

There were a lot of people standing outside the supposedly clean school gate. The guards and palace maids who guarded the royal court were all leaning over and saluting.

Yu tilted his head and looked at the target of her planned assassination dumbly. After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​being buried with the Yan Kingdom. She was from the stronger country.

When Miss Lingshi saw King Qin, a vigilant look flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't say anything. She just bent down humbly and whispered, "Your Majesty."

She nodded lightly, "Yes."

A familiar young voice came from the school building, Ying Zheng approached slowly, and his voice became clearer.

"Because I won't give up until someone completely rejects me!"

"..."

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, then his cold and arrogant expression was no longer so cold.