Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After a long while, the tragic sound of "creaking" continued one after another.

Shangguan's indifferent face remained calm, he wiped his hands, and said indifferently: "National Martyr? So weak...it's not as good as Yan Ce's state when he was seriously injured."

"No, this is a substitute, the kind that pays a little pension after death."

In the corner of the shadow, Yu Ji opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath. Seeing the shameful Assassin Ji, her expression had no warmth at all.

Walking to the middle, facing Shangguan alone, Yu Ji raised her dagger and declared war on her.

"Please stay."

……

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Under the royal court, the nobles watching the ceremony, the royal families of all countries quietly looked at the red silk that was laid from the main entrance to the Xianyang Hall, and a new railing was set up to separate all the nobles, leaving a six-foot aisle.

Yan Ce washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror.

Touching the mirror surface with your fingers, the cool touch seems to awaken the vague memories of the past, and scenes of laughter flashed away.

Fusu said, this is... the last choice, has it come to such a time?It seems that there is no sense of reality.He didn't learn how to fire a treasure phantasm, nor did he learn how to summon an electric mouse with the sound of biu, and he didn't even have an opponent who sighed "this kid is so terrifying" that is standard for traversers, not to mention giving away experience like crazy The mortal enemies, all of them can't do enough, they almost carry the banner and call Brother Ce NB.

the time passes so fast……

If only I could wait--

Enough.

Yan Ce was a little lost.

The voice outside the door recalled the cranky boy, "Your Highness, are you still there? The ceremony is about to begin, please go over now."

"Ok."

Wearing a black dress, with a handsome smile on his face, the young man walked through the corridor that he was familiar with so many times, to the main entrance of His Highness Xianyang.

The grand rites and music reverberated.

Countless nobles focused their attention on the boys and girls who were about to appear outside the door, and the future of the entire country was there.

The maid bent down and handed the exquisite wooden box on the tray to Yan Ce, "Your Highness, walk up the stone steps of the royal court to present a gift to His Majesty the Emperor. This is a gift prepared by His Highness Fusu for you. After the gift..."

Little by little, the maid told the young man the process that he had already mastered by heart.

"……OK."

Yan Ce responded with a smile, the guards on both sides opened the door, and the solemn scene was reflected in his mind.

Familiar faces are all here, and the high-ranking officials who have opposed him are far less than the Moyan family that Wang Ting has seen, the general of Qin State and the deputy commander of the Central Army Zhao Tuo behind him...

Look up.

The pinnacle of looking up is the emperor Shi Huangdi who is aloof.

Her long black hair was coiled up in the twelve-prong tiara, and she was dressed in a black mian suit. It was like a smile that was not a smile when they first met, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

And the other protagonist of the wedding, the crown prince girl... seems to be chatting and laughing with His Majesty?

When she saw the young man looking over, the girl just raised her hand and waved twice to indicate that she saw him. She probably corrected her attitude a little to ensure the solemnity of the ceremony, and stood at the side of Emperor Shihuang with a straight face.

The boy with extraordinary eyesight sees the complexity hidden in Fusu's pupil's eyes, as if expecting the boy to seize the last chance to escape marriage.

"???"

Yan Ce blinked, with a dazed look on his face.

Chapter 660 The seventh chapter is cruel and cruel Su (extended)

"Mother, I slept too long..."

The rare exclamation was inexplicable words, Fusu stood beside the first emperor, the beautiful girl seemed to have grown up, and her temperament became more and more similar to the emperor.

"I didn't think of talking to you until now. It's been a long time since I talked with you. The last time was about when I was a child, the day you brought me back to the royal court. The memory is too vague, and I forgot many details. I just remember something like that."

Looking down at the distant place, Emperor Shi Huang looked at the somewhat moved girl, showed a rare gentle smile, and said:

"I have forgotten a lot. As an elder, I just want you to fulfill my regrets, but ignore your age. I want to shape you into a second me, shouldering the burden of the nine states of the world, but forget that you are just yourself."

The designated candidate to succeed the emperor is the most focused person in this era, destined to be supervised by the world, destined to fulfill everyone's wishes, and the pressure of the entire era falls on the girl's head.

And Yan Ce's own way of character is suitable for change, but not suitable for the steady and solemn Wang Yuanluo, not to mention that he strongly rejects the throne. He can only say that he hopes to share more burdens with Fusu in the future and be more harmonious.

Therefore, the first emperor graciously allowed Fusu to challenge the throne to establish his prestige or the wedding he asked for.

"His Majesty."

Fusu changed his title, put his hands behind his back and quietly raised his fingers, looked down at the magnificent scenery, and said: "Mr. Yan Ce has recovered the Yan Kingdom, disrupted the crisis in the northern border, calmed Baiyue in the south, and settled down for nearly a hundred years. The younger generation of nobles in Xianyang City scolded him severely, but they admired him in their hearts, but they just refused to admit it."

"General Wang Jian wanted to hand over the military power to him, but he refused to say so."

"Mr. Fei wants to rely on him for the most essential inheritance of Legalism, but he just doesn't want to point it out."

"Sometimes I think that he has changed the era, just like the Shang Jun of the previous era, just like, not... It's unbelievable."

"……Um."

The corners of Shi Huangdi's lips curled up slightly.