Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

What kind of Book of Songs, Chuci would describe that kind of thing so vividly.

Han Fei suppressed the anger of righteousness as a teacher, clenched his white palms, and slammed it heavily on the desk, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "The scroll in Fei's room was taken from Fusu, and it was placed on the desk by Fei. On the way, it happened to be seen by Mr. Tingwei who happened to visit, and he held Mrs. Tingwei instead of wanting to explain, and then happened to slip on his feet and hugged her, and it happened that Yan Ce came in and saw the scene just now."

"—So, do you understand?"

Miss Ting Wei squinted, hugged her chest and sneered, "It's really ugly, Han Fei, is it necessary? I never thought you would degenerate to such a level that even I despise you."

If you stick to your original heart all the time, where did you fall!

Yan Ce, a future student who was placed with the most sincere wishes by Mr. Fei.

As long as he can understand, others don't care.

Han Fei turned his gaze to the boy who was sitting upright, the corners of his mouth curled up reluctantly.

Yan Ce really wants to give the master a step down, but at least Mr. Fei, you can't talk too mysteriously. Your most basic character setting is wrong. I want to help you get over it too much, but I can't help you.

The young man took another sip of his tea, and tactfully persuaded him: "Master, don't push everything on Fusu, it's not good."

"Crack-"

Cobweb-like cracks appeared in Mr. Fei's world, and then it collapsed into pieces, falling from the peak of the sky. The woman covered her dimmed beautiful eyes with her bare hands, her fingertips trembling slightly, and the tall and plump body wrapped in her light Zen robe rose up. Ups and downs, there is nothing to love on the delicate cheeks.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, Mr. Fei's mood was extremely complicated, followed by waves of dizziness.

She smiled blankly and said softly: "...the letter is mine."

"...It's all done by me, I'm the teacher who deserves to be right and wrong."

As Han Fei's lingering sound fell, the courtyard fell into dead silence again. Miss Ting Wei, who was about to leave, saw Han Fei's state of panic, and raised the corners of her mouth, expressing a good-natured smile at the young man.

She calmly knelt and sat opposite the young man, digging the wall in front of Han Fei, and said: "Young Master Ce, in today's Qin court, the prime minister Wang Hui is extremely pedantic, and the royal doctor Feng Li is mediocre. Willing to take charge of the atrium?"

For her, no, for almost all the reformers in the royal court, the current son Ce, who has an unclear relationship with the King of Qin, has an extremely special status.

He is the son of Yan, an old Qin who does not belong to the land of Qin, so he can be divided into Miss Tingwei's camp as it should be, not to mention there are some rumors that are basically confirmed by her, King Qin married Master Fusu when he got tired of it.

From this point of view, from a young age, she is a concubine, gentle, kind and durable.

This adolescent boy is very tolerant, so there is almost no need to worry about being used by the King of Qin to die young, and the letter telling the boy's thoughts coincides with some of her ideas.

Young, capable, worthy of King Qin's trust.

Just talking about the king's trust, this is almost impossible for many people in the royal court to have in their entire lives. The young man has both of these three, and his future glory and glory are already doomed.

Her eyes became hotter and hotter, almost showing Chi Guoguo's desire for control on her face. She wanted to seize all political resources to take a step forward, and the young man was the most powerful force for her to overthrow the prime minister's conservatives. strength.

This is a look that is almost fanatical, so hot that it seems to be burning.

Just as the young man was thinking curiously, the young prince showed a slight smile and poured half of the tea in his clay cup to Yan Ce.

She tugged at Yan Ce's sleeve, handed the pottery cup to the boy's mouth, and said with a smile, "Ce, drink tea."

Chapter 76 The Truth Comes Out...A Ghost

Yan Ce lowered his head and took a sip, the faint bitter taste of the tea reverberated in his mouth, when he just turned his head, he saw the calm girl holding the pottery cup with both hands, smiling gently.

Fusu patiently blew on the mouth of the cup to make the hot water cool faster, completely ignoring Miss Tingwei's frenzy being forcibly interrupted.

After a long silence, Ms. Tingwei continued her fiery voice and said, "Your Highness, have you seen the sky above Xianyang Palace? If the cloud of conservatives persists, we will never be able to wait for the opening of the prosperous age. If we can Let reformist figures take charge of the atrium, and the long-standing Kyushu will be divided and gathered in Qin."

She stretched out her hand, clenched it tightly, looked at Young Master Ce with a smile, and outlined all the wonderful dreams with a voice like a raging fire.

She seemed to hear the ridiculous sound of the defeated dog of the Six Kingdoms kneeling and begging for mercy, then turning around and cursing secretly.

"All the six countries say that Qin is a tiger and a wolf, but I think Qin is kind, because the aging conservatives in Qin are too weak and cling to old and decadent ideas. It's time to make way for the young people who are full of vigor."

Miss Tingwei's voice became more and more high-pitched, and under the mobilization of this fanatical emotion that seemed to yearn for change, the sharp nails sank deeply into the soft palm, and the bright red marks infected the gaps between the nails.

"I hope you can consider the possibility of changing Qin Ting!"

Fusu tilted his head, poured all the remaining tea in his cup into Yan Ce's cup in one go, brought it to the young man's mouth, and said softly: "... tea, do you want more?"

"No thanks."

The young man looked at the tea in the cup in embarrassment, and shook his head.

Miss Tingwei's mobilized emotions dissipated in an instant, and the two consecutive interruptions made her finally feel that Mr. Fusu's emotions were not quite right.

The girl noticed Miss Tingwei's suspicious gaze, rolled up her hair shyly, and said with a smile: "This is Xianyang Palace, my home. So, Mr. Tingwei, would you like a cup of tea? It tastes very good. "

Miss Tingwei's expression became stiff, she leaned over decisively to apologize, and said, "Your minister is overstepping."

The girl took a sip of tea while holding Yan Ce's pottery cup, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty Tingwei is so serious, he just drinks tea. Besides, I haven't been allowed by my mother to participate in state affairs, let alone I am not a member of the royal court. Now, I am not qualified to accept the gift from Jiu Qing."

"If you're free, Fusu can also invite Mr. Ting Wei to drink tea."

Fusu used this sentence to express her gentle attitude now, as if the harmless girl in front of her was not as docile and cute as she appeared on the outside.

Ms. Ting Wei was a little panicked for a while.

Isn't this a deliberate threat?I went to drink tea, did I spend the rest of my life drinking tea with you, or did I say that after drinking tea, three hundred or so swordsmen rushed out and chopped it into minced meat?

Fusu blinked, and then yawned slightly.

Compared with cold words, such a simple action can express more information. Tingwei can survive to this position because he can understand the world. Mr. Fusu's eyes are not good, and the reason for his anger is unknown, but it is true. is angry.

Miss Tingwei saluted helplessly, "... I will take my leave first."