Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

It can be predicted that after today, the legend of the Demon King of Yan permeating the heads of the nobles will probably be so terrifying that it can make a young girl stop crying. At least I can say that there is absolutely no divestment.

"It's not me who destroys the win-win cooperation. It's time to vomit a little bit of the wealth accumulated by the nobles of the family for hundreds of years, not to mention the simple truth that the moon is full and the loss is not understood by scholars. And in order to force... to ask the prime minister to forgive me, I can't sleep in the middle of the night."

"Your Highness is too modest. Tonight, there is no way anyone in Xianyang City can sleep peacefully."

"Are you still procrastinating?"

Of course Yan Ce knew that the prime minister, who wanted to pin him down and rub against him, had no patience for chatting.

Since the day of his birth, the prime minister spent the night on the pile of firewood for the first time, looking at the ray of moonlight through the window.

"Yes, what if His Majesty already knows what you have done?"

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The night grew thicker.

The outside of the prime minister's mansion has become a mess. As time goes by bit by bit, no matter how steady the big man is, he loses a lot of patience, especially when he sees Yan Ce preparing for a big bonfire party, his heart starts beating faster .

"Has His Majesty been notified?"

"I have sent someone already, why hasn't anyone responded yet! Could it be that His Majesty is already asleep?"

"The man is back, what do you say?"

The aristocrat who was dispatched earlier had a strange look on his face, and he opened his mouth after a while: "I haven't seen Your Majesty, the Royal Guards said that His Majesty is in the ancestral temple, offering sacrifices to the souls of the ancestors of the past generations, and no one should disturb him."

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Eve of dawn.

Beside the Emperor Pavilion and outside the ancestral temple, a line of pale golden lamps and shadows stretched out. The black-haired emperor in casual clothes stood silently in the center, his pupils flickered slightly under the lights, and his expression was thoughtful.

Above are the tablets of the ancestors of past dynasties. There are no portraits, no tributes, just rows and rows of lonely, solemn small wooden tablets. When the gate is gradually opened, soft light is scattered outside the ancestral temple.

"Your Majesty, some adults... said that you must be notified, please stop Young Master Yan immediately."

Shang Ji walked into the most solemn building of Xianyang Palace lightly, lowered her head very low, and didn't dare to turn her eyes around easily. She didn't get a response for a long time. She was a little nervous and raised her eyes to glance at the emperor's figure, then moved away hastily.

"I perform sacrifices in the ancestral temple, didn't you tell them?"

Ying Zheng walked into the tablet, pinched a corner of his sleeve, and carefully wiped off a few grains of dust on the tablet.

"Told you."

Shang Ji answered cautiously, her voice seemed to be crying.

After straightening the ancestor's seat, Ying Zheng pursed his lips slightly, turned his head, and looked directly at Shang Ji.

"Since they already know, then their next step is to break into the palace?"

"The adults said that they will wait patiently in the outer court for His Majesty to finish the sacrifice until they can see you in person."

Shang Ji quietly looked at His Majesty's face, but she didn't notice the intention to cleanse the royal court. She regained her spirits and added, "Moreover, many nobles have gathered at the gate of the Outer Court Palace, claiming that if they can't see His Majesty in person, they will leave the palace." Crashed to death at the palace gate."

"Really?" Ying Zheng raised his interest a little bit, "If you really dare to hit them to death, I will look at them with admiration instead."

"Your Majesty, do you want to continue offering sacrifices?" Shang Ji asked in a low voice.

Ying Zheng put on a black cloak, his face was neither sad nor happy, and there was a long silence, and then he said calmly: "Who is the leader?"

"Zongzheng, one of the Nine Ministers, Gongsun."

When Shang Ji said Zong Zheng, Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and said flatly, "Tell them to come in."

"promise."

Shang Ji hurriedly prepared to leave the place that made her feel depressed, but one second before she was about to step out of the ancestral temple, the emperor stopped Shang Ji.

"Wait, ask Zongzheng to come in alone, and those who stand outside the palace gate are all important officials of mine, so don't treat them badly."

Ying Zheng smiled playfully.

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"Shang Ji, when will Your Majesty come out!"

"Are you thirsty, do you drink water?"

Numerous nobles and dignitaries swarmed up, each with prominent status, surrounded the female official who was temporarily transferred to His Majesty's side.

Shang Ji suddenly had the illusion that "my old lady is the best in the world", but the exhaustion of the whole night of frightening made this superiority suddenly drop a lot. She coughed lightly and said seriously: "Your Majesty just finished offering sacrifices to the ancestors. Tired, I heard that the adults have been waiting outside the palace gate for a long time, and I can't bear the hard work of the adults."

"so?"

All the nobles couldn't help showing the moving smiles of "the old minister is so important in His Majesty's mind".

Shang Ji looked at those "benefactors" who had given her gifts (zongzi) and caused her to be punished to stand for half a month, showing a kind smile.

"So, His Majesty specially ordered me to bring blankets to everyone, so as not to freeze, especially those adults who said they were going to crash and die at the palace gate."

Shang Ji took a deep breath and dutifully conveyed the emperor's instructions.

"Your Majesty said that blood must be seen on the palace gate today."