Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Shangguan Wan'er was a little embarrassed and tired, and said, "Your Majesty, that's why you put red plum makeup on my forehead?"

The woman smiled and nodded, "It's cute. I'm worried that when I get old, my eyes won't be able to see clearly, and your mother won't be able to tell the difference when she comes back."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Wan'er asked, "Your Majesty, have you finished this story?"

"Ah."

"So, how did it end?"

"Yomo is a perfect and cliché ending."

"A character in the story?"

"One of them happens to have the same name as me, so it's very interesting."

The snow-haired woman opened her eyes, the gray pupils showed no emotion, they just stared at the extreme point of vision.

"The prince and the first emperor, Mr. Han Fei, and my mother..."

Shangguan Wan'er hesitated to speak.

"It's a story."

She turned her head to look at Wan'er.

"It's just a story."

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly, but a butterfly is not a dream. Who is the butterfly and who is Zhuang Zhou... Who has the final say."

Wan'er asked: "Why is there no trace of His Highness Ce in your book, or even in the collection of the entire Royal Library for three centuries? It's like a fabricated character from beginning to end."

"..."

The woman smiled without saying a word, and shook her head.

"It's the minister who has overstepped." Wan'er bowed slightly.

"It's okay." The snow-haired woman said again: "It's good to find someone who can talk in the courtyard and have a chat. It's better than an empire full of machines in the sky. I'm not used to it."

"Your Majesty, the erosion of the land is getting worse. Staying on the ground for a long time will have a subtle impact on your body. The imperial physicians have solemnly warned you. Please do your best—"

"It's best to stay in the ward and recuperate, I know it all."

"You say that every time."

Shangguan Wan'er sighed, opened the notebook that recorded the itinerary, called up a work and rest schedule, and returned to seriousness.

"The chief minister of the cabinet, Zhang Baigui, he said... he came to you for something, and wanted to chat with you for about 15 minutes."

"It's fine for the white turtle to come directly. Do I need to inform you through you? Let him come over, and I will play a game of chess with him."

"Actually, Mr. Baigui..."

Shangguan Wan'er closed the notebook and remained silent.

The ground outside the courtyard was silently smoldering, with no water source, no plants, and even the flow of wind had faded away.

……

Royal Hospital on Sky City.

"You need a quiet rest now!"

"Mr. Zhang, please cooperate with the treatment, otherwise it will be difficult for us to explain to the family members, and they will be sad."

"Please don't underestimate my relatives."

The old man's calm and gentle voice continued.

"My wife, the child is not so fragile that he needs someone to explain his life and death."

"Mr. Zhang..."

"I don't want to be in bed at the last minute!"

The old man's voice was almost a growl.

"open--"

The nurse seemed to want to say something, but the doctor at the side stopped the nurse and finally nodded to the old man.

The old man said again warmly: "My computer."

The nurse remained silent. Accompanied by security personnel, she quickly brought the computer and left with the doctor.

"Thank you."

Hearing the old man's voice, the nurse stopped for a moment, nodded, and then left at a faster pace.

"..."

The old man calmly took the tube inserted into the nostril, held the old mouse, and explained all the work as soon as possible before the end of his life.

National secret.

A lifetime of dedication.