Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Is that so..."

Looking at Yan Ce, who was keeping a distance from her, the noble girl bit her fingers, breathing a little short of breath, her delicate face flushed like a siren song.

"Boys who are too greedy will not be favored by most girls. Unfortunately, I am one of the very few."

She showed a subtle smile and lifted the corner of her skirt. Under the skirt were slender long legs, white and attractive.

"His Royal Highness Fusu is born with a weak body, so he will definitely not be able to communicate with Young Master Ce for a long time. If Young Master Ce is lonely, he can go out of the palace. It doesn't matter even if my fiancé is here. The three of us may have more feelings when we talk about the Book of Songs in the long night." .Besides, I have a very good relationship with His Highness Fusu, so there is no problem."

"Ah, that's still quite beautiful..."

This talk is not about the Book of Songs about youthful love, but skipping a series of steps in the middle and going directly to the soaring Huangdi Neijing, it must be.

"Actually, I think male and female friends have to go through the process of breaking up, getting back together, breaking up again, and getting back together again." Yan Ce showed a calm smile, "I'm still a cute child, not suitable for too exciting games... Well, yours Why did your face turn so pale?"

The girl's pupils widened slightly, her mouth opened and closed, and her fingers began to tremble.

"There are... there are ghosts..."

"ghost?"

Yan Ce suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Your Highness Ce, please put away your disgusting promiscuity for a while. If you are late, it will affect your test scores and my tolerance for you."

An indifferent female voice came from behind Yan Ce, with a familiar tone, as if there was no ups and downs in the explanation.

"Young Master Ce, I was joking, that... I'm going to be late, so I'm leaving first."

The noble girl couldn't help but glanced at the terrifying woman holding an umbrella not far away. Her long hair reached her waist and her pupils were as dark as an abyss, as if she was about to stir her into a dark vortex. walk away quickly.

Yan Ce was slightly taken aback, then turned around, and saw a black-haired woman holding an umbrella in the snow, and then said kindly, "You scare people away, you're a pretty good girl."

"Is it very good, or is it easy to use?" She raised her eyebrows and sneered, "I think Mr. Ce must respect the school's regulations prohibiting promiscuity. His Highness Fusu certainly didn't want to welcome you, so he came out of the box with tears in his eyes. Here, take out a handful of crown princesses with your hands."

How elegant this quantifier is, and it sounds like it was cremated.

Then Yan Ce imagined the beautiful scene, very much like the movie little widow crying at the grave, and he is the male number one in the movie, the soul of the whole play.

"Run on me again, this has almost become your hobby."

Yan Ce said as he walked, picked up the rice dumpling box and opened it, and inside there were two rice dumplings with rice and jujube. If we trace back the history accurately, it should be called Jiaoshu, or Jiaozong, but they are actually the original version of rice dumplings, worthy of being a noble lady , although it has a lovely bitch attribute, the manual work is really delicate, and the dumplings are pleasing to the eye.

There was a roll of cloth in the middle of the food box, on which was written the date of engagement of the noble girl just now, and the identity of her fiancé, who was the young master of the hereditary noble Bai family.

There is also a late-night boudoir invitation for a girl's engagement day in the innermost part, and the special classical Chinese confided that "cheating when you are engaged will make you feel better".

Yan Ce vaguely remembered that the young master of the Bai family often discussed something with his classmate Gongsun, and that his fiancée had a mental affair before even getting married.

Great.

He sighed expressionlessly.

On the side, the contemptuous gaze hurt him, and Miss Ling said coldly: "If you must go, please clean up the bad smell and strange water stains on your body when you come back."

"Obviously I won't go!"

"The princess was just thinking 'go and try a great taste'," she said.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pair of indifference like looking at scum.

"How do you—"

Yan Ce coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Why do you defile people out of thin air?"

"Ah……"

As the snow decreased, Miss Lingshi raised her eyes to look at the white sky, put away her umbrella, and walked side by side with Yan Ce as usual.

"Your Highness, please put away your disgusting expression. Are you already just thinking about using your lower body to reproduce like a beast?"

"You are still going too far as usual." Yan Ce tugged at the corner of the woman's clothes and said in a low voice, "Speaking of which, don't you think the school is too quiet?"

Miss Lingshi knocked off the boy's hand with the umbrella, "Don't touch me, it will rot, if possible, please stay as far away from me as possible, Your Highness."

Yan Ce: "..."

Then the young man noticed that Miss Ling Shi didn't wear her pair of high heels today, but a pair of ordinary leather boots on her feet, a bit like the pair he bought by the way a while ago, presumably because the weather didn't want the pair to be dirty. Black high heels, after all, have the role of hardcore overlooking him.

Miss Lingshi saw that Yan Ce looked down at her feet and pondered for a while, and the woman's face turned cold for a moment.

……

At the same time, the reception hall of the academy.

Gan Luo, the supreme dictator of Piyong Academy, is receiving guests from afar.

The honorary prime minister of the state of Qin, Lord Changping, is theoretically a talent with the same status as the real power prime minister Wang Hui. He is also a local official who has been serving outside the country all year round.

Some of them are intriguing.

However, Gan Luo knew that Lord Changping was also a hard-working man, a hostage left by the state of Chu to the state of Qin. A hostage from another country holds a high position in the Qin State. No one knows that a hostage is a hostage, and it will make all the kings feel ashamed.

Of course, Gan Luo also knows the most important point: Lord Changping had supported Yingzheng ten years ago, and helped Qin Wangzheng smash Lao Ai's fantasies during the king's most difficult period.

Strictly speaking, Mr. Changping should be regarded as the confidant of Qin Wangzheng.

Gan Luo was slightly puzzled, but he didn't ask Mr. Changping why he left his post without permission.