Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly sounded in the courtyard, as if it had jumped over the wall.

Then came a familiar voice, "Fusu, I'm here to apologize."

Immediately afterwards, the boy carrying the thorns moved his pupils to the half-open window of the school dormitory, blinked curiously, and tapped his fingers to remind Fusu and Mr. Fei.

Fusu suddenly raised his eyes, a ray of surprise after despair flashed in his eyes, the surprise turned into horror in an instant, he stepped on the floor with his bare feet, almost threw himself on the window, and closed the window tightly with his tender little hand.

The heart beats so fast.

dong dong dong...

"Hu-hu-"

The girl's face was leaning against the window, and her excited breath slapped on the window, almost reaching the boy's fingertips tapping on the window.

"Huh?" The boy looked confused, "If you're so angry, I'll come back another day."

"Be honest."

Fusu yelled in a low voice with a rare tough tone.

After finishing speaking, he trotted to Han Fei's room in a "tap-tap-tap" manner, and took the fastest time to sort out his messy self in the mirror.

Fusu, who was already very weak in physical strength, felt a little weak with her slightly spread legs after the intense exercise. The girl's face was flushed attractively, and even her neck was stained with a layer of pink.

then.

He squeezed his face hard, and after checking that there were no undignified and gentle corners, he returned to the angry mode again.

In the eyes of Han Fei pretending to be completely ignorant, Fusu straightened his chest calmly, propped up his jacket with his well-developed chest, opened the window, and stared at the inexplicably nervous boy expressionlessly.

"Come here after the morning class." She said calmly, "Because...you didn't plan to come here in the first place..."

She leaned out of the window and took a look at him, dressed in a disheveled manner after turning over the wall, there was a new scratch and scratch on his arm, and a long and narrow scar was cut on his elbow by the thorns of the thorns on his back.

Fu Su frowned, raised his finger to lightly touch the scratched place.

"Hiss - don't, don't -"

Yan Ce was in so much pain that he couldn't help gasping. The wound didn't look deep, but it hurt a lot, okay?

"It hurts?"

Yan Ce held his breath, forced a smile and said, "It doesn't hurt very much, maybe."

Fusu gave the young man a sideways look angrily, and said coldly: "If you don't go through the door, you still have to climb over the wall. You're bleeding. Come in and apply medicine."

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Mr. Fei lived alone in the dormitory, and the dormitory happened to be located in the corner of the inner courtyard, which was relatively remote, so he would always have some hemostatic drugs and gauze. Fusu pushed open the door coldly and dragged him into the inner dormitory.

On the side, Mr. Fei tidied up the messy desk for a while, and then he had no choice but to go out to enjoy the shade. Before leaving, he closed the door. It is necessary to give the two children a private space.

This unclear relationship, the things in the world are still so strange, as one of the few people in the royal court who can see the internal truth, she can almost associate the disordered relationship together, the idea of ​​Gongzi Ce is not complicated, just want Get too far away.When he enters the court in the future, with this kind of personality, he might be able to fight with the prime minister. No matter how he thinks about it, the prime minister will never let his potential political opponent go. This Xianyang will be in chaos sooner or later.

But it's too early to think about that.

At this moment, Han Fei had clearly realized the prince's attitude. The so-called conservatives wanted to make a plan to entrust the royal family in the territory of the six countries, which basically meant that they would not even have a pair of pants left. The deliberate connivance of this generation of monarchs , the complete trust of the next generation of monarchs, Yan Ce may come to a fatal operation of coercing the emperor's orders to Kyushu.

Not impossible.

To be honest, Mr. Fei's mind is now filled with all kinds of signs of national subjugation and all kinds of tragic pictures of the future.Think about it, to be able to gain the trust of two generations of monarchs, and there is a high probability of sitting on the right to rule the royal court, at least a heroic role like Lu Buwei, and now this tendency is becoming more and more obvious.

Aristocrats, royals, commoners, three forces of different backgrounds are mixed in the court, and they all have their own small circles. The outsiders like young people who can affect the overall situation may be the existence of Fusu Regent and guardian of the royal power.

If you think about it differently.

If it was her, could she control her swollen desire?A shortcut to shaping the world according to one's own ideas... The prosperous world that one wishes for in one's life is just a matter of one's ideas.

When the supreme ideal of the legalist sages is within reach——

She looked at the schoolhouse and pursed her lips.

"It's nice to be young."

Han Fei sighed.

……

"...It hurts a bit."

Yan Ce untied the thorns, rolled up the torn sleeves, and stretched his arms to Fusu's side, with a slightly melancholy expression, and evenly spread the pungent medicinal juice on the edge of the wound.

"Endure it." Fusu said coldly.

"it is good."

Yan Ce kept his mouth shut, as quiet as a primary school student seeing his teacher.

The pain was originally bearable, but after being smeared with the medicine by Fusu, I really wanted to chop off my arm, but it must not be a tetanus infection. He definitely didn't want to become a one-armed hero Yang, who could only play with the eagle and the dragon girl with one hand every day. It's all literal, not dirty at all.

Since seeing Yan Ce, Fusu hasn't shown the slightest bit of gentleness in the past, and his whole body is stiff, as if he is going to develop towards the branch of the iceberg.

The girl was not very skilled in making medicine for the first time, and usually professional maids or imperial physicians would do this kind of thing in person. It took her a long time to pound the hemostatic medicine into a paste, squeeze out the medicine juice, and pour it into the washing machine. Good earthenware bowl.

"Take off your shirt."

"what?"