Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

When the commander-in-chief of the Great Qin reminisced about the youth in the past, he couldn't help but sigh, the young man was already an old man with a white head.

"Your Majesty laughed. I am old and can't do it anymore. I just like to remember."

The First Emperor himself filled the wine bowl, "Don't say such things about the generals on the battlefield. It will leave a bad impression on the children of the next generation as a hero."

"Your Majesty, I am old..."

The old man looked at the old wooden pier in the corner of the courtyard, and said plainly: "When I was young, the tree was as tall as me. Every year I would carve a line on the bark to record my height. to think about."

"If the general really thinks he is old, why would he tell Master Yan about Zhao Tuo's movements?" Ying Zheng glanced at Yan Ce and said freely, "Despite all kinds of plans, I still lost to the hearts of the people."

Without Yan Ce trying to find ways to change the times, there would be no Yan and Mo helping each other without asking for anything in return, let alone Yan Qing stopping the deputy commander alone, Yan Ce would have no chance of avoiding eternal imprisonment.

"Who does the general think is more suitable for the throne?"

This is a standard gift proposition, if asked this kind of question in front of Fusu and Yan Ce, the stupid roe deer of the Zeng family would not respond easily.How does Commander Daqin respond to this?

Fusu is appointed by His Majesty with a natural advantage and great room for advancement, while Yan Ce came from behind, and his relationship with His Majesty is so complicated that it cannot be explained. No objection is possible.Fusu is steady and steady, and has the potential to govern the world. Yan Ce is highly random, but it has the possibility of creating a prosperous world. There are two extremes.

Answer truthfully, these two children are not very good, it would be better for His Majesty to find someone who is pleasing to the eye and give birth to a gene, and treat them as if they don't exist; or let Fusu and Yan Ce give birth to an intermediate child.

After finishing speaking, the year of Wang Jian's birth and death will be determined immediately.

"Your Majesty is serious?"

"Yes."

"No matter how you answer, His Majesty will not be satisfied, and the old man still doesn't answer."

Wang Jian thought that if His Majesty continued to discuss this topic, he could consider getting drunk and fleeing for a while, but he was a little strange when he saw the calm and calm attitude of the prince's girl. His gaze is not so much listening and thinking, it is more accurate to call it nostalgia.

But Yan Ce's expression is much more normal, the more abnormal he is, the more normal he is, he seems to be a steady old dog, but in fact he is flustered, at least he looks natural.

"The general has taught Yan Ce for a while, so maybe he will be more inclined to Yan Ce to inherit my throne."

The First Emperor clinked glasses with Wang Jian.

Facing His Majesty's forced division of camps, Wang Jian said unfeelingly: "Without the church, there will be no teacher-student friendship. The prince and I have no personal relationship. Your Majesty may refer to Mr. Fei's opinions on national affairs. Mr. Fei is a great talent born in the world, and there must be high opinions." .”

On the side, Fusu reminded with a smile: "Mr. has been involved in some cases and has resigned from his post to accept the investigation of the Criminal and Prison Department."

"..."

The co-author of your family, Han Fei, has sacrificed to block the gun!

Wang Jian glanced at Yan Ce, who showed an innocent expression.

Wang Jian played the spirit of "Wang's non-stick pan" and pushed the pot again, "Ting Wei Li Si has always been talented, and it has been obvious to all since he entered Qin Dynasty. He can be the prime minister. Your Majesty may ask her for advice."

Since Lord Tingwei's prime minister's term is calculated by minutes, the semi-retired general doesn't know much about the subtle changes in the royal court.

The First Emperor drank without saying a word, but Fusu still opened his mouth to explain: "Ting Wei Li Si also has some cases, which are being investigated."

"..."

Ting Wei is the head of the Criminal and Prison Department, so check yourself, are you free?

Wang Jian glanced at Yan Ce again, and Yan Ce blinked innocently.

"Your Majesty, Wang Hui, the last prime minister, can not lose to others. It is worthy of asking."

The first emperor raised his wine bowl and drank it all.

Fusu responded: "... General, Mr. Wang Hui left Xianyang with his family on the same day Mr. Tingwei was imprisoned."

Wang Jian stared at Yan Ce for a long time, as if looking at a "Prime Minister Crusher".

Yan Ce looked up at the moon, "I have nothing to do with you".

Son, you have finished defeating the prime minister, you really can't beat it!

You can't find a suitable person to take the blame for you, so let His Majesty the First Emperor bring in Commander Daqin, who has only been a teacher for a few days, to be with Han Fei!

Chapter 630 Who Is The Winner

Han Fei's life was miserable.

There was such a student, He Chou, who died in an uneasy manner. It stands to reason that the higher the position, the less he would believe in the theory of fate, but the appearance of Yan Ce broke the materialism cast by Wang Jian's life experience.

Some people beat their parents, relatives and friends. Since the writing and civilization, it is the first time that someone is in charge of defeating a position. In less than two years, he defeated three prime ministers. Wang Jian now wonders if Yan Ce's room is full of little straw figures Specialized in cursing.

This kid is still an iron-headed kid who goes to school and can't drop out of school. His behavior is unpredictable, so it's not surprising that he can do some weird spells.

But the highest civil position has been suppressed, and the military officer has begun to be suppressed. Could it be that Yan Ce’s superior position is changed by the three lords, otherwise there will not be enough people, the prime minister of the water, the emperor of the iron... Every day, the position of the prime minister is a new face, um, it is very fresh. .

The old man sighed, "Your Majesty,"

"I planned to let Fusu ascend the throne, but in the end I failed due to an accident. Can't I find someone to vent my anger on?"

The emperor shook the jug and drank it in one gulp. The wine flowed from the corner of his mouth to his snow-white neck and wet his neckline. After drinking, his cheeks were stained with a slightly drunken color, but his eyes were as cold and clear as ever.

"Your Majesty, you said you were drinking with the old man, but in fact you have a grudge." Wang Jian sighed.

"The Yan family has never been an official, so how can I find trouble with a commoner?"

With a helpless expression, she looked at the old man in front of her. It was rare to see the general deflated. She admired it for a moment, and then continued: "Although I have a small desire for revenge, but I also want to know that if the general really arrives, I have to choose For a while, who are you willing to help?"

The first emperor's inquiry ruthlessly defeated the general's idea of ​​changing the subject. Candidates for the throne are her most concerned issues at the moment. The best choice for this country is the smooth marriage of the prince and daughter, but judging from the wishes of the two, it is almost impossible. up.