Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

pS: Blessings and misfortunes never come singly. Can any Miss Xiaoguokuo tell me what is called the preparatory sports supplementary test? I was shocked when I saw my name on the list, and I didn’t understand what it meant.Although my sports performance is not good, it will not be reduced to the point of dying.

The 2nd chapter tea banquet ([-])

It only took two minutes to bring down the unknown assassin who had been chasing him for a long time. His hands and feet were tightly bound, and the price he paid was a cut on his wrist. Fortunately, he only scratched the skin and did not let the dagger go deeper.

"I know the rules of your assassins. You have poison hidden in your teeth. I won't force you to ask, just drink it."

"???"

Yan Ce's words puzzled the defeated assassin.

But the fact that he was defeated by a rope dealt a great blow to the assassin's spirit, so the masked assassin chose to be autistic.

Yan Ce took off the veil, and what came into his eyes was the appearance of a tough young man. Every inch of his shaved face showed a mature taste. These days, assassins don't have a good face and dare not call themselves Assassin.

"I really don't have time today,"

Yan Ce let out a long sigh, and silently poured a physical hypnotism on the stubborn assassin, and aimed his knee at the bridge of the assassin's nose to strike him into the soul.

The young man snorted twice and "slept" peacefully with two nosebleeds.

It was the first time for Shang Ji to see His Highness Ce's skillful operation, and she stood in front of him at a loss, with a shocked expression.

"Wait for the guards to detain him temporarily, and go get ready for business first."

"Uh... ok."

After staring at Yan Ce for about half a minute, Shang Ji woke up from the shock, and called out the head of the guard who was on patrol loudly, so that the embarrassing head of the guard stopped reporting, and conveniently sent the young assassin and several subordinates who were still working The guards were temporarily locked in the basement.

With Shang Ji leading the way, they slipped away for about half an hour.

The outer court surrounds the inner court, and the total area is about five times that of the inner court. At noon, you can faintly hear complicated voices, and the maids serving wine are constantly coming and going. The outermost palace far away from the market is almost comparable to the main hall of Xianyang. Luxurious men and women entered and exited the banquet hall, and a roll of red silk was spread from the entrance to the main hall.

"Your Highness Ce, the one at the front is Qin Chancellor Wang Hui, and the one behind is Feng Yushi... The ones in the middle are also big figures from the official to the Jiuqing. Five of the Jiuqing have arrived. Although I don’t know the princes and nobles, they should be influential nobles in Xianyang... You must not make too much noise, and you must keep calm.”

Shang Ji grabbed Yan Ce's sleeve and babbled desperately. While emphasizing half of Xianyang's politics, she discouraged the young man from being impulsive. If the King of Qin knew that it was this servant named Shang Ji who brought Yan Ce out, he would send it to Shang Ji's family went to see their poor ancestors.

If Young Master Ce rushed to the crown and beat up half of Qin's country, the city of Xianyang would probably collapse catastrophically.

As a servant from the heart with a little status, Shang Ji has actually burned all the unprovoked appearances of Xianyang into her mind.

The few handsome young men standing at the end of the line were all candidates for the fiancé of the crown prince girl before Yan Ce appeared. The family power spread across all areas except Xianyang, and the noble lineage lasted for nearly two hundred years in the five hundred years of melee. , Standing firm in the ups and downs of troubled times, belonging to the old dog among the nobles, not as good as Sangong, not as high as Shiqing, standing in the middle of the high-level is not stable.

While listening to the chatting of the maids and sisters in the same shop, Shang Ji knew how crazy His Highness Ce was playing in the country of Yan. With his foot on the boundary line, as long as Fusu ascends the throne, this young man must be under the exclusive control of his relatives, and he can play with whoever he wants.

Even if Shang Ji doesn't understand Xianyang's political ecology, she can understand that Yan Ce has almost destroyed the balance. Since Shang Jun's reform, nobles cannot be hereditary, but the children of nobles are born nobles, and this has never changed fundamentally .

The only thing that has changed is that the children of common people are not necessarily common people anymore. Shang Ji can have a mouthful of youthful food in the royal court, thanks to the gift of Shang Jun. There are three generations of ancestors, three generations of poor peasants, and the relay inheritance from generation to generation makes common people With a slight change of identity, without extraordinary talent, without the eloquence of a big fool, ordinary people can only persevere for generations.

