Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Facts have proved that you are indeed stronger than Fusu."

Hearing this, Yan Ce, who was sitting on the other side, gradually became a little helpless, "There is no reasonable way for Fu Su to ascend to the throne of God..."

She didn't need to lie in good faith, and responded directly: "No."

"The alternation of royal power is the most complicated, but it is also the simplest, and it cannot be bypassed by the weak."

"..."

Yan Ce fell into deep thought.

Miss Lingshi's cheeks were pale pink, and when she saw Yan Ce who was caressing something unconsciously, there was a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.

"Also, how long are you going to touch my legs, foot fetish prince."

"Missed..."

Yan Ce let go of his hand, and the unknowingly crossing the boundary was a bit embarrassing.

Miss Lingshi, who was dressed coolly, was also stained with sweat, some of her own, and some of it was accidentally stained on Yan Ce's back. The curve of her neck was slightly damp, and through the light that folded into the room, her collarbone was delicate. The curves of the shirt revealed a white color through the shirt, which was sticky, and she pinched the collar uncomfortably and pulled it.

And Yan Ce blinked at the side, like a stone, she didn't know what she was thinking, she squinted her eyes and looked at him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yan Ce took a small round mirror from the table and held it in front of her.

"Aren't you pretty when you've softened up?"

It looks like the winter snow is melting.

Frowning brows paired with delicate and beautiful facial features, exudes no longer the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Although her expression was not very gentle, Miss Lingshi's attitude towards Yan Ce did not look like pure disgust at all.

She lightly pushed Yan Ce's hand away.

"……boring."

Chapter 620 The Probability of Adding the Yellow Robe

After Miss Lingshi applied the medicine and was ready to rest, Yan Ce took the initiative to find an excuse to leave. The ankle injury was not serious, but it was better to rest. If he stayed longer, Shangguan's blood pressure might rise again. Yan Ce did not want to die young.

The chaotic timeline has wiped out his foreseeable advantages, and the times are speeding up. The first emperor of Bolangsha was assassinated, and he succeeded in abducting the boss with full potential. …At this moment, it is clear that the timeline has shifted, and now he is in an extremely embarrassing situation.

The successor to the emperor, first of all, is super reluctant in name, not to mention that Fusu is still "eyeing" on the throne, he doesn't want to be emperor at all, just as Miss Lingshi said before, other ministers believe that "Yan Xiaoce has the appearance of a great emperor" ", only Yan Ce himself knows that he has the posture of a great emperor with a fluffy ball, and he is completely carried out by a set of "I think it should be so neat" action program.

Now, what Yan Ce should worry about is that one day a "sensible" minister will come and add a whole yellow robe to him. When he wakes up, Emperor Shihuang and Fusu will be too embarrassed. The preparations, the soul-calling banners, and the white linen clothes were all prepared for the little princess Fusu in advance, and she waited for the day Fusu died to show her loyalty.

"What's all this called?"

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Yan Ce deliberately avoided the shortest route to Huinuan Pavilion, and made a detour around the place where Fusu was suspected to have appeared.

"Your Highness, you are back."

Armed National War Assassin Jis stood in the shadow of the Snappers and bowed down to salute the boy.

"Fusu is okay."

Yan Ce walked to the table and poured a glass of water for each of the Assassin girls. Seeing their flattered faces, Yue Mo got used to it.

The girl, the leader of the National Memorial Team, gave a thumbs up, showing her small white teeth, "Mr. Fu Su, he hasn't even lost a single hair."

All members of the National Memorial have heard the prelude to victory.

The magnificent epic of the ghost plotting the prince's comeback.

It is said that he is a careerist with no plans.

The nobles with noble blood witnessed the birth of the legend. The young man with unparalleled power and strategy in the mouth of the middle-class nobles who ruled the world is the lord they are loyal to.

All the evidence proves that the young man can take the throne, but Fusu lost in the battle for royal power and lost his initiative. In addition, the first emperor was more optimistic about Yan Ce.

"Very good." After straightening the reclining chair, Yan Ce lazily held the teacup, and as the reclining chair shook slightly, his vision gradually blurred, and he yawned softly, "Now, you all take my seal to assassinate Fusu .”

The Assassin Girls looked at each other, as if they didn't understand why the prince needed to make things difficult for him at this time, and hesitated whether to obey the order.

"Your Highness, Young Master Fusu doesn't pose any threat to her. Do I need to get rid of her? And it's done in the palace."

"Your Highness, why?"

"Go to prison and cool off."

Yan Ce squirmed from the reclining chair and stood up like a fluid, "Just go to Fusu's side and put on a show later, she will understand. Throw my seal and weapons at the door casually, and find someone else after throwing them away." It’s enough to keep out of the heat.”

"... Where's Your Highness?"

"Go surrender."

War:"……"

Go to the prison to hide, only the prison is his circle of destiny, entering the prison is equivalent to going home, and the restless heart can definitely be at ease.

Yan Ce grabbed several large stacks of documents submitted by the research institute, stuffed them into his luggage, and just opened the furskin, a luxurious and heavy black robe, black with red, the same style as Emperor Shi Huang with a slight improvement, completely fit his body size .

Yan Ce's heart became half cold in an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

MMP, take all precautions. After all, there is nothing to guard against. I took a look at the silk that was secretly hidden in the sleeves. It is the declaration of allegiance of the members of the Revolutionary New Party. There are patterns that the royal family can embroider, symbolizing their reverence for the youth as the mentor of the reform party.