Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Not long after, the belligerent credentials full of political flavor were handed over to Ying Zhengshu's desk.

Ying Zheng glanced lightly and nodded.

The inner servant took out the seal of the King of Qin from an exquisite wooden box and held it in front of the king.

Ying Zheng raised his head to look at the highly efficient female maid, there was a hint of lightness on her beautiful face, the hair that was hanging down from her ears was gently pulled behind her ears, she took the seal, put the seal down, and the credential officially took effect.

She seemed to think of something, and said lightly: "Maybe it's time for Fusu to handle government affairs, what do you think?"

The maid frowned, lowered her head, and bowed in a standard salutation, and said humbly, "My servant does not dare to speak falsely."

Ying Zheng sneered and said, "Why don't you dare to speak bluntly, the widow wants you to speak out now."

"The eldest son is honest and kind, but he does not understand the laws of Qin and does not understand political affairs, so he should concentrate on his studies now. If he intervenes in political affairs now, there may be trouble."

"In other words, even you are not optimistic about Fusu?"

"This--"

The servant was dumbfounded, not daring to answer.

Ying Zheng didn't care about the embarrassed look on the servant's face, she knew that if even the servant who served her didn't like Fusu, she could imagine the attitude of the princes and ministers, and she couldn't help but sighed, "Forget it, you can guess the answer without talking about the widow. "

The Milky Way was leisurely outside the window, straddling the sky, Ying Zheng looked up at the stars, and the palace fell into a dead silence again, only the sound of cicadas echoed in her ears.

The silence was soon broken.

The guard nervously entered the hall to report, half-knelt in front of the king, and said, "Your Majesty, an assassin has sneaked into the palace of the son."

the next moment.

Ying Zheng's face became extraordinarily indifferent, his pale golden eyes were cold, and he held the hilt of Tai A's sword around his waist, like a dragon that had been offended against scales.

Chapter 9 Conflict between mother and daughter breaks out

The sound of neat and orderly footsteps sounded from far and near from outside the palace of the son, and the maids in the corridor quietly glanced at each other, exchanged glances, and read the atmosphere of the coming storm from the eyes of the other party.

In the middle of the night, the guards wearing black armor and swords surrounded the palace, and several torches raised the fiery light to reflect a corner of the Xianyang Palace.

Time passed by, and the woman in the black robe appeared indifferently and entered everyone's field of vision. The waist-length crow-black hair fluttered in the wind, and the firelight reflected on the unpretentious and beautiful face, which was so cold. Suffocating.

"Enter."

"No." The guards shouted in unison.

The two columns of armored soldiers held the torches in small steps and carefully pushed open the main entrance of the bedroom, raised their ears to listen to all the movements around them, and slowly drew their swords out.

The armored soldier who entered first was stunned by the firelight when he saw the scene where the inside was so clean that it didn't look like an assassin had sneaked in, he raised his hand and signaled to follow.

The next moment, the lights were bright.

Not long after, Fusu and Yan Ce walked out of the bedroom under the protection of the soldiers and came to salute in front of Qin Wangzheng. According to the plan that Fusu told Yan Ce earlier, Yan Ce was going to pretend to be the assassin he just played, while Fusu was in charge Explain the "misunderstanding" to King Qin, and then the two of them search for the "assassin" in private.

Misunderstandings are getting bigger and bigger.

The young man wiped away the cold sweat secretly, raised his head and smiled.

Fusu's body trembled slightly and tried his best to bend down and salute, "My son, see the king."

"Where's the assassin?" Ying Zheng asked coldly.

"Actually no... no assassins." Fu Su Qiang resisted the fear in his heart and said with difficulty.

After all, it was he who caused it. No matter what, he couldn't continue to let Young Master Fusu carry the blame alone, so he could only carry it together.

Yan Ce took a step forward and drew the oppressive cold gaze to himself, saying: "Your Majesty, Young Master Fusu and I discussed that we want to use a game to measure the guard's level of security, and consider whether it is necessary to strengthen the Xianyang Palace. In fact, there are no assassins."

She asked blankly, "What's the result?"

The tone was very flat, but anyone could hear the terrifying anger in it, as if saying, "How do you want to die?" She is the king of Qin. If you want someone to disappear, you only need one. Thoughts, without even having to move a hand, there will be thousands of people who will do it for her.

In order to make up for her fault and for peace of mind, Yan Ce stood in front of Fusu and met those eyes that were flashing with anger.

Really scary.

Yan Ce reluctantly smiled and said, "The result is that the Xianyang security system is surprisingly good. Judging from the geographer Newton's book on the practice of simulated tactics, this is reasonable."

"Is it?"

The woman didn't want to listen to the nonsense of this young man, she clenched her fists in her white palms, and released them in an instant. Her face was so cold that she glanced at Fusu, who was full of fear.

After a long silence, Ying Zheng closed his eyes and waved his hands to order all the guards to step back first, leaving only the accompanying female servants behind. The tense air seemed to freeze at this moment.

She resisted the anger that was about to burst out and said, "You two let the widow in."

Enter the school palace.

Ying Zheng stared at the two children who had confessed their mistakes, and glanced at the servant beside him. The woman in green bowed and saluted, knowingly going to investigate the changes in the palace.

Fusu subconsciously avoided Ying Zheng's coercive gaze and leaned beside Yan Ce, maybe this would give him some sense of security.

Ying Zheng frowned and saw Fusu's small movements in his eyes, but didn't say anything.

On the other side, the green-clothed woman glanced left and right. The bookcases and bookshelves were all tidy up, and the items in the inner room also showed signs of swinging. There was no trace of dust. It is clear.

Sulu stepped on the floor and walked a few steps to the wide open windowsill on the east side. She looked at the dust on the windowsill. His eyes looked back lightly, and he looked up and down, and finally his eyes were fixed on the cuffs of Yan Ce's deep clothes. The deep clothes were wide, and they would inevitably get dirty during strenuous exercise.

As for dust and dirt.