The success rate of well-educated nobles is naturally astonishingly high. They have enough resources, so they will work harder to climb up the class. The best result is of course to marry the royal family, but this generation is a perfect king. Wang is just a daughter, but Yan Ce has no family, no foundation, but has a teacher-student friendship with Han Fei, and has a long talk with General Wang Jian. Most nobles have seen the rise of a ghost version of Lu Buwei.

Lu Buwei is known as Yingzheng's second father, and now Yan Ce and Fusu also have some meanings, so the nobles are about to explode, and the anti-Soviet party will never tolerate the birth of a second Lu Buwei.

If Yan Ce was a girl, a cute and cute girl, this group of anti-Soviet party heavyweight courtiers would tear their throats and shout slogans: kill her!

Yan Ce nodded, but he couldn't tell if he had listened. Anyway, he soon stood at the end of the line. Yan Ce made a fuss in the royal court, but in fact, not many people had seen the face of Young Master Ce of Yan State.

The prime minister blocked the door and took the lead in carrying out the complicated etiquette, while the noble girls and teenagers behind started a small friendship party.

"Is this... the nobleman who was invited too? It's embarrassing. I am the son of Qin Guozong, and my surname is Gongsun."

A handsome and down-to-earth noble boy saluted Yan Ce in a dignified way.

The moment Gongsun spoke, he attracted the attention of many little nobles, and only then did they realize that there was a stranger among them.

Xuanyi and luxurious clothes, with light red accents dotted on the collar, are luxurious and restrained.

Her black hair reaches her waist like a woman's, and her easy-going sunny face makes people feel good about her. It must be the kind of person who stabs with a knife in a dignified way.

The first impression of the boys is: you can sit and talk at night.

The first impression of the girls is: you can sit down and eat at night.

Gongsun patted Yan Ce's shoulder lightly, smiled kindly and said, "Don't be so nervous, the king won't come over today, just relax."

Before Yan Ce could reply, the well-dressed and well-behaved young man said anxiously: "Gongsun, you can't say for certain, His Highness Fusu is the heir appointed by the king, and the prime minister is here for this banquet, in case...it will bring disaster to Chi Yu. "

"In mid-September, most of the original Han, Zhao, and Yan kingdoms were conquered. The counties of the various countries were connected to the Great Wall in the north, and the northern front was fully closed. In late September, the desert cavalry guarding the Great Wall ran for more than [-] miles. The border line that made the foreign people proclaim their vassals expanded by nearly a hundred miles, and the campaign to deter the foreign people has come to an end. At the beginning of October, the soldiers came to Wei, and it was almost over..."

One of the party-oriented noble girls stood up and analyzed indifferently.

"To sum up the above analysis, and with reference to the accident of Young Master Ce of the Yan Kingdom and the tremendous pressure he is under at the moment, the king should be resting... resting." The indifferent little nobleman bit his tongue and continued, "Prepare for a comprehensive strategy for the unification of the world. "

Immediately afterwards, the party-minded noble girl turned to Yan Ce and the group of quiet young girls and said with a serious expression, "That means His Highness Fusu was abandoned today."

Chapter 3 Tea Banquet ([-])

"Miss Mo Yan, even if you are far away from the outer court of the court, you dare to say that about His Royal Highness Chujun in front of us, and even though we are against the Chujun family, we have all had a crush on the Chujun, so you won't be afraid of being beaten if you say that. Die." Gongsun sighed.

Nine out of ten teenagers present have a crush on Fusu. There are power factors and personal factors. They could have become the prince's fiancé, but it turned out that no one's parents would let others take the lead. You If I want to be a winner in life, then I will become a loser. With this idea of ​​dying together, I managed to maintain a strange balance in the end.

Everyone is a loser, so this mentality is balanced... What a ghost.

The whole thing exploded.

"If you have the courage to do it, you will cry secretly three times in one class in the school, and you can't help but trick your master into expressing your feelings. I would like to know that reading Mojing and studying mirrors and shadows will move you to tears. The sages of the hundred schools can rest in peace."

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old indifferent aristocratic girl, Mo Yan, adjusted her light red dress a little bit, and sprinkled sulfuric acid on the wounds of the surrounding noble boys.