Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"It's okay, it's cute." Yan Ce replied warmly, "I suffered because of my time in prison. If I can make up for it, I can make any request."

any request...

Zifang secretly looked at the eyes of the woman on the side, the eyes fluctuated slightly but quickly converged, and the indifferent face painted the color of reason.

Shangguan put down his fragile writing brush, "I don't know what kind of good attitude His Royal Highness said. If you need a quiet room, the palace next door is free, and usually no outsiders will enter. If you want to pay, please don't stay in my study conduct."

Yan Ce reached under the desk, squeezed her fingers, and clearly wrote "give me some face" in his eyes.

There was a very slight threatening sound from her throat, as if she was allergic, she immediately withdrew her hand and clenched her fingers, her originally indifferent eyes turned slightly serious when she stared over, as if to say "Wait, you will die in a while deal".

"Speak the truth."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, and replied seriously: "His Highness Fusu seems to have been...uneasy, I don't know if this word is accurate."

Yan Ce was stunned, "You mean uneasy?"

"Yes, the prince seems to be absent-mindedly worried about something, and he didn't even ask a few questions about Mr. Fei."

Yan Ce took off the coat from the hanger, "You rest here first, I'll ask His Majesty."

"and many more."

The woman stood up expressionlessly, and opened the locker in the corner.

"Sir?"

"umbrella."

"Ah... I'm leaving."

"Well, if the clothes get dirty, I will kill you."

……

……

"Your Majesty, Mr. Fusu has released the prisoners from the sixth floor prison."

"Ah."

When he was in the deep courtyard of the imperial palace, looking down through the window, he saw the thin rain falling, and there was no sound. The first emperor waved his hand to make the guards back away, and turned to look at the silent old man beside him.

"General, is Fusu really unsuitable to inherit the country?"

"His Majesty……"

Wang Jian had heard such words many times, and he had a little understanding of Shi Huangdi's worries. After washing away the summer heat left by the luxuriant branches, the hall was slightly cold, and he even felt a little urgent to breathe.

"For now, His Highness Fusu remains to be seen."

His Royal Highness Fusu's growth process can be described as bumpy, and his thoughts after returning to China are unpredictable. If he must choose, Wang Jian would like to cooperate with Yan Ce, who knows the basics and has a better relationship.

The first emperor was not surprised when she came to such a conclusion. As she expected, she sighed, "The courtiers are ready to let Yan Ce take the throne and swear allegiance, but he has never accepted it... I am still at ease with him. "

"People change."

Wang Jian looked at the emperor, and did not deliberately avoid key issues in his words because he had a teacher-student relationship with Yan Ce for a period of time.

Moreover, the old man was right.

If one day the prince changes his mind and turns black, no one in the entire Xianyang Palace can say that Yan Ce can 100% control Yan Ce except His Majesty. Although Yan Ce's performance in Qin Dynasty is obvious to all, no one can guarantee the future.

Rather than saying that he is for Qin, it is better to say that he is for a certain person, not to mention that the world is colorful and full of coquettish and bad women, who can say that Yan Ce can withstand the extreme temptation of "harem 365, not repeating the same every day" , even if you can hold the sugar-coated bullets, can you stop the medicine?

Dyeing the cute little prince colorful is already the dream goal of the ladies in Xianyang. Everyone has the pure idea of ​​"the central WIFI is still public, try to connect as much as possible, crack the password, and get enough traffic".

"The general's words are still so objective, but now Fusu is not thinking about the throne bestowed by me, but wants to take it for himself... Yan Ce is coming to me soon."

Chapter 630 Scary Women...

"Your Majesty, the prince is outside the door."

The guard walked into the hall and saluted before replying.

"Let him in."

Close the umbrella and put it outside the hall.

Looking at the old man and the emperor in the hall with inexplicable eyes, Yan Ce was no longer restrained when they first met, his pupils shone with brilliance, and finally converged into his eyes.

Originally, the young man could use his knowledge to intervene in the timeline to some extent, but as he realized that this side of the world was not exactly what he knew, for example, "the former soft girl has entered The world line of Jie Cheng, the prince of the dark system who wants to fight against the first emperor, fluctuates, and this direction is not right at all.

If this pot was carried on his back, at least three Han Fei would be needed.

Yan Ce's usual cooking capacity is only one Han Fei, and he can control the amount of sustainable development very well, while Fu Su is going to use up his resources, wash his husband for nothing, and then sacrifice him completely.

Mr. bears a weight that does not belong to her.

As the nominal prince of the Qin court, Yan Ce does not have the slightest privilege of the crown prince, and he has never admitted this wonderful identity in public. The young man does not think that the emperor's mind can really be open to the point where Yoshiri, mother and son can do it.

Wang Jian maintained an attitude of "unfamiliarity with Yan Ce", and instead of talking to him, he cast his eyes on His Majesty the Emperor.

It was still raining, it was already noon, and there was no sign of clearing up.

After a long silence, the emperor looked down at the young man below, and the tranquility in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Is it about Fusu?"