Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"You're still a child," she said.

It was like talking to Yan Ce, like talking to himself.

"what……?"

Yan Ce was completely unable to turn around and looked at Ying Zheng with a puzzled face.

"Tonight, sort out the gifts you have prepared and give them to the widow."

Ying Zheng turned around as if nothing had happened, brushed his long hair behind his back, and walked towards Xianyang step by step.

Otherwise, don't sleep.

Chapter 55 New Transformation

That night.

Xianyang, restaurant.

In the lively restaurant, from time to time, scholars stepped into it and ordered some food. The cold long wind blew through the small window and blew the dim candlelight. The restaurant owner was a flexible middle-aged fat man with an apron around his waist. Shuttle in the small shop to serve dishes, add lamp oil to the diners.

The boss showed a naive smile, placed the guests' dishes on the table one after another, and said, "The guests' dishes are all ready, you are really good at seeing, the special flavor of Yandi is only available in small shops."

In an inconspicuous corner, Yan Xuan, the envoy of the State of Yan, knelt down on the soft cushion and sat opposite his righteous daughter Yu at a small table. There were several kinds of side dishes with Yan's characteristics, two bowls of salted bean soup, and two dishes. Deputy tableware.

Yan Xuan showed a polite smile and said, "I never wanted to live in Xianyang and still taste the flavor of my homeland, so I should drink a bottle."

"Drink, drink."

The boss smiled kindly, and after a few words of greetings, he hurried to the back kitchen.

Very authentic, incredible.

Yu's tender and fair fingers held the chopsticks tremblingly, and her inorganic pupils revealed a little sadness for some reason.

The chopsticks hang in the air for a long time.

Yu Qiang resisted the desire to overturn the small table and put down his chopsticks heavily.

"This is what my foster father ordered."

After speaking, Yu silently covered her eyes. If it wasn't for the reason of the three no-ones, she would like to use "special" as the modifier prefix for all verbs.

Yan Xuan straightened his spine, picked up a spoon and scooped out a piece of bean soup and put it in his mouth, with a calm expression, after hearing the words of the righteous daughter, he chewed a little bit and said, "The taste is exactly the same as Yandi, so don't worry about not being used to it. "

Yu took a deep breath, raised his tender and lovely face, pointed to the salted vegetable leaves in the plate, and said expressionlessly, "Just eat this?"

"Well, it tastes pretty good, and it's not expensive."

With that said, Yan Xuan took away the only piece of meat in the small dish of salted vegetable leaves in front of the righteous girl's table.

"I can't get married..."

Yu lowered his head and looked at the small tablet with no curvature in front of his chest. The look of his pupils faded a lot in an instant, as if he had seen a future that was not worth looking forward to.

"how could be--"

The middle-aged uncle glanced at the distant Xianyang Palace through the window, standing majestically as usual, so solemn that one could hardly breathe.

"After all, you are my daughter."

The voice was gentle but could not hide the coldness that permeated him, as if an unspeakable smell of blood oozes from the inside out.

There was only the remnant of the wind flowing through the ancient branches, Yu tilted his head, and his expression changed in an instant.

When the country is broken and people die, you can still sit in a restaurant without rushing.

"So it is."

she replied.

Amidst the sparse chatter, the man in Chinese clothes dressed as a businessman buried himself in the threshold, looked left and right for a while, and his calm gaze finally settled on the envoy Yan Xuan.

The man walked unhurriedly to Yan Xuan's side, straightened his sleeves naturally, and secretly took out a small piece of cloth and stuffed it into Yan Xuan's hand.

He turned around and said to the busy boss behind him, "Here's a bowl of bean soup."

"Okay!" The boss responded without raising his head.

The next moment, the man in Chinese clothing silently sat in the seat next to Yan Xuan, poured himself a drink, and the subtle conversations around him could not arouse the slightest touch of him.

Yan Xuan raised the corner of his mouth, pulled the lamp in a little bit, used the lampstand to block the vague surveillance around him, slammed the cloth strip in his palm, glanced at it, and flicked the cloth strip into the depths of his cuff calmly with his fingers.

- Han court has been chaotic

Yu's little hand swiped up and down from the chest/belly to the lower abdomen, and there was no uneven soft touch at all. The girl lowered her eyes and saw a table of green food, which was enough to make all carnivorous creatures despair.

"It won't work if you just raise me like this. It won't grow up in the future, and it won't be easy to sell."

Yu bit his chopsticks expressionlessly, trying to change Yan Xuan's ideological policy for his poor adopted daughter, saying, "If you raise him like this, you will lose a gentle and lovely daughter forever."

Yan Xuan picked up a piece of green vegetable from the plate and put it into his mouth, smiled and said, "No, the foster father thinks that if he raises you too well, he will most likely lose money. Do you think so, little wolf cub."

"Tsk..."

Facing his adoptive father's indifferent smiling mask, Yu's face sank, and the next moment he returned to his normal appearance.

The girl straightened her upper body earnestly, blinked her eyes, and said loudly, "A girl as cute as me can't just eat these."