Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The next moment, a white tender foot stretched out and kicked Yan Ce aside.

"Is there only the word estrus engraved in your head? It's disgusting."

"..."

Yan Ce rubbed his ankle, fortunately, Miss Lingshi didn't use any force at all, just the strength of an ordinary girl.

"No, it should be your fault. Obviously, I didn't think much about it. It should be because you think too much. The singing girl is not selling other things. She is not a bad person. What do you think, my lord?"

The woman's cold eyes stared over instantly, as if looking at a pile of scum.

"To shut up!"

Yan Ce paused, and asked: "Okay, don't mention this. I remember Shangguan, isn't it just a noble surname, why haven't you seen it used before?"

"Huh?" She spat out a single sound with unknown meaning, carefully looked at Yan Ce's expression, and said coldly: "I just said, I'm not used to it, so don't use it, did your ears break before?"

An angry voice echoed in the bedroom of the Snapper.

"It's okay if you're not used to it. Your subordinates look like they've seen a ghost when they see you. How dare they call you by your name."

Yan Ce analyzed on his own, but he didn't find that Miss Ling Shi's anger value had doubled. The woman put on a cold face and pointed her finger at Yan Ce.

"come over."

"what happened?"

The light pink toes that faintly reveal cherry blossoms from the whiteness hit Yan Ce's calf heavily.

The unbalanced teenager touched the woman's shoulder like a conditioned reflex, and pulled the messy clothes to reveal the delicate collarbone. Under the moonlight, the entire skin was exposed. Side breasts, vague body curves.

And, her unchanging expression, which was as cold as winter all day long, flashed a slight shock.

In the next second, she pushed his head down, extremely forcefully, with one hand tightly gripping the opening of the jacket, and the other hand forced the boy to bow his head and maintain a kneeling posture.

After a long silence, Miss Lingshi took a coat and put it on, walking past Yan Ce with a terrifying air of calm and prestige, and sat opposite him.

"The guards of the four gates are all the princes and one party. If the Great Wall Army wants to enter Xianyang, there will be almost no obstacles. The Great Wall Army that has not been expanded has [-] elites. Assuming that it is stationed along the Great Wall from the North to Xianyang, half of the suppression may be used. The aristocratic riots that have occurred, it is impossible for the nobles who have thoroughly investigated their private soldiers to spend so much."

Yan Ce tried not to look at his still angry face, and asked, "Is it possible to cut off the supply?"

She analyzed in a cold voice: "A [-]-strong army, you don't have the military power to let anyone kill it, do you have the National Death Assassin under you? Only beheading is feasible, will you use it?"

Yan Ce shook his head, "No...it's too low, Fusu won't admit defeat."

"Oh, Your Highness, is there any way not to act?" She tightened her coat, as if reminding the young man of what she had just done.

Yan Ce said seriously: "Seduction, poisoning, sneak attack..."

"...Is this the way you say you don't play tricks?"

"Fusu hasn't left Xianyang yet, so it's too early to discuss this. I haven't eaten all day, and I'm going to starve to death."

"Footwash, do you want it?"

Miss Ling Shi laughed angrily. The royal kitchen has already rested at this time. Unless His Majesty needs to eat, the royal kitchen must be closed.

Yan Ce asked seriously, "How many?"

Facing His Royal Highness, who was immune to ridicule, Miss Lingshi said, "Wait for a while."

Yan Ce retracted the letter, puzzled and said, "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until you starve to death, then ask Shang Ji to choose the cheapest coffin, nail it with the best nails in the country, pour it with pig iron and seal it, and then sink it into the deepest part of Qinchuan."

The extremely vicious words were read by the woman's indifferent voice, but it had a strange taste, like scolding and expressing dissatisfaction in a unique way.

After finishing speaking, he glared at Yan Ce, turned around and bent over to put on his shoes at the door, ready to walk towards the back kitchen.

Before leaving, the woman turned her head and stretched out her hand to him, and Yan Ce would give her the corner food box knowingly.

"What to eat?"

"Be lighter."

"Pickles, bean soup, mixed with a little honey?"

"That's great."

The harmonious, natural conversation only lasted for a short while, she turned her face away and went out.

After dismissing Miss Lingshi, Yan Ce put back all the useless slips he had read, and some key points of the slips reporting the deployment of the legion were directly thrown into the brazier and burned.

Looking directly at Haojie Moonlight for a long time, he shook his head.

Showing a helpless smile, it seems that he recalled some scenery that did not exist in the first place.

Chapter five hundred and sixty second it's hard, it's hard

Yan Ce looks at the world he sees from the perspective of an observer. Has he changed the direction of this world line?Or if this line is not disturbed, it will also go to the unknown?Like the philosophical thinking of Taoist sages, the most obscure state of inaction reaches the fruit of action.

At this moment, the wealth and power accumulated by the nobles for centuries will be gradually dispersed, and eventually returned to the central government, avoiding the trouble of rebellion. The assessment system of the school gradually extends from the rich to the poor, and sooner or later, it will reach out to the real bottom. Meals can't just rely on spiritual materials such as poems and songs, but need food, technology... This is the purpose of the establishment of the research institute.

Although it is still just an "incompetent" organization that spends money like water, at least the foundation has been established, and he can maintain the daily consumption of this group of bombers by relying on the financial power gathered by his "capability".

Technology really burns money, especially in the process of creating something from nothing. Yan's strategy has produced a series of shocking numbers. He has every reason to say that in another two centuries, the research team of the Mohist School can take off.

This group of bastards really don't know what saving is. The Great Qin Emperor of the next era will definitely exile all these bombers into the atmosphere.