Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Having seen all the nobles in Xianyang intercede for the young man alone, Yan Qing knew that Yan Ce's life would not be in danger no matter what, not to mention beating up Zhao Tuo for him before, and now selling it is even more at ease.

Yan Ce held Shangguan's wrist, endured the more forceful twisting of his waist, and said righteously: "Mr. Yan is not the kind of worldly person who wants to sell me in exchange for a title."

No, boy, I haven't been Big Brother Yan for many years, don't praise my old lady too much, or you will feel guilty when you start.

Yan Qing held back the idea of ​​complaining, and was about to say something when Yan Ce cut her off.

"Mr. Yan is the only person I admire other than Your Majesty and Mr. Fei in my life. A hermit who has escaped mediocrity. A gentleman has the most noble integrity. I believe in Mr. Yan."

Sensing Yan Ce's gaze, Miss Shangguan kicked Yan Ce's ankle, and looked over with a look of disgust marked "Idiot, I'm so disgusting".

Yan Ce went to the Shangguan and took out a roll of silk script, respectfully said: "Mr. Yan, all my plans are written in the silk."

Yan Qing took it, and was silent for a long time, she was so respectful that she couldn't open her mouth, let alone use Yan Ce to make up for the crime.

The Shangguan glared at Yan Ce, and said calmly: "Mr. Yan, no matter how many problems the prince has, it is an internal matter of the royal court. It is not good for other people to interfere. As for him, I will personally escort him to the royal court and arrest him for rewards. I will follow the law It is impossible to ask His Majesty for instructions in the shortest possible time and distribute them reasonably. Mr. Yan need not worry."

It was even more difficult for Yan Qing to speak while clutching the silk book, all she could say was blocked, and the top hats were stacked on top of her head, and she couldn't take them off.

Shangguan held Yan Ce's head, saluted, turned and left indifferently.

With a sigh, Yan Qing watched the prince go away.

She unfolded the silk in her hand, her face turned ugly for a moment, and she paused word by word: "Love...book?"

……

It was getting light, and most of the noble boys and girls under house arrest were so sleepy that they fell asleep. Yan Ce asked the medical staff to check them one by one, and temporarily sent them to the infirmary to rest.

Miss Lingshi took off the laces of her shoes, put them at the door, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and raised her hands to keep her hair away.

Jing Jing packed up the coat that Yan Ce randomly threw on the bed, folded it on her lap, and then put it neatly into the closet.

After checking what she was missing, she turned her head and frowned: "My silk book, which volume did you use to fool Mr. Yan?"

"The one on the left, what's wrong?"

Without raising his head, Yan Ce continued to stamp and annotate each document.

"Remember, bring it back later..."

"Is it important? What is written?"

She said: "...It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you, just take it back if you remember."

"Oh, good." Yan Ce leaned back in his chair, "Are you really planning to bring me back to the royal court?"

"It wasn't before, but it is now. Rather than causing a more noticeable disaster and letting others detain you and throw you back into death row, it's better to be under my personal supervision."

"Does that mean you're going to... imprison me?"

Yan Ce frowned and thought.

Ms. Shangguan said: "As far as the result is concerned, this is the case."

"The place that seems to be the most dangerous is the safest place, I understand that." Yan Ce nodded, showing a clear expression, "Am I a bit scheming?"

The young man's mood became more and more delicate, and there was a trace of sadness in the subtlety, feeling that his kind and upright character was leaving him.

She rolled her eyes at Yan Ce, lowered her head, touched the side of the young man's face with her lips, and brushed her ears and side face with her long hanging hair.

The wet crystal water stains fell, the breeze flowed, and the traces left by Shangguan disappeared in an instant.

"For the time being...it's okay." The woman said flatly: "Hurry up and finish work, and return to the royal court with me."

Chapter 650 Danger!

The other side of the court.

The threshold of the son's bedroom was almost broken. From the first half of the night to the second half of the night, the maids worked in three shifts, and the officials who couldn't see the whole capital at a glance had to accept the assignments and inquiries from the adults all the time, even if it was Fusu who explained it several times , but still none of the officials left, the crown prince girl shook her head and walked out of the crowded bedroom.

A splitting headache swept over her, and as soon as she thought of the nobles who came to intercede for Yan Ce, the girl stared at the dimly lit sky.

Throughout the history of the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty, there has never been such a scene. The last person who can be compared with the young man is Shang Jun. He also offends the powerful people in the country by number and brushes them every day before going to bed.The difference is that everyone wants Shang Jun to die, but everyone wants him to live young.

After all, the nobles of the younger generation are gathered together, and they are all tied up, which is impossible for people who want to save face.From the current point of view, if Fusu doesn't intercede, this group of nobles will really spend their lives in her bedroom, and some people even ask for floor beds. A few years ago, they were all nobles who were born with pride and full of noble and elegant temperament of the upper class. Now Being tuned/taught by Yan Ce has become more down-to-earth.

This can be regarded as one of Yan Ce's unique skills. It can engrave fear deep in the soul of nobles, and the child is under house arrest by the prince. The first time is not to settle accounts with Yan Ce, but to bow his head strategically. If Yan Ce says that he is lonely one day Lonely and cold, the aristocrats might be frightened and send a few young and beautiful noble girls who have just grown up to warm their beds.

In the noisy bedroom, I came to the outside of the Xianyang Hall where the ministers discuss affairs on weekdays, overlooking the highest point of the panoramic view of Xianyang, leaning on the railing.

The high-rise building stands at one end of the ancient royal court, as if it is a magical creation that has arrived across time and space. The strange and familiar complex feeling fills my heart. Since recalling the past and the present, the girl is not familiar with more and more people or things. Then I care about it.

The change of people's mentality is actually only a moment.

Railing shot all over.

Unknowingly stunned for a while, the pale golden morning sun tore through the pure white clouds, and the girl sat on the steps, watching this scene in a daze.

...perhaps a miracle.

she thought so.

Seeing that it was just dawn, Shang Ji was fully dressed and hurried to work, and after looking at each other, Shang Ji bent over and saluted with a flattering smile, as ugly as her "sincere" smile was.

While patting the dust on the skirt, Fusu tilted his head and said with a smile: "Shang Ji, what do you think is the most fearful thing for a person?"

Like a frightened quail, Shang Ji backed away tremblingly, holding a pile of documents with both hands.