Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Cool summer nights.

Dead quiet.

Her smooth and slender legs were slightly close together, and the hem of her delicate Chinese clothes covered the hidden part of her knees. She quietly stared at the moon wheel in the sky.

The indifference between the eyebrows was replaced by a trace of melancholy. Today's assassination is not the first time, nor will it be the last.

She wouldn't be stupid enough to pray for God's favor, and she didn't have the confidence to avoid the next assassination. All she could do was to end everything as soon as possible.

Soon, the chaotic world will come to an end.

Slight footsteps sounded behind Ying Zheng, she subconsciously held the hilt of the sword at her waist, her vigilant eyes flashed away, and just turned her head, she saw the young master of the state of Yan walking over.

The vision passed through the long and narrow corridor, leading to the very distant school.

Class at night.

Qin Wangzheng was slightly startled, then realized that Mr. Fei was probably procrastinating again, and smiled lightly: "What did Mr. Fei learn in the first class?"

I stayed in a kneeling posture for an afternoon of self-study classes, and I didn't teach anything, even if I was punished for standing, I wasn't so tired.

Yan Tactics sighed sadly: "It turns out that sitting in class is a kind of happiness."

What is this experience?

Ying Zheng was a bit dumbfounded, and he still hadn't learned the etiquette when meeting the king.

What I saw in the eyes of the young man was not fear and panic, but the indifference of getting along with his peers, which was not bad.

Accompanied by the rising breeze, the treetops swayed slightly, and the silent Xianyang Palace played bursts of cicadas. Yan Ce was lying on the railing outside the palace, looking down along the line of sight of Qin Wangzheng, and the lights were all over the place. .

Without the feasting and feasting of the steel city, there is more indescribable tranquility and peace, with a few strands of dreamy haze added to the darkening night.

The worry of life and death was over, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

King Qin didn't have any follow-up plans to kill him. He could still see that, otherwise it would be impossible for him to accompany the prince to study.

It should be said that it is worthy of the arrogance of the future Great Qin Shi Emperor.

Even the most sensitive son of the Yan Kingdom can tolerate it. If other high-ranking people encounter this kind of assassination, and the relatives who happened to instigate the assassination are still around, they will not change the law.

Now that he lives under the eyes of King Qin, it is not unacceptable to return to the classroom in another way. He has nothing to worry about. Yan Ce, who can feed the whole family by himself and is not hungry, is not particularly obsessed with modern life. After half a month of takeaways, I saved 328. I just finished rushing to the claw machine and contributed to the game company before I could draw the card pool. I feel a little regretful.

"Your Majesty, your daughter doesn't seem to be much younger than you."

As soon as Yan Ce's voice fell, Ying Zheng fell into a long silence, and his eyes became extremely complicated.

After a while, she said slowly, "Fu Su, she's about to get married."

Speaking of Fusu, Ying Zhengmei's soul-stirring appearance was covered with an indescribable helplessness.If one day, she is gone, can this weak heir control the old foxes in the royal court?A weak ruler and a strong minister have always been a harbinger of national turmoil.

Fortunately, she can continue to pave the way for her daughter who is giving her a headache.

"Dear?"

"Your child's eyes are really rude. If it wasn't because you were kind to the widow, you should have been dragged down by the guards just by the tone of your speech." Ying Zheng's tone gradually turned cold, with a bit of coldness and power in his eyes.

The King of Qin was still very concerned about this issue.

Yan Ce felt that he might have accidentally triggered a minefield, should he apologize for dumplings?There is nothing that a meal of dumplings can't solve, and if there is, it must not be dipped in vinegar.

Aside, Ying Zheng rubbed his temples, as if feeling sad because he was going to spread his anger on a child.

She asked, "The widow asks you, can the connection of blood lines fully entrust each other's beliefs?"

"For the throne, the son kills the father, the brother kills the brother; for the survival, changing the son for food, selling the daughter to survive, does blood really matter? Widows have also experienced real flesh and blood for the sake of power, but they have also seen non-relatives. It's better than a blood relative's family."

She repeated, "Are you saying the blood connection is really important?"

There was a nostalgia in his deep eyes, and his thoughts were overwhelmed by precious memories, but it was not pain and impatience, but a warm experience like a spring breeze.

Ying Zheng wiped the dust off his cuffs, walked to Yan Ce's side, raised a confident arc, and knocked on his forehead wickedly.

"The widow said that Fusu is the widow's daughter, and that's it."

"Fusu can't be questioned by anyone except the widow, understand?"

"Oh……"

From Qin Wangzheng's slightly domineering words, Yan Ce seemed to perceive that there was no problem with the general trend of this time and space, but there were subtle deviations from the time and space he knew in every small detail, and he felt as if he knew some great public secrets.

Ying Zheng smiled lightly and said, "Yan Ce, why don't the widow make a deal with you?"

"what?"

Yan Ce obviously didn't realize what Ying Zheng was planning to play, and was stunned for a moment.

"How about if you can make Fusu learn how to become a qualified king, and the widow will agree to one of your requests?"

Inexplicably feels like an RPG game, achieve a certain achievement, and then find the task NPC Ying Zheng to receive the task reward, the reward of the future emperor.

Yan Ce involuntarily put his gaze on her plump and straight chest, and immediately averted his disrespectful gaze, looking a little embarrassed.

What is wrong with you?No offense... Ignore it, this sentence is accurate and perfect, the language teacher can eat dumplings with a smile on Jiuquan.

"Mr. Fei is teaching Young Master Fusu, you think I'm better than Mr. Fei—"

"of course not."