Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Thirty centimeters... fifteen centimeters...

down to the last five centimeters.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty is here to visit you."

The whispering sound outside the door made it impossible to get any closer.

The world was vaguely quiet for a second.

There are countless wild horses galloping across the grassland in my heart, and the unwillingness overflows from the corners of the eyes to the corners of the mouth. If there is anything that is not counted, it is probably only the mother's love for her.

Facing successive failures, Emperor Shihuang came to visit a wave of mental journeys, lighting a bright light for the girl's confused life.

Then, the first emperor slipped his hand and lit a row of green lights, all kinds of patterns without repetition, bright enough, but the color is too healthy.

If this is a dream, the protagonist of the dream must not be her.

"What a coincidence."

Her vision returned to normal, and seeing the boy dying, she sighed softly, bent down to pick up the long black dress, and put it on with her back to Yan Ce.

"Nearly."

She said.

"There are still many things I want to tell you. It seems that there will be no chance."

Before Yan Ce was ready to ask questions, Fusu left the young man on his own initiative. Following the sound of the door being pushed open, the young girl bowed down and saluted respectfully, showing no sign of regret or unwillingness.

Seeing this, Yan Ce didn't have time to think about the excuse for having a private meeting with his "fiancée" in the middle of the night, but when he thought that he needed an excuse to meet Fusu, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Fusu, you—huh?"

Ying Zheng was busy with a series of messes, and the tiredness in her eyes couldn't get rid of. Seeing Yan Ce was there, she was startled.

The emperor looked at the fully clothed two people, and then looked far away to scan the white and brand new sheets, thoughtfully.

"It just so happens that you and Yan Ce are both here, so I don't need to make a special trip."

"what?"

Yan Ce glanced at the stern-looking Emperor with slightly strange eyes, and his heart became more and more complicated.

The emperor's attitude was so subtle that it was difficult to guess. Fusu was just preparing to create a complete cell with him, and in the true sense, cultivate successors from the level of base pair arrangement.

The mortal flag has been planted all over the Qingqing field, but his Majesty didn't react at all. He has 1 confidences to believe that His Majesty will make a complete liquidation afterwards, and it is a merciless knowing crit, 999 with one knife.

Pity my husband... I have lost a teacher and friend who can shadow the younger generation.

Yan Ce lacked a particularly good pot, just like losing his hands, he had to think twice before doing anything.

"Follow me to see the general. Don't ask any unnecessary questions. You will know when you get there."

Fusu obediently followed behind the emperor, as if he had returned to the era of the gentle and sweet baby. Only Yan Ce knew that the times had changed, from the light to the chaotic evil camp, he would have been inadvertently opened for a few seconds Maybe, the boy is now more and more puzzled by Fusu's thoughts.

Destined, destiny, sooner or later belongs to her throne, it is not a family ethics drama in which the black tyrant challenges the first emperor.

With anxiety in mind, I took the same car with His Majesty the Emperor and Fusu, and arrived at Wang Jian's mansion late at night under the protection of a team of armed guards.

The silent alley has no sound, nor any "eyes", at least it seems so.

Then, Wang Jian went out to meet him, and saw Fusu and Yan Ce came to the door of the house with the emperor.

It feels like seeing "a sniper pulls out a Gatling stick to his forehead", "stuffs two catties of arsenic fried meat into his mouth for takeaway", "eat two catties of dumplings without stuffing"... from I don't want to say it's bad at the root.

The First Emperor took the jug from the imperial guards and threw it to Wang Jian.

"General, I have come to drink with you."

pS: The instructor said that it is enough to change a little bit, but I changed it six times from ten o'clock to eight o'clock at night. Fortunately, there is still enough time to make up the update, and the next update will be in the early morning.

Chapter 630

Welcoming His Majesty the First Emperor, the old man glanced at the prince every few seconds. The mansion was clean and tidy, and the courtyard was quickly cleared under the high efficiency of the imperial guards. Tables, wine and dishes were placed in the room, and the front door was wide open. The scenery swaying in the wind spills into the courtyard.

One is a general, and the other is the Great Qin Shihuang. Yan Ce and Fu Su don't even have a place to sit, and stand aside as decorations.

The old man poured wine for the emperor himself, and instead of a wine bottle at home, he simply replaced it with a more heroic bowl. Although he had actually retired from the position of commander-in-chief of the Great Qin Dynasty, he hadn't done a complete cut in name, otherwise it wouldn't be a big deal. Staying in Xianyang City, there is no sadness or joy on the face full of vicissitudes, and the solemnity of the remaining soldiers exaggerates the atmosphere of silence.

After a while, the old man broke the tranquility, "Your Majesty, let me have a drink with the old man. The crown prince and the prince will accompany you. There is not enough wine."

Ying Zheng picked up the bowl and said with a smile, "Wine is for grown-ups. If you are young, what kind of wine should you drink?"

After drinking a bowl and wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, Shi Huang said: "Old General, it is rumored that you have a very good relationship with the Yan family, and there are even rumors that the general had entanglements with Zeng Zheng, the father of Zeng Ran, the current head of the Zeng family."

The magical family with many honorary titles such as "A Family of Lost Dogs" and "Hundred Years of Green Plum" is definitely an indelible past in Wang Jian's life. If Zeng Zheng hadn't been a hindrance, maybe he could have a good memory with Yan Qing's mother?

Who doesn't admire the generation of great women who have reorganized Confucianism for ten years, and the literature has risen to the decline of the country, but who would have thought that the stupid Zeng family would be so stupid that he blocked Wang Jian alone, and in the end let a The "wild monkey" from Jixia Academy stole the house.

Let's just say that this roe deer has the nerve to include the word "正" in his mother's name, and he walks in crooked ways, and when he thinks of him, he feels bad luck.

It is impossible for Wang Jian to forget the embarrassing thing about wiping tears from the backs of couples during the wedding.

The look of reminiscence in the eyes of the old man is faintly visible, "Mr. Zeng and Mr. Yan are my old friends, and they have a very good relationship with me."

While speaking, he seemed to remember that the Zeng family was loyal to Yan Ce, so that Qi land was returned to the Qin land without bloodshed. At first sight, a consensus is reached to pledge allegiance to an "unknown number".

"How many heroes in the world have been involved in the entanglement between the Zeng and Yan families..."