Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"it is good."

Yan Ce changed his posture, lying on the bed in a position where the force was even, watching the dark clouds gather, and there was a faint smell of saponin on the sheets, which was quite pleasant.

"..."

Her complexion was very bad, she stared at the young man with unwavering eyes as if looking at a flexible corpse, and the official didn't say anything vicious in front of the ovary, just to take care of the face of the lord.

"Come down."

"Let me rest for a while." Yan Ce closed his eyes and said calmly, "It seems that I haven't slept peacefully for a long time."

"My lord... I will take my leave first."

Zifang quietly glanced at Miss Lingshi's face, held back many question marks and left, trying not to imagine how corrupt the lord's private life is, she chose not to touch the taboo area, otherwise she would definitely turn into a strange shape .

"It's all because you are too scary and scared away my future prime minister."

"is it?"

She said: "You should pay attention to the matter of the crown prince. She is serious about the throne. If you still have naive thoughts, His Majesty can't help you."

Miss Ling Shi's slightly damp clothes stuck to her skin, she frowned uncomfortably, and looked out the window.

Yan Ce said, "Do me a favor."

"Say."

Miss Lingshi saw that he didn't roll back and forth with his quilt, so she didn't bother to mention the matter of letting him roll down. She opened the closet and found some spare clothes, and compared them a little.

Yan Ce turned over and stared at the indifferent woman, "I'm going to give a report to His Majesty tonight, can you—"

"No."

The refusal was clean and neat, and accompanied by the ice-cold voice, there was the slight movement of closing the closet.

"I think you are more experienced in this area, and there are not many people I can trust."

"..."

The time of silence extended to the moment when the rain stopped.

"The report is simply written as I write."

She knelt down in front of the table, tapped her fingers twice, her voice was cool.

"Is the ear broken? Come here quickly."

The neat and beautiful Xiaozhuan quickly unfolded in sight. The woman dipped the pen into the ink and made a simple draft. She looked up and saw Yan Ce who was already sitting opposite.

Pointing his index finger on his wrist, he raised it a little.

"Pen-holding posture, I have said it several times."

"so?"

The index finger touched the index finger and hooked outwards. Concentration was written on the delicate face. From time to time, he pressed down the young man's finger and pressed it down, as if he was about to hold it in the palm of his hand. The moment the skin touched, he quietly separated.

"It's too stiff, let it go, don't you have any shame for such an ugly word?"

The woman fixed Yan Ce's posture, he held the same pen with her hand, and then released it lightly.

"Okay, don't move."

Yan Ce nodded, sure enough, his heart rate was a little bit wrong.

And she could see the boy's face change, he cut his hair behind his ears to expose his neck, and looked away a little.

"I read, you write." She said, "I will read slowly, and the posture of holding the pen must not be messed up, otherwise I will rewrite."

"Where did you come from, Mr. Calligraphy?" Yan Ce complained.

She narrowed her eyes, held her chin up, and raised her pink lips.

"so what?"

"Hello, Teacher Shangguan." Yan Ce lowered his figure resolutely, with a serious face, "Thank you, Teacher Shangguan."

The result of the harmonious discussion finally made Miss Shi gain the upper hand, and then there was a long process of practicing pens.

"Rewrite."

"I think this word is pretty good." Yan Ce retorted.

She adjusted Yan Ce's unknowingly falling wrist, and as the moisture evaporated, the white sleeveless shirt clinged to her body, and she could vaguely see the skin. Fortunately, the young man still had basic self-discipline, and his eyes didn't wander around.

"If the ear is broken, will it still affect the eyes?"

"It's too hurtful, but you are the only one who is strict with me. Be accommodating, Mr. Shangguan."

She felt that what Yan Ce said made sense, and then said, "Hmm...rewrite."

Yan Ce: "..."

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At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, Yan Ce wrote doubting life, and finally wrote a pretty beautiful word. According to Shangguan's words, "Sure enough, even a monkey can remember it as long as it repeats enough times", but he can hear the excitement. The warmth of the vocal line.