Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"No."

Zifang slowly approached Yan Ce, pulled over a wooden chair, sat down quietly, turned her head slightly to observe the young man at the side, saw that he was engrossed, and slowly increased the angle of turning a little bit.

What he was flipping through was a "book" bound by paper, but because of the unsatisfactory papermaking process, this "book" didn't look exquisite.

"Your Highness, what are you looking at?"

"Mister's "Say Difficulty"."

"Han Fei!"

The little student Zifang raised her buttocks and leaned forward, her black pupils seemed to be shining with crystal light, and asked seriously: "Is it the work of Han Feizi, a great sage in Korea? Rumors say that the last one in the era of the hundred schools of thought is eligible to be The sage who is called a sage, and is also His Royal Highness's teacher, although he yearns for him, but Han Feizi lives in the royal court and cannot see him."

Yan Ce let go of one hand, gave half of the book to her, and said, "Well, sir's talent and learning are the best in the world. This book was written not long ago. At that time, my husband's face was very bad. I thought it was a suicide note. Give it to me, I have been living in the research institute for a long time, and I heard that your husband's complexion is gradually improving."

Zifang was vaguely aware of the unreliable hidden information, raised his fingers to pinch the other end of the book, and asked with a frown, "The book Han Feizi sent to His Highness...Is it okay for me to read it?"

Han Feizi passed on her life's achievements to Yan Ce, a closed-door student. This is the teacher's way, but she is not a student of Han Feizi, and she has never even seen her in Korea. At this moment, she feels a sense of burglary.

"It doesn't matter. Since the master gave it to me, how to use it is my business. Of course it's okay to show it to the students of the research institute, not to mention it's so cute."

The girl sat at the wooden table and looked at Yan Ce who was winking at her, and felt that she was gradually relaxing.

"Your Highness, please be serious!"

"Shh, be quiet, the library must not make any noise."

"It's obviously His Royal Highness, you go first... This is a double standard."

"The prince still has privileges, don't worry about it."

"..."

Yan Ce's easy-going made Zifang's nervousness dissipate with time, she stroked her hair on the side of her ears, and lowered her head.

The comfortable wooden chair was covered with warm cushions, and the numb legs stretched under the wooden table to relax and sway slightly. This atmosphere is very comfortable. For some reason, her mind echoed in the cold mansion, the voices of the parents. Indifferent entrustment.

Immediately, his eyes fell on the ancient books of the sages, and he saw Yan Ce turn the page on his own initiative.

Zifang pinched the other half of the book, her eyes widened suddenly: "Wait a minute, I haven't read it yet!"

"I showed it to you at the beginning, but I didn't say I'd wait for you. Did you misunderstand something?"

"The prince is cunning."

After saying these few words, she suddenly fell silent. This is Daqin's prince, who forgot his identity for a moment just now, and immediately bowed her head to admit her mistake.

"There is no prince here, and there is no master of the research institute. I am also a student."

While speaking, Yan Ce turned another page, and glanced at the not so "dark" mastermind with a smile.

She kept silent, lowered her eyes and quietly followed Yan Ce to read the book.

……

The sun is westward.

Yan Ce stretched himself, and unknowingly read the whole day. Even His Majesty must be satisfied with such studious behavior.

"If you have a chance, you can meet with me, Mr. Mr. likes smart children very much."

She raised her head slightly, her watery eyes blinked, and then she looked away again, "...why?"

"Don't you really want to see Mr. Fei?"

"..."

She bowed her head again and remained silent.

"The book is given to you, but you can't take it out."

After the lingering sound fell, the young man left the library from his back.

Sitting alone in the library, Zifang seems to be contemplating, but also seems to be struggling, twisting a page of the book vigorously with her fingers.

"……Um."

Chapter five hundred and ninety-fifth instigating rebellion failed

Another morning.

Yan Ce greeted, "What a coincidence."

"Prince, this excuse has been used rotten."

Zifang stared at His Royal Highness in the distance, and mercilessly exposed Yan Ce's disguise.

He hugged his bag tightly in his arms. In the past few days, he deliberately "coincidentally" met her like this, and then spent the whole day pestering her, leaving her no time and energy to do things.

This girl who hated the Qin Dynasty had a wave of fluctuations from the depths of her soul well buried in her heart, but what puzzled her was that the Prince Qin, who was feared by the world, lived like an ordinary person every day.

She bowed to the prince, "Your Highness, I'm going to class."

"All graduate students are forced to take three days off." Yan Ce stretched his body while doing gymnastics, and said to the girl beside him, "You are a day student, Zifang, and if you don't fill in your home address properly, there is no way to notify you in time."

Just now, the firm belief that she should never have anything to do with Yan Ce was shattered in an instant, Zifang stopped in her tracks with a look of surprise on her face.

"Holiday! Why do you want to take a vacation? What's the reason?"