Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The second after the lingering sound fell, Ying Zheng sighed, pushed open the door, and was slightly taken aback.

The footsteps that were about to enter the room stagnated, and there was no movement in place.

Reflected into the pupil is the following scene:

Five extremely exposed "caterpillar" assassins crawled to the bedside, opened their lips pitifully in a high-end pentagon, and chewed each other's ropes behind them.

The rope was full of small tooth marks and marks wet with saliva. As the Assassin Ji moved vigorously under the restraints, her raised buttocks formed an extremely conspicuous strangle mark.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Long live!

I am not your immediate boss, Shaoyun Ling, so you take revenge on me like this!

This is not a heartbeat, this is the feeling of myocardial infarction, how did the seductive pose full of reveries come out, and Yan Ce's heart almost stopped suddenly for a moment.

How can Yan Ce survive this kind of big production scene? This is no longer eye drops for Ying Zheng, this is an old godmother who directly pours spice into Wang's eyes.

Perhaps, the last words should be written, at least to leave some traces of existence before death, Yan Ce leaned against the door to support his body, his brain could not stop feeling dizzy.

Shang Ji, who was an accomplice in the crime, had already seen the situation was not going well and scrambled away, but Yan Ce still wanted to try her best to rescue her, so she didn't hold back.

He spoke very quickly: "Sister Zheng, I think it can be explained."

Yan Ce's mind was filled with the idea of ​​explaining to the king, but he didn't understand the question of the two people's address at all.

Ying Zheng was silent for a while, and now he didn't deliberately correct the title that was so intimate that it almost made Fusu cry to death in the room.

The daughter's fiancé called King Qin his elder sister, and her seniority was in disarray.

She said lightly: "...wait a while, you can explain."

"..."

Yan Ce lowered his head, not looking at the woman's extremely complicated eyes.

"The widow will let you explain it well. You will also have plenty of time to explain it, from beginning to end."

On the beautiful face, the faint sense of astonishment finally dissipated, and Ying Zheng pressed his hand on Tai Ah's sword hilt, almost forcibly curbing the anger of drawing the sword, and his words carried the meaning of being undeniable:

"Ce, you don't have to attend Fusu's viewing ceremony."

"Come with the widow now!"

As a result, Yan Ce's expression became extraordinary, and he nodded stiffly.

Chapter 110 Su Poor and Not Poor

As the most high-end royal court in the Qin State, the exterior is inlaid with black and red interlaced colors. Expensive silks and satins are spread from the apex of the royal court all the way to the center of the coming-of-age ceremony venue, solemnity and celebration coexist.

The distant wind blows, and in the echo of the wind chime "Lingling" at the corner of the eaves, the seal orders the courtiers to curl up their mouths after dealing with the "eyes" in the palace. The maids have already prepared for the official opening of the ceremony.

At a glance, it seems that all living beings within sight are celebrating it.

From early morning to noon is the special performance of Prince Fusu. The protagonist of this ceremony, His Royal Highness Fusu, sat upright. Even though his calf was numb from kneeling, he did not show any inappropriate expressions. He was like a delicate and lovely doll, silently looking forward to the king and his fiancé-to-be. The moment of arrival at the scene.

"……Still not here."

Suddenly, Fusu bit the corner of his mouth with a premonition that something was not right, his cheeks turned reddish from a touch of anxiety, and his eyes wandered to the entrance and exit of the long corridor from time to time.

As the start approached, none of the important people arrived at the scene.

In the early morning, Fusu didn't stay in bed, and even said that she woke up half an hour earlier than usual. It was rare for her to honestly spend more than half an hour on grooming. It was very strange, and she was afraid that Yan Ce and her mother would see her in any way Clean edges and corners, the girl carefully wiped every corner of her body while taking a bath, and secretly hugged the bronze mirror to take photos from left to right. The nervous appearance made the maids mistakenly think that His Royal Highness Fusu would get married in the early morning, but now They were so restrained that they couldn't move, so they couldn't help showing their aunt smiles.

Based on Fusu's understanding of her mother Yingzheng, as the monarch of a country, she can let go of almost endless state affairs and entrust her cronies to handle Fusu's coming-of-age ceremony in the royal court, which is already extremely preferential treatment for this useless little prince. .

The princes and ministers mentioned more than once the remonstrance of abolishing the crown prince and setting up a new crown prince. Yingzheng never showed any thoughts of giving up his daughter, even though Fusu, as the crown prince, was seriously biased, so the king came here to show it symbolically at most. As a face, I will not do anything special.

Even though Fusu frowned, pinched the corner of his sleeve and rubbed it a little irritably.

But that boy should have arrived early, Fusu secretly glanced in the direction of Qin Palace, with a confused and hesitant expression on his face.

It's not that she wants to figure out something maliciously, but that in the process of getting in touch with Yan Ce in the past few days, she always finds that everything about Yan Ce is vaguely related to his mother, and the boy's attitude towards the king is as if It's not entirely family affection, is there any other inappropriate elements...

It sounds a bit strange to suspect her prospective fiancé like this, but the only topic Yan Ce and she can have a long chat with is Ying Zheng, even Yan Ce's dress is her mother——

The weak whispers around were all ignored by the girl.

In the scorching midsummer, this strange and confusing emotion permeated the girl's heart. Fusu's pure girl's heart has begun to be stained with the color of the world, and Yan Ce may not realize this.

Fu Su sighed heavily. Anyway, it shouldn't be the level of moral and ethical collapse. In comparison, she would occasionally be puzzled by Yan Ce's words and deeds, while the young man never doubted the girl's thoughts at all.

Thinking about it this way, she has no reason to question Yan Ce's secret.

"……Ugh."

Fusu closed her eyes, waiting for the moment when the time approached little by little.

Mother didn't come.

Yan Ce didn't come either.

So say-

Is it just a coincidence?

Obviously, even if Fusu refuses to think in a complicated direction, at least everyone needs to hide the evidence for a while, so that she can pretend that she doesn't know anything, let alone suspect anything, but this is almost confusing her face Evidence, how can you not see it!