Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Longdong has been wearing summer and autumn clothes, and now he is sick. Your health is really good, Mr. Lingshi."

No matter how you listened to this compliment, it sounded like a mockery. Miss Lingshi stroked the hair on her forehead and turned her face away.

"So, are you going to ask me to 'invite' you out, Young Master Yan Ce?"

"Where do you put the medicine? I'll go fry it. I'll be with you anyway. I can't wait until I die." Yan Ce blinked, looking at Mr. Lingshi who was about to explode, "If you want to die of illness, you have to wait until I get engaged. die."

The second half of Yan Ce's tactful words of concern completely dissipated Miss Ling Shi's rare sense of strangeness. She used the letter to slam Yan Ce's paw that only reached into her armpit to measure her temperature, and Yan Ce also Not paying attention, she stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt to cover her chest, so as not to catch a second cold.

"I'll let my subordinates do it, don't worry about it, just get out."

"Hey, where are the medicines?"

Yan Ce's peaceful and soothing voice coaxing the child made her even more uncomfortable, and the evil spirit's venomous curse seemed to overflow from her pitch-black eyes.

"Get out, I'll say it again for the last time, Your Highness Ce!"

"Is that black lump on the window sill medicine for wind and cold? If it poisons you to death, I will not be responsible."

The sense of achievement that has the upper hand in the very few makes Yan Ce extremely comfortable, as if the pursuit of life has been upgraded to a higher level.

The boy walked by the window sill and opened a small window to speed up the air circulation. Fortunately, the weather is fine, even if the window is opened, it will not be uncomfortable.

Yan Ce picked up the black and unknown substance that was ground into powder, and sniffed it subconsciously. It had a faint floral fragrance, which was quite nice, similar to the smell on Miss Lingshi, faint, seemingly absent.

Sure enough, there is no scientific basis for distinguishing poisons by nose.

"It's not poison, so I went to fry it?" Yan Ce turned his head and confirmed.

"That's a refreshing spice. The medicine is in the lower drawer."

There seemed to be a "destructive death light" in her eyes, then she turned her back to Yan Ce, and did not make any struggle, leaving only a messy and soft black hair to the young man.

Although Miss Lingshi didn't show any acknowledgment, Yan Ce didn't care. He didn't plan to repay the favor, but simply wanted to improve the relationship between them.

After all, he understands the principle of multiple friends and multiple paths, and he understands it very well.

Miss Lingshi put her legs together under the quilt and curled up a little bit. The wind and cold are not a serious illness, but it is a real torment.

Just when she was about to close her eyes and take a nap, her body became a little heavier, causing Miss Shi to glance over from the corner of her eyes, and a thick quilt covered her shoulders from her feet.

"So hot……"

Under the tip of Miss Lingshi's nose, she silently hid herself in the quilt, and the hostility in her eyes finally faded by a little or two.

Although she knows that sweating can help her get rid of this terrible state of weakness quickly, the feeling of being covered by a thick quilt is really uncomfortable. The light pink is all over her neck, and there is a faint feeling of spreading to her earlobes. The trend, even the clothes have become trendy.

The feeling of being sick for a long time, the last time seemed to be five or seven years ago, and now she is in a sickly and weak state, which really makes her unable to arouse the interest to mock Yan Ce, and let His Highness be proud of it for a while.

Miss Lingshi glanced back at Yan Ce who was flipping around, then looked away, lying on his side on the soft couch, her mood was unexpectedly subtle, if she pierced his heart now, the astonished expression must be more interesting than she imagined .

"My lord, I'm here to make medicine for you."

The weak voice echoed at the door of Lingshi's mansion, and the noise caused Miss Lingshi to open her narrowed eyes again.

Even if she is recuperating, don't let her be alone for a while!

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That night, Yan Ce, who was known as a cunning fox and spread in Kyushu, used a mysterious method that was not humane to make King Qin restrain his son Fusu.

And Shang Ji happened to continue to be in charge of Qin Wangzheng's daily life because the Lord Ling Shi asked for sick leave.

A free animal that gets up earlier than the donkey and sleeps later than the donkey——Shang Ji spent half her life as a refugee, and finally saw someone bribe her to buy news.

Shang Ji was so excited that she put two more sticks of incense on Yan Ce, and while accepting the gift with a smile, she sold the news. For the sake of fairness, the poor Shang Ji chose not to refuse anyone who came.

However, every nobleman got the same information, so the later nobles were very upset, and they stopped giving gifts and at the same time decisively reported Shang Ji.

Then, Shang Ji not only confiscated all the gifts she had received, but was also suspended by the ordering officer and became an ordinary servant. The young girl next door burst into tears after hearing this.

In order to make a living, Miss Shang Ji decided to be courteous, gain the favorability of Mr. Ling, and then use 10 favorability points in exchange for the reinstatement of the official and start her official career again.

Holding the gift bought with borrowed money in her hand, she walked cautiously into the Lingshi's mansion, and seeing that the Lingshi didn't say anything to reprimand her, she boldly approached the door.

And then.

Ah, this familiar figure from the back, this unscrupulous movement, this... isn't it Mr. Ce!

Shang Ji's fawning petite citizen's expression froze for a moment, she was silent for a while, then turned her head stiffly to see Miss Ling Shi's calm gaze on the dead.

I, Shang Ji, may be cold today...

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Shang Ji: "..."

She felt that something might not be right when she came. This scene was like a mentally handicapped servant rushing to break the honeymoon of the two immediate bosses, and it was the aftertaste stage after the various positions in the honeymoon.

She almost passed out, and she smiled under the overwhelming pressure, her head seemed to be sluggish at this moment.

The sun hangs high in the eastern sky, and the brazier is burning inside the room, but it still can't drive away the coldness that makes people feel from the bottom of their hearts.

The lord Ling Shi pulled down the quilt, revealing a delicate face that was neither sad nor joyful, and one could vaguely see the pink skin exposed on the inside, and the slightly transparent light-colored top that was soaked in sweat.

"My lord, I'll make you a decoction... It seems that I don't need you anymore, so you should rest more. I brought some nourishing and nourishing hometown specialties, and you can keep them for eating."