Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Your Majesty, I still need to prepare lessons, and I really can't afford to increase my 'knowledge' with you."

The three of them... still can't accept such a lewd/chaotic way of playing!

Moreover, Yan Ce was still her student, if she was to be done by one of her students, she would simply die.

Han Fei prevaricated with an extremely reluctant reason, and now she just wanted to escape from this terrifying place.

Ying Zheng smiled lightly and said, "It's cold in summer. Since you don't want to stay, Mr. Fei shouldn't go out of the dormitory at will recently. If you catch a cold, I will feel guilty."

Chapter 88 Mr. Forced Offline

Catching a cold in midsummer?

This is summer, even if you run naked in the royal court, you won't feel cold. Is this the first plan to restrain her feet?This should have disturbed the late-night private life of the two of them, so the next step should be to silence them.

Han Fei's whole expression became subtle. She glanced at the young man who was frantically signaling a strategic retreat to her, then looked at Ying Zheng's indifferent eyes, and read from it, "I'll be honest in the school from now on." "This simple meaning.

Ying Zheng clapped his hands, walked into two guards with unfriendly eyes, and stood behind Mr. Fei suspiciously.

She smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Fei is weak, so it's best not to step out of the dormitory in the next few days. I will remind the servants to send it to the door of the dormitory, and come out when Mr. Fei is in better health."

Could it be that the king became dissatisfied because he disturbed the two people's promiscuous nightlife, and even wanted to imprison her completely in the school dormitory, then——

What kind of miraculous mentality does His Royal Highness Fusu have in order to calmly treat all this as invisible.

However, there was no time to ask the next question. Mr. Fei was respectfully "invited" back to the school dormitory by the guards, and was expelled from the palace indifferently by King Qin without even having a chance to remind Yan Ce.

"Mr. Fei, is she okay?"

After watching Mr. Fei, who hit the muzzle of Qin Wangzheng perfectly and impartially, leave the palace, Yan Ce swallowed the food in his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at this smiling, but actually a little sullen woman.

"...The widow did not expect that you would ask Mr. Fei for help and tell Mr. Fei some secrets. I also didn't expect that Mr. Fei would really choose to test the attitude of the widow. It was unexpected."

Ying Zheng closed the open window, the arc of his smile disappeared, and he turned his head coldly, "It's stupid beyond everyone's expectations."

"This time I still admit my mistake."

Yan Ce sighed, admitting mistakes in front of her is almost a habit, anyway, as long as what she said must be absolutely correct, it's over.

Wiping the food residue from the corner of his mouth, he said helplessly, "But I never leaked the secret, everything is guessed by Mr. Fei himself."

"Mr. Fei, how much has she guessed so far?"

Yan Ce frowned, and asked in an uncertain tone, "Maybe it's...all of them?"

all?

This is really "good" news.

Han Fei saw the private meeting between King Qin and his daughter's fiancé in the middle of the night, and the legalist sage also learned a lot about Qin Wangzheng and the young man's secrets. It is hard to guarantee that these secrets will not fall into the ears of his daughter Fusu. Su really knew that her mother and her fiancé had made those intimate actions——

What was Fusu's reaction?Whether it was the joy described in those articles in the slips, or the pain of heartbreak, no matter what kind of reaction it was, it was enough to give Qin Wangzheng a headache.

She is really not sure about Fusu's reaction now. If she really learns badly under the influence of Mr. Fei, she will hand over this iron-blooded country with strong ministers to Fusu who has a flawed personality. It will destroy her country.

That would be the worst possible ending.

Ying Zheng walked up to the young man, looked at the expression on the young man's cheeks for a while, and rubbed his temples with a headache. Now, he suddenly had the idea of ​​sending Mr. Fei to prison directly, and imprisoning this wise man until he died of old age.

"I thought the situation was bad enough, but I didn't expect it to be far worse than I imagined."

Yan Ce raised his head, blinked his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about what's left, I believe in Mr. Fei's character, even if Mr. knows the secret, he will never tell anyone else, and Mr. She is super smart."

Even so, Mr. Fei's teacher's morality really made her feel uneasy.

Yingzheng's beautiful cheek showed an indescribable tangle. He sat back on the edge of the desk, supported his chin, closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down and think about the preparation plan. His white fingers picked up a half-bitten pastry and sent it to the mouth. middle.

"Wait--"

And Yan Ce just wanted to stop the bitten piece of pastry, but before he could stop it, he found that Ying Zheng had already taken the first bite, and immediately seemed to have noticed the gap in the front half of the pastry, and his expression changed for a moment. Unnaturally, he frowned and pursed his lips.

She asked lightly: "What's wrong?"

"nothing……"

Yan Ce consciously pretended not to see it, blushed slightly, and changed the subject crudely.

"I'm a little hungry, just want to ask if you have any leftovers?"

"Don't eat."

She opened her eyes, moved her eyes to the closed window, and said calmly: "Go back after eating the rest, the widow should go to sleep."

"……it is good."

Since it was decided that he would leave after she fell asleep, the young man definitely couldn't rely on the king of Qin not to leave, but he still had some reluctance on his face when she personally issued the expulsion order.

In order to cover up the gaffe just now, Yan Ce said with a smile: "The corner of your mouth is dirty, I'll wipe it off for you."

The boy habitually picked up the handkerchief in front of her desk, and touched her lips.

But Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, and didn't immediately stop him.

The woman's thin lips were stained with pastry crumbs, the boy did not do any unnecessary movements, but gently wiped off the slightly sticky crumbs through the handkerchief, and the gap between the two lips flowed out The warm breath made his fingers itch, and the boy's index finger was a little hot and humid from the woman's breath.

The soft touch lasted for less than a second.

The cherry red lips shone faintly under the light of the lamp.