Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Looking up at Qin Wangzheng, who was still in a threatening posture, Yan Ce avoided the terrifying gaze and said in a loud voice, "Hey, I'm going to find Young Master Fusu."

King Qin leaned against the wall lightly, her loose clothes were perfectly propped up by her proud figure, and her graceful and mature curves were perfectly outlined. In terms of her identity as a king, her appearance was enough to make people addicted.

In her ears, her clear and blunt voice sounded.

"...It's troublesome."

Hearing this, Yan Ce was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head and asked, "Your Majesty, isn't it possible to speak well, then why not—"

Ying Zheng said coldly, "I'm in the name of Fusu's mother, not the King of Qin."

"In a way, your daughter really looks like you."

"nonsense."

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes, and she responded lightly.

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It is late at night.

Under the verbal coercion of Ying Zheng, Yan Ce, who walked out of the son's bedroom, knew that he had fallen down again. King Qin had not been wary of him. It was estimated that the last favorability was used to successfully block this robbery. The steel rose in the ice is right, but the premise is that the rose does not pierce him to death.

To some extent, this majestic Xianyang Palace is also a place to eat people. Even if it seems to be valued by the King of Qin, it is useless. As long as she has a thought, this Young Master Yan will have to be buried with the unfortunate Yan State. .

Walking through the quiet and deserted path, the faint sobbing interrupted his thoughts of trying to escape, and he walked in the direction of the sound. At the corner of the corridor, a girl hugged her knees, her eyes were red, and tears were swirling in her eyes, but in the end. did not fall.

Yan Ce approached quietly.

Sure enough, it was Fusu.

The sobbing continued, Fusu raised her eyes when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and the surprise in her eyes instantly turned into an unconcealed loss when she saw Yan Ce.

Obviously, it was not this person who Fusu looked forward to coming to find her.

The girl's voice with a slight cry was clearly sent to Yan Ce's ears.

"What are you doing here?"

The girl who ran away from home had such a strong sense of sight. Yan Ce inexplicably remembered the classmates who were awkward with their family during the rebellious period. He who can only study hard will occasionally be a little envious, and then he can only go home and be himself. Mix stuffing, roll out the skin, and make dumplings with the flashing white light in the card pool.

He smiled gently, sat at the railing of the corridor, and said, "King Qin wants me to take you back, she hopes you can go back."

Fusu, the heir of King Qin, was silent for a while, and his expression became more and more depressed.

"Is it just these?" She rubbed her red eyes and rolled up a slightly sad smile on her lips. "She is still so self-righteous."

"The king just wanted to throw me what she couldn't do herself, and let me be her puppet to complete the mission entrusted to her. So to her, it is the same whether there is Fusu or not. !"

The girl lowered her head and roared in a low voice with a posture that she was about to bite a silver tooth: "Even without me, that woman can still find a second person named Fusu, and the third...I really count on her. What is it? A tool to fulfill her expectations, or a puppet with a mission. I don't want this life, what I want... The self-proclaimed noble king will never understand."

"So when are you going back?"

Fusu said bitterly, "I... will never go back!"

"So when are you going back?"

Fusu's tone gradually weakened, and he raised his head to support his determination, saying: "She doesn't admit her fault, I will never go back!"

"So, when are you going back?"

"……I have no idea."

Yan Ce had seen this kind of example countless times, and of course he could see that the girl in front of her was just short-lived. The anger that she had accumulated in her daily life had been vented a lot in the roar of the cute beast just now.

"She's still waiting for you."

"Wait for me?" Fusu's dissatisfaction diminished slightly, and there was a hint of anticipation on his face.

Yan Ce said earnestly: "When you come back to accept the punishment, your homework will be doubled, desserts will be removed, and you will keep kneeling for ten hours every day."

"what……"

Fusu's little face turned pale, her two thin cherry lips were slightly opened, and her soft body stiffened in place, showing a frightened appearance.

Yan Ce stopped teasing the still-growing Young Master Fusu, squatted in front of the girl, and said, "I lied to you. She didn't say anything to punish you, she just asked me to take you back because she couldn't show her face. "

"Oh."

After using this breath to hurt each other head-on with the majestic mother-in-law, after the breath dissipated, what was left was not complacency, but fear.

Thinking of Ying Zheng's icy face, Fusu said that every pore on his body was not good. If there was something wrong with the treatment on weekdays, she would stare at her coldly. How will he be dealt with this time?

Staring at Fu Suman's tangled face, Yan Ce approached the girl and asked curiously, "Is she your relative?"

The bright moonlight penetrated the gaps in the leaves, and bits and pieces were reflected on the squatted son Fusu's confused side face, and the girl's memories in the darkness flowed like a revolving beacon.

What is that woman to her, the king she must respect, the ruler who is about to rule the world, and her most important relative.

She nodded heavily, "Yes, always."

Chapter 12 The King of Qin Killed His Sister

The confused color has gradually faded from the bottom of his eyes, no matter how he denied it, this complex relationship will never change.

After reading the article for a short time, Fusu's eyes became clearer and clearer. She raised her face, and after she fully vented her complaining and painful emotions, the shadow of her suppressed heart dissipated a lot.

The girl said silently: "So it's my fault, obviously I just don't want her to worry."