Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Her fingertips carelessly brushed the hair on her sideburns, and her eyes turned towards the outer court, but she only stayed for a moment, and she got up as if she was about to leave.

"Among the seven kings, His Highness Fusu had the best wife to enlighten her and the most comfortable environment for her to rest. In the end, she should become the top emperor. When the widow ascended the throne, she was still on the verge of death. Rolling around, spending every day in panic, not daring to sleep peacefully. If this child is only looking forward to the sprout of love, an illusory and empty dream, it is better to be awakened by reality earlier."

She paused, she could see Yan Ce's eager eyes, and said lightly:

"If you go to help, you will bear the consequences."

"Aren't you worried about the possibility of being bullied too badly by the nobles and giving up on yourself? You said that they are a group of fish that cannot be caught."

"She can bear it, and she has to resist if she can't bear it."

Only when it comes to Fusu's education policy, she is an absolute dictator. Since Fusu wants to put the intrigue on the surface and have a showdown with the ministers who oppose her, she should have the consciousness of being hanged and beaten by the old fritters.

Before leaving, the woman looked back and said: "At the beginning of Zhou's founding, hundreds of princes were enfeoffed. Five hundred years later, there are still a few of the hundreds of princes, and a few are still dying, and a few have been deprived of their titles. If you don't want to be the top king, then don't continue to occupy the position of crown prince, I will not deliberately favor an incompetent crown prince."

"It's still the same sentence, if you help, you will bear the consequences."

"...Well, I still want to help."

Ying Zheng took a deep look at the young man, "It's up to you."

At this moment, Yan Ce finally knew what this young "mother" meant.

Everyone didn't want this "daughter" whom Ying Zheng recognized to die suddenly, so Fu Su had to work hard to maintain the posture of the crown prince, and Ying Zheng knew that her daughter might be bullied very badly, but as a king, he couldn't go there to make trouble .

Therefore, the fiancé's top bag attribute needs to be launched, and there is Lei who tops it first. After all, the fiancée, if you are not resistant to two waves of bombing, don't run to Qin Palace in the future.

Thinking of this, the young man looked at the dress as if suddenly enlightened.

With great difficulty, Yan Ce prepared two ropes that were neither thick nor thin, but deadly enough to hide in his sleeves.

Walk around the outer court, hoping to avoid bumping into a few colleagues.

As the saying goes, peers are enemies, but for Yan Ce, peers are enemies.

Although I know that there are many people who want to make trouble now, but the young man can't tie Ying Zheng back as a "seven kingdoms are cute".

……

The clear sky, the gentle autumn wind, a corner of the corridor.

Yan Ce, who was fully armed, casually stopped a servant who was working with his head bowed, "This young lady... oh, Shang Ji."

"It's the son who advised you, good afternoon."

Shang Ji's "Yance Detection Radar" reacted instantly, her whole body trembled, she raised her eyes and forced a smile that was hard to see and almost impossible to see, looking extremely frustrated.

"Go to Fusu and lead the way."

This simple and clear voice.

...Have you messed up in the past?

Shang Ji's expression became even more mournful.

The fact that the first rank of officials crushed people to death was common in that era.

"I'm going to inform Fu Xi about the order, is that okay?" Shang Ji asked weakly.

"No time, the tea banquet is about to start, it's too late to ask her for help now."

Shang Ji half-forced to walk ahead.

She doesn't want to go.

His Royal Highness Fusu made it clear that when she went to a showdown, she would be bullied to death even a maid with a civilian background like her could have foreseen it.

Yan Ce only brought along a Shang Ji, who was only five in battle, and walked on the desolate avenue in the outer court.

From the inner court to the outer court, the difference in atmosphere made Shang Ji feel a chill instinctively.

There are almost two worlds inside and outside the king's court. The inner court is the king's restricted area. Officials below the senior doctor are strictly prohibited from entering or leaving unless the king ordered them.

For Yan Ce, the difference between the inner court and the outer court is whether the assassin is shady from the back, or Wushuang from the front, and he could feel the deep malice last night while he was asleep.

This really made Yan Ce burst into tears.

This is an era about assassins, the dead are prevalent, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms like to keep followers, what to do if political enemies are annoying, backstabbing can be eliminated without taking responsibility, and the most important thing is that once the assassination, no matter whether it is a dish or not, it can be left in history name.

"Your Highness Ce... Do you feel that this road is a bit cold?"

"Cough cough cough...a bit." Yan Ce coughed heavily.

"Why don't we go back and inform the order?"

Shang Ji's tall body shrank into a trembling figure.

The maple leaves in the outer courtyard were falling, bright red like blood.

"Impossible." Yan Ce greeted the assassin who followed him for a long time, "I'm sorry, I'm really not feeling well today, and I don't have time to waste."

The expressionless assassin pulled out the dagger from his waist, stepped out of the shadows, and stepped silently on the tree-lined road.

For a moment, it was like thunder.

The hair danced in the wind, and the cold light of the dagger penetrated into the bone marrow.

One hit kill.