Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The breeze blowing from the top of her hair made Fusu subconsciously close her eyes and lean her body against the boy's arms.

When you open it again, it's like a freeze frame.

The tip of the twig touched the fallen leaf that was about to fall on the girl's head, impartially.

Exquisite craftsmanship!

Yan Ce smugly curled his lips and said with a smile, "This move means that the knight will not die with his bare hands. I have practiced for a long time, how is it, my little princess."

The girl stared blankly at the confident and serious face of the young man, and she felt dizzy.

The warm sun of the morning hit Fusu's side face, slightly hot, so hot that even the snow-white skin of his neck was dyed a layer of moving pink, his legs were stretched straight, and he took very small steps cautiously.

"It's very, very good."

"Just nice?"

"kindness."

Fusu turned his head away, vaguely remembered something, and his heart beat more and more fiercely, Mosquito said: "Mum... and bullied me again."

What are you mumbling about.

Yan Ce moved to the corner of the girl's mouth and blinked curiously, "I didn't hear you clearly, what did you say?"

Fusu rarely took the initiative to let go of the boy's hand, and his two little hands were tightly hooked behind him.

The girl bent down slightly and pursed her lips.

"I didn't say anything just now...you heard it wrong."

Chapter 73 Evil Han Fei

the same moment.

In the desolate schoolhouse, Han Fei, who had woken up early, was sitting in the corner of the bed holding the booklet in one hand and looking at it.

The famous Mr. Fei doesn't know at this moment that she has taken countless huge blames because of her proudest student, Yan Ce. "Good teacher", "The suspect who raped the student in the sleep of innocent girls", "Morde's depraved classmate" and many other labels.

"Gongzi policy..."

The cold gentleman was wearing a cream-colored Zen robe, and she could vaguely perceive her graceful figure through her bare skin, but her beautiful and compelling facial features were slightly pale.

With her long-sleeved arm resting on her raised knee, she has lived alone all year long, and even if her temperament is not cold, she has become such a taciturn personality.

Occasionally, Mr. Fei wandered aimlessly in Xianyang Palace, but it was difficult for the guards who had seen her to look away. Of course, due to Mr. Fei's status and talent, no one dared to express their admiration.

However, she is not alone.

Someone can take over everything from her, and also have the ability to accommodate her thoughts that are so heavy that they affect the times.

If Fusu can become a king with a broad mind, it won't be a big deal if the married life becomes more eroded in the future.

And what she is most worried about is Gongzice.

This child, Yan Ce, has no concept of monarch and subject, and at least she won't have any consideration when removing obstacles that affect the king's power in the future.

——He wanted to face the King of Qin head-on.

King Qin vaguely taught the young swordsmanship. Although he has restrained himself recently, he let Yan Ce live with her in the bedroom. This is already an open secret of Xianyang Palace.

It doesn't matter whether the King of Qin has eaten or wiped it up, as long as he is not pregnant and does not care about government affairs, no one should advise him.

And Yan Ce.

Mr. Fei can understand the young man's desire to conquer the strong, but whether it is conquering or being conquered is too unacceptable for the prince Fusu, who is soft on the outside and tough on the inside, and sometimes stubbornly stubborn.

but!

In fact.

——Fusu readily accepted.

When Fusu really climbs into King Qin's bed in the future, how chaotic will the relationship be?

No, want to die.

The haggard face and the cold emotions were rendered in those deep pupils. Gradually, she began to miss the spirit of being in Kyushu when she was studying. At that time, she only felt that the world was too small.

Really childish.

"Boom... boom..."

The light and rhythmic knock on the door sounded, and Mr. Fei was stunned for a moment, and his entire body was instantly frozen.

This strange and familiar rhythm, the woman sighed deeply.

It should come, and it has finally come.

Han Fei got up and opened the door calmly.

She said blankly, "Lord Tingwei."

Hearing Han Fei's voice, Tingwei seemed to be unaware of the hostility in his tone, and walked straight into Han Fei's house. When he saw the bed, the floor was covered with messy bamboo slips.

"Rough and humble house, I laughed."

Han Fei paused.