Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Endure the faint sense of restlessness flowing through the body.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "clack clack" barefoot stepping on the floor.

The girl ran to Mr. Fei's inner room and combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, straightened the folds of the coat, raised the corners of the skirt with both hands, raised her delicate toes slightly, and the gentle girl turned around elegantly, showing a perfect smile, so beautiful Exciting.

Seeing her in the mirror, Fusu put away her smile, slowly put down the corner of her skirt and patted her face nervously, took a deep breath, and took a deep breath...

Fusu with a cold expression walked out of the inner dormitory calmly, went to the middle hall of the school dormitory, and sat beside the desk in a standard sitting posture.

After a while, the young female servant came bouncing over and said happily: "His Royal Highness Fusu, I sent you away."

Fusu: "..."

Han Fei: "..."

第120四章 负荆请罪

The glare of the sun was covered by the light clouds, and the restless cicadas chirped endlessly.

It was midsummer, and the hot wind from the distant Hangu swept by, as if even the sweat was about to evaporate.

The servants who were busy carrying the heavy letters noticed the unusual meaning, and just rightly signaled the young girl who was trying to claim credit to retreat with crazy eyes.

The interior of the school was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

"Well... anyway... it's really troublesome, you go out first." Fusu saw the smug expression on the young girl's servant girl's face, and her first reaction was to move her eyes to the letters next to the table, which were so shaped and heavy. conveniently.

"Okay."

The young maid showed her small white teeth, turned her head and hurriedly jumped into the shade of the tree to do a leisurely job called gatekeeper, but in fact she was enjoying the shade.

Fusu's arms trembled slightly, and the index and middle fingers of both hands clamped the corner of the skirt tightly, almost tearing the long skirt to pieces. He smiled at the older servant beside him and said, "How old is she?"

"Returning to Your Highness, the servant is seven years old this year. He was selected into the royal court not long ago in August this year. She is the eldest daughter of a nobleman in the Qin Kingdom and currently belongs to Shang Ji directly." The servant replied cautiously.

"Shang Ji?" Fu Su mused after hearing the words: "My coming-of-age ceremony was actually carried out by that Shang Ji. She is Shang Ji's subordinate..."

When the thought of bar mitzvah comes, it automatically comes with a cascade of bad memories.

It turned out to be Shang Ji's subordinate.

Are you here to make trouble?

She thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "Later, let Shang Ji know that the weather is too hot in the past few days, and I will trouble Shang Ji for the work of patrolling the royal court at noon. In addition, that little servant can go home on vacation now, tomorrow...no. It’s best not to go near the school dormitory in the future.”

Seven-year-old girl, what do you know? It is normal to make mistakes and should be forgiven, not to mention perfectly executing the orders of the crown prince girl. She is a very good child, but she is just a little stubborn.

However, Miss Shang Ji is already an adult.

Children can be forgiven for being ignorant, but the immediate superior should be sensible, and give His Highness Fusu a good response under the scorching sun, bastard!

"Go down."

"Okay, I will notify Lord Shang Ji immediately."

The servants, sweating coldly, stepped back and left the schoolhouse.

……

"Sir, I'm waiting for him now, can I still wait?"

"If you know the answer, why bother asking?"

Han Fei spread out the letter silently, and polished up the girl's overcorrection. She is a great sage of the Legalist school, not an emotional expert who adjusts the chaotic relationship between boys and girls.

She has done everything she can, doing her best and obeying the destiny.

It's true that even if you have thousands of calculations, you will eventually lose to God.

Facing Han Fei, whose face was filled with pity and sighs, Mr. Fusu turned slightly pale, and grabbed the smooth and long black hair that had been combed messily, and hugged the soft cushion for his buttocks.

The girl's soft skin was in close contact with the floor, and the cold touch at the base of her thighs made her a little awake.

God is sorry, I just asked you to go to the door and say a few harsh words, just a few words, and the kind that is not very tough, wouldn't it be good to give the girl a few sneering words in the attitude of a winner?

This is the script calculated by Mr. Fusu.

but!

Who made you, a child, really drive people away forcefully?

At this moment, when all the servants in the Wangting Academy were carrying out the first mission of His Royal Highness Fusu's "cleaning up the Shang Ji" and "giving the little servant a break", they knelt down on the cushion and stared out the window. Fusu, who had a sad and deep gaze, finally Understand why you want to cry but have no tears.

MMP's resentment must be concentrated into essence and spread to every detail of the small face, regret, regret to death, finally waited for the boy to bow his head, and was sent back by an inexplicable young girl, regret and hate, Shang Ji, please blow yourself up.

"Yan Ce has always disliked etiquette. Wang's teachings for several months failed to make him correct his mistakes. This time, he calmed down and apologized to me. It can be said that he has made the greatest determination. .In the end, the little servant directly forced Yan Ce away in my name. He will definitely not come to the school again! Woo..."

"It's over, it's all over."

Fusu's current state of mind can be described as collapsed. She just couldn't bear to face her fiancé a little bit, which is not unforgivable at all.

Decided.

If you can first double the taxes of the old nobles in the Qin Kingdom by dozens of times, and collect taxes nine times a day until they can't eat.

However, even if the clothes of the unlucky nobles were taken off and sold, it was already too late.

"Boom!!!"