Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"But the time is too long, we can't see it, right?" Mo Yan's tone was a little unwilling, "And the order of grace has been issued, and the historian will record it in full. If there is a change in the state, the descendants of the nobles will once again hold the glorious Imperial power, you may, no, will be processed into a distorted and ugly image."

The arc of Yan Ce's smile widened a bit, and he said in a gentle voice: "Not only twisted, but also terrifying. It's okay, forgive them, they have no personal enmity with me, so even if they just stabbed me in the back with divestment this time, I will I don’t hold grudges against them, and never will.”

"You, why are you so...gentle?"

Little classmate Mo Yan was stunned for a moment. She actually wanted to use the word "Holy Mother whore" to describe her, but His Royal Highness Fusu was also present, so she had to be more tactful.

"To the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms who hate me, I'm just a passer-by. Confucius also said that people don't know but don't feel stunned." Yan Ce said generously.

"Have you always thought this way?"

What a bitch... The bitch coefficient is four and a half stars!

Mo Yan opened his eyes wide.

"That's right... a ghost."

Yan Ce's expression turned into gritted teeth in an instant, staring at Tai Ah who "stands guard" in the corner.

"It's a passer-by. I'm their guide in the underworld. This group of historical traitors will all walk hand in hand with me when I die."

The promised mother whore, why are you so narrow-minded all of a sudden!

Mo Yan caught a glimpse of His Royal Highness Fusu covering his small mouth and snickering, and he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes perfectly conveyed the signal "This grandson... This His Royal Highness still has a clear distinction between love and hate as always, so I'm relieved".

On the side, Fusu carefully wiped the fruit with a handkerchief, acting like a gentle wife, and handed it to the boy's mouth with a blushing face.

"Eat." The prince girl turned her head slightly to avoid Yan Ce's sight.

As soon as Yan Ce took a bite, the juice flowed to the corner of his mouth, the girl wiped it with her index finger, and boldly sucked it into her lips, the boy immediately fell into a momentary stupor.

"..."

Seeing that the two Highnesses were not unfamiliar with each other as rumored, the girl who inherited the inheritance of Mohism felt relieved, picked up the letter, and checked the accounts.

After a while, she replied: "Your Highness Ce, there is no problem with the accounts."

"That's great, I checked it all morning."

Yan Ce smiled slightly.

Mo Yan said: "Actually, this is only half of the scientific research team's accounts. The other half is stored in the newly built research laboratory."

"I came to the medical building to look for His Highness yesterday, but I couldn't see you after walking around. Fortunately, you came back today, so I won't make another trip in vain."

"..."

At this moment, Princess Fusu's smile froze.

She vaguely recalled some information Yan Ce said, and deduced something from it.

For example, some information that is completely inconsistent with the front and back.

So, the girl covered up all her shyness, and wiped her fingers with a handkerchief over and over again.

In Yan Ce's mind, he could use bullet screens to swipe the screen. He originally thought that this incident was over, but he didn't expect the Mohist girl to make such a sudden remark. The image of a good-looking young man just created was about to collapse.

It seems that it will develop from the pure love of "hehehe" to the horrible sickness and abuse, and it will start to the good boat.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the scrutinizing eyes of the little princess Fusu.

"You said just now, where did you go yesterday..." The cute appearance of the young prince retains the tenderness of the limited collection for the boy, "Can you repeat it again?"

If you don't go home, where have you been?

The girl's subtext has hidden the infinite hatchet system, and Mo Yan seems to have experienced the baptism of dog food just now, and didn't realize that this is not a show of affection, but the terrible fact of the guillotine.

"Actually, I went to study with Mr. Fei. Mr.'s words are hard to say, and the writing of Guqi is really good."

I'm sorry, but at this critical moment, you should stand up for the sake of your students.

At this moment, Yan Ce decided to choose the best one.

"Yesterday, after I came back from observing the case, I chatted with my husband for a long time."

There was a slight chill in the girl's calm voice.

"The time is wrong, when did you go to find Mr. Fei?" Yan Ce sighed.

"When do you need me to find the duck?" Fu Su smiled.

Well, fried.

Yan Ce covered his face, and waved his hands to make Mo Yan, who was facing a catastrophe, retreat first, so that the spark of reform could stay as long as it could.

"Are you willing to trust me once?"

The young man said this sentence almost with all his strength, clasping Fusu's soft shoulders with his hands, his tone was sincere, as beautiful as the moment when he first met.

In early summer, the first promise under the moonlit night.

Fusu's eyes gradually widened, he was dumb for a moment, his eyes changed several times quickly, his two thin lips were squeezed together, and he turned his gaze away.

"I, wish-"

"excuse me."

Miss Lingshi came in, ignoring the boys and girls who fell off the bed, stepped on the fragments to the bookshelf at the other end of the hospital bed, pulled out the forgotten volume of Emperor Shihuang, and prepared to take it away and burn it.