Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After a few minutes.

Thinking about how to kill Yan Ce, the princess was forced to be locked up by the forbidden army called by Ying Zheng in the process of showing her teeth and claws, and was forced to lock her into a room where doors and windows were determined to be dead. 24-hour seamless surveillance...

under the gazebo.

Ying Zheng supported his chin with a serious expression. He sat with his legs crossed, and his boots that tightly wrapped his calves stepped on the stone slab. Under the reflection of the twilight sunlight that leaked into the gazebo, his snow-white skin gleamed slightly with the black hem.

It's like a beautiful contrast between black and white.

On the side, Yan Ce sat beside her, held up the only teacup, saw that there was only a small half of the tea left, and took two sips to his lips, firstly to quench his thirst, and secondly to calm his mind.

Ying Zheng slightly moved the pottery cup that the boy had finished drinking towards her, and drank the tea like water.

She glanced at it, frowning slightly, the young man accidentally overlapped with the faint lip marks left by her when drinking tea, and used her exclusive utensils without authorization.

Mood ups and downs slightly.

Yingzheng said calmly: "Ce, I'm thinking about the timing of attacking Wei and Chu Chu. There must be no trouble in the royal court at this moment. You can see the child's appearance... Fusu's side has just made a strong improvement. I really don't want to At a critical moment, the issue of the crown prince will affect the overall situation."

"Her appearance is a surprise to the widow, but not a joy. She must not be allowed to leave Xianyang. The child in the room has no less problems than you, and needs to be treated with caution."

"That princess's question is indeed...why is she comparing with me?"

"She does mean to frame you, but don't you really have any wrong thoughts?"

"No."

"Ah……"

Even if it will not be put into action, but——

Really can't imagine?

Ying Zheng shook his head and smiled, clicked to stop, and didn't ask any more questions, which frustrated the young man's poor self-esteem and lost her original intention.

He raised his fingers and tapped him hard on the forehead.

"The widow misunderstood the son policy, please don't blame the widow."

Chapter 120 First Formation of My Tyrant

Well-intentioned banter ends here.

She didn't play too much with Yan Ce. Ying Zheng is still troubled by this strange princess. She still vaguely remembers her appearance when she was a child. The girl is very similar... For a king who has planned the direction of the world for the next hundred years, this is a terrible variable.

"That child is a bit cunning, but he is not considered a villain. Maybe he has to do it in the midst of chaos. How to deal with that child next."

She supported her chin, sighed, and looked at the closed Angler in the distance. The attitude of her imperial guards when they saw the princess's face was enough to remind Yingzheng of the enthusiasm of the conservatives eager to replace the prince.

"Tricky..."

In the beginning, Ying Zheng just wanted to see the princess with the same color eyes. She stayed if she could, and it didn't matter if she couldn't stay and was exiled. Now it seems that she has to stay. If she doesn't stay, someone who wants to stay will.

As for the most direct and effective means...

She shook her head.

Yan Ce could see Ying Zheng's concerns, and she didn't bother to do such a thing to a girl who had meritorious deeds and made no serious mistakes. Besides, she had similar faces, making people feel like a real daughter. Compared with Fusu, that princess In a sense, it's more like a daughter.

"Let's treat that child as a widow's daughter for the time being, and usually handle food and clothing according to the royal family's standards. She has such a lively temper, so she should be shut down for a while and temper her temper before talking about it. Wait until the matter of defeating Wei is completely finalized, and the courtiers have no time to focus on the princess. She let it out."

After Ying Zheng announced the princess's captivity plan, he stopped his gaze on Yan Ce and said, "Fusuna, don't you want to move around?"

"Fusu... I heard that she seems to have been burying herself in state affairs under Mr. Fei's guidance since early in the morning. It's not good to bother her now." When Yan Ce thought of forgetting his words at the engagement ceremony, he felt a little guilty, " Wait for her to finish her work before going, and then go after her work."

"The engagement is agreed, but the fiancé doesn't even have the courage to accompany his fiancee. Are you going to wait for her to finish her work, or wait for her to die?"

Ying Zheng smiled, and debunked the boy's thoughts in a very calm tone.

"It's all." Yan Ce obviously gave up covering up, and sighed softly, "I'm not even sure about Mr. Fusu's change now, if Fusu sees me going now, she probably hits me with bamboo slips Bar."

"Fusu is not such a child..." Yingzheng propped his chin with one hand, and said with a faint smile, "She may not be an excellent prince, not a trustworthy prince, and she is weak and sick. You can't see the old Qin from Fusu. She is brave and resolute, but she is a good child who can accept mistakes gently."

She paused.

Shen Sheng said: "Although your mistake is very serious."

"How can a boy be narrow-minded? If you have nothing to do, go and admit your mistake now. If Fusu is still angry, the widow will personally mediate for you. After the engagement, you can't just refuse to see each other like enemies. "

"It's… okay."

It's good not to mention Fusu, but when Fusu is mentioned, Yan Ce feels inexplicably flustered.

He absolutely didn't want that gentle girl to be hurt, and he didn't want to see her inherit that tragic fate like a parallel time and space.

If it was normal, it would be the second half of Han Fei's small study class. Although the boy was ordered by the king... no.It is the noble mission of letting the little princess who doesn't know the good heart and plans to frame him enter the sage mode, but it is definitely mixed with the thought of not wanting to go to class to avoid meeting Fusu.

The boy held Sister Zheng's hand nervously, his heart beating faster.

The soft touch relieves tension slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the familiar pupils with a faint smile.

Can Fusu forgive him gently?It should be...

The boy thought so.

Then, for some reason, my heart beat faster.