Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She said, "What answer?"

"Your opinion on Yan Ce...you can also say your opinion."

"The biggest official in a country, this is how I position him."

"It's not an emperor, but a person's perspective..."

Han Fei shook his head, wanting to know how much Yan Ce accounted for, or he was asking whether it was more or less that crossed the line.

While Han Fei was waiting with lowered eyes, her black hair raised and she walked past.

For a split second, as if time was frozen, a white hand rested on Han Fei's shoulder, "Maybe it's... I like it."

The sound was very soft, like a feather falling into the lake, without any waves.

As she said, the measurement of people's hearts is very vague, let alone the most difficult to recognize yourself.

Before Han Fei opened his mouth, Ying Zheng had already walked to the door and completely pushed open the main door that opened the front line.

Blooming flower trees, swaying branches and leaves dyed with a light golden halo, diffuse in the long back.

But it didn't cover the slightly raised lips.

It was too subtle and complicated to explain in words, even Han Fei couldn't understand it.

She raised her hand to stop the fluttering petals, stood there for a few seconds, lightly stretched her fingers, and let the petals dance under the tree.

"No, what are you thinking? Thinking that I will suppress and hide the emotional changes, so that you can go back and spend more time thinking about it."

At this moment, her smile was still there, and the indifference of being the first emperor could not be seen in her eyes. "Following the crowd and daring to act are different attitudes, and there is no distinction between high and low in itself, but the sage has chosen a high or low style. In the beginning, I I just feel that this child is different, and I don’t know where the natural affection is driven..."

"In a distant dream, a wordless story happened. I believed it, but I forgot it when I woke up. I just waited for the moment of recollection."

"Maybe it will never come."

Unlike Zhuang Zhou's philosophical tone in his words, Han Fei could see that His Majesty was in a good mood, but he couldn't help but draw a terrible conclusion in his heart.

You won't have a little secret with your daughter's fiancé in private, it won't be that you really want to be green... right?

She is sixteen this year. Although she is not yet an adult, she is still a big child. This kind of blow will directly push her to blacken. Han Fei came here to persuade her, and warned her by sacrificing herself, dicing her onion and warning her.

"do not think too much."

The emperor looked back and chuckled, as if reading Han Fei's worried expression.

"I never thought about disturbing ethics, and..."

She paused for a syllable, frowned slightly, stretched it out again, and continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't make any misunderstanding with him."

pS: Diarrhea pain, 28 less 29 make up.

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The passage of time continued.

The emperor returned to the rehearsal scene, and the slightly turbulent venue fell silent. Han Fei, sitting beside him, lowered his head and sat in front of the table without saying a word.

I don't know when, this His Majesty's mind became confused, not that he started to slack off on state affairs, but that there was a crack in his heart as tough as steel.

The rehearsal ended perfectly without accident, and a huge stone in everyone's heart fell.

When bright stars bloomed above the boundless night, the gathered Milky Way spanned countless light-years, the night fell, and the last rehearsal ceremony was announced to be over, and the few generals who rushed back to the country, and the nine high-ranking officials who gathered in the royal court left the palace one after another.

Time, process, venue, security... Thousands of professionals have spent countless days and nights, and every detail is perfect.

Everyone can foresee that the historian will cut the history of the empire in two because of this day, and the centuries of war will come to an end.

Looking up at everything on the top of the night, showing a relaxed smile, maybe I can sleep well.

Han Fei was the last person to leave besides the emperor. She took a deep look at the emperor with inexplicable emotions in her eyes, saluted, and walked down the stone steps as well.

"He hasn't come back yet..."

Yingzheng's throat was so dry that his voice sounded a little hoarse. The pale moonlight fell into the wine bottle, and it was a full moon.

Wuyue for a hundred years, five tyrants and seven heroes... Divided and reunited, several centuries, all passed away... Every period of time was written into narrow letters, and became individual handwriting, reunified and reunited.

But there are still people who know that whether they are Chu people, Qin people, Yue people, Wu people... they are all citizens of the same country, but they have forgotten that now all the divided lands have been restored in her hands again.

His palms were clenched into fists.

Facing this square of heaven, there is no missing piece of this picture hanging in the Xianyang Palace. This is the dream of the ancestors, and the advice echoed in the ears of the six generations, don't forget the ambition of the Great Qin.

Countless people were sacrificed, and under the loess, the bones were piled from Hangu Pass to outside the Great Wall. If you have never seen it, you will not have a real sense of the numbers in the slips. Ten thousand people died, one hundred thousand people, one million, all are numbers written by a historian .

In the huge royal court, it seemed that there was only one person left in the empty world.

Her eyes became more and more difficult to understand, and she suddenly laughed.

One day, the face will age, the life will disappear, the body will rot, the past will be forgotten, and there will always be something left behind.

Raising the wine bottle, the clear and transparent wine flowed down the throat accompanied by the moonlight, like a flame burning the heart.

Wipe the corners of her raised lips.

The unimaginable glory did not raise her arrogance that defied the world.