Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Are you willing to join the research institute and get close to the core of this building?"

"!!!"

Ovary's expression became strange.

At this moment, she couldn't figure out what the prince wanted to do.

Are all people assimilated by Qin so terrible?

"Your Highness, I am not a native of Qin, but a survivor of my old country. It seems inappropriate to enter the core."

Looking into the girl's eyes, Yan Ce shook his head: "Only by abandoning blood and prejudice can we establish a fairness that satisfies the vast majority. Whether you are from Qin has nothing to do with whether you can participate in the core project of the research institute."

"fair?"

It seemed that it was the first time that someone of such a status said these two words, and Zifang felt a little funny.

The person who enjoys the most resources wants to establish fairness. Does this prince want to be a partner of justice?

What's even more funny is that the prince didn't know that she was the one behind the scenes who set up a series of tricks to wait for him to enter the center of public opinion.

The summer breeze blew the small window, and the fragrance of plants and trees echoed in the inner hall along with the sound of the bell at the end of the course. She looked around, but did not find any high-end and luxurious decorations, but the puppets occasionally brought by the researchers. A research institute that invests one-third of the world's financial resources.

The ovary, who was indoctrinated with the shadow of Yan Ce by his parents since he was a child, first felt that the prince's proposal was inexplicable, and then he was inexplicably moved. Compared with the self-precious brooms of other countries, his actions undoubtedly violated the interests of countless nobles... I don't know how many people People want to eat their flesh.

But to this day, the prince is still standing in front of everyone.If you think about it carefully, this prince has no national hatred or family feud with her. The country was destroyed by the first emperor, and the privileges of a country's nobles were also deprived by the first emperor.

Zifang closed her eyes, she didn't hate Yan Ce, it was just that he stood in the way of restoring the country.

The prince's answer was reflected in the girl's complicated eyes.

A door at the back of the hall was pushed open by him, and the secrets of the research institute were shown to Zifang, who was an outstanding student. There was no distinction between sects or countries, and it was simply to impart knowledge to those who seek knowledge.

"Your Highness, please allow me to ask a personal question. I heard that you are deeply involved in rumors...why don't you clarify?"

According to the thinking of normal people, it is not the best action to win the hearts of the people when they are discredited.

"Need not."

"why!"

There was a pause in the voice, Zifang wanted to know why the trick she set for the prince was broken at the first step.

Hearing this, Yan Ce was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Because I don't need others to praise me."

"Then, don't you fear death?"

"If you can change something, it doesn't matter if you die, right?"

The prince standing in the front, naturally, the nobles did not dare to hate the first emperor, so they squeezed their hatred on Yan Ce, slandering his every word and deed, seeking a moment of peace of mind.

The girl who walked into the core area followed Yan Ce and drifted away.

All the researchers greeted him familiarly, while the boy responded one by one with a smile on his face. There was no distinction between the crown prince and the civilians, just two people greeting each other.

She found out that Yan Ce hadn't lied, that the prince had really opened up a lot of secrets to her as an outstanding student.

When it comes to a prince who has never been seen and is stigmatized by the world, all nobles will take it for granted that they want to try this deviant and want to see their "justice" prevail, even if she is the same. in this way.

But when he really saw his demeanor, he was completely different from the evil ghost imagined by the elders. If he wants to restore the country, must he use the blood of innocent people to pave the way?

It is the lawful who has ruled out fairness, not the assassin who sneaks in the dark and waits for the dawn.

"Did i do something wrong?"

At this time, her eyes met Yan Ce for a moment, then she looked away, quietly followed behind the prince like a little tail, a little dazed.

Seeing that Yan Ce was about to ask the staff to order a white coat for her to go in and out of the research institute normally, the girl's eyes were downcast, accompanied by depression.

"..."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it forcefully, echoing in her heart was a kind of guilt that should not exist as an aristocrat of an aristocratic family.

Chapter five hundred and ninety-third step-by-step instigation

Yan Ce scanned the interior, all researches were carried out in an orderly manner, intentionally or unconsciously said: "Zifang, why did you come to the research institute?"

Zifang's breath stagnates, and then she said seriously: "I am a little nobleman from a concubine. If I don't study hard to change my destiny, I will have no chance to change it. And my chance is only this time... At least, this is better than the naked eye in the past. The foreseeable future is much better."

Speaking of this, she showed a sincere smile. The "rebellious" behavior of Mr. Yan opened a door, giving everyone the opportunity to change the established future.

In an era when the nobles rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation, it is undoubtedly a kind of "rebellion" to see this kind of fairness that goes all out.

"Standing beside the nobleman, to be able to say such a thing, Ovary is amazing."

Yan Ce clapped his hands in praise.

call--

What relieved Zifang was that Yan Ce didn't ask the bottom line, let alone her family background, but the prince's tone sounded more like taking care of children's emotions, which also made Zifang's little classmate feel underestimated dissatisfaction.

"Your Highness, what is this?"

"Paper, I haven't found a cheap mass production formula yet. I didn't expect printing to innovate so much faster than paper." Looking at the movable type that was laid flat on the type plate, Yan Ce showed a slightly surprised expression, and pointed his finger Rubbing the solid tactility of the clay characters.

"Very soft, not so soft..."

Zifang blinked, took advantage of Yan Ce's inattention, and gently pinched the corner of the paper, followed him to turn his head, and immediately closed his hands, hiding his fingers in his sleeves, pretending to be a good baby.