Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Kicking the young boy's calf with his toes, Fusu's voice was weak and sounded without any threat, and his ears were reddened to the lobe with embarrassment.

"I came today to carry it with you."

"unnecessary."

Fusu was slightly taken aback, his expression became more and more complicated, he turned his head away, bit his lips tightly, and didn't want to talk to this disobedient fiancé.

"I didn't ask for your opinion."

"Well……"

Fusu lowered her head a little lower, her slender legs hidden in the skirt were close together.

Yan Ce wrapped his arms around the girl's legs, and clasped Fusu's armpit with the other, embracing this young and lovely prince in the way of a princess hug.

Fortunately, not too heavy.

"Hey hey hey!"

The young girl who was already somewhat imposing, her face was as red as blood, and she subconsciously wanted to break free, but she struggled twice, but the boy almost staggered and hit the wall, Fusu closed her eyes tightly in fright, and wrapped her arms around Yan Ce's neck superior.

"Don't struggle too much. I haven't been ill for a long time, and my physical strength hasn't recovered yet."

"Put me down!" Fusu opened his eyes angrily.

Yan Ce carefully embraced the girl's tender and soft thighs, not intending to let His Royal Highness Fusu accept the "trial" of the senior officials alone.

"I'm not a wise man, and I can't think of any solution. This is the best way I can think of—"

"I will bear the hatred of those young nobles. As long as they hate me enough, they can shift part of their attention from you to me."

"Fool……"

Fusu lowered her head and had no choice but to stay in his arms, dissatisfied softly.

His face became more and more red, and he was really about to bleed.

……

……

"I'm really sorry to keep you waiting..."

The bedroom door opened slightly, and it was Yan Ce's voice that came out.

Yan Ce walked out of the bedroom holding His Royal Highness Chujun who was blushing with shame, sat on the head of the master, and gently put the girl who seemed to be made powerless beside her.

Yan Ce looked at the demented teenagers behind, and sincerely apologized: "I'm really sorry, it took a little... a little longer."

then.

Yan Ce gently tightened Fusu's collar, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the girl's dress, as if implying something.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not dirty."

slap-

The hearts of the noble boys who just found 502 and bonded them collapsed into tiny atoms.

Oops, it's not atoms, it's quarks...

Chapter 170 Eight Sentence MMP

MMP! ! !

This is the word that can most intuitively express the emotions in the hearts of young people at the moment.

All the gentle expressions were accompanied by the broken heart floating in the air, disappearing without a trace, the smile maintained at the corner of the mouth was a bit forced, and the flames were blazing in the eyes.

Yan Ce, what the hell did you do with His Royal Highness Fusu in the bedroom!

Also, move the paw away from His Royal Highness Fusu's shoulder! ! !

The life winners at the back of the banquet were all suffocated like "the bitter master who was visited by the old king next door". The handsome faces should be the handsome young men in troubled times, but they were crowded very ugly, staring at "affectionately" Looking at Yan Ce, it was like looking at a piece of minced meat flirting with the crown prince girl.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

Chop you up, chop it up!

The young master of the Bai family lowered his head, his chest rose and fell like a blower, he covered his heart and almost passed out, the little brother Gongsun of the Zongzheng family looked at the sky at 45 degrees, out of sight and out of mind, and the little glass hearts of the rest of the teenagers experienced destruction After being sexually tortured, he either glared at Yan Ce resentfully, or bowed his head in silence.

Killing is killing, you are going too far, we are still alive, and we are still watching! ! !In private, how many times has it been done where we can't see it!

For a long time, the information of Young Master Yan Ce has been sent to the cases of the noble sons as soon as possible.

There is no reverence for nobility.

This is a characteristic summed up by officials from all the information. In the era of fixed pyramid-shaped classes, it is natural for the lower level to fear the upper level. Just like the predator and the prey, it has been imprinted in the core of the soul for thousands of years. With the genes passed down from generation to generation, it is a pity that this quality has not been reflected in Yan Ce, the family of the King of Yan.

Yanzhao's generous and elegiac people are all such bastards!

Yan Ce's face was "confused", his eyes were as clear as clear water, as if he hadn't seen the increasingly indifferent guests, he put his hands under Fusu's armpit as if hugging a pillow, with a gentle smile on his face.

"It's hot……"

Fusu's body trembled as if being electrocuted, then stretched straight, leaning against the boy's arms, he didn't stop Yan Ce from moving his hands and feet, but spoke with an extremely weak and cute voice.

She closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, not to look at those indifferent, horrified, desperate... negative emotions gazes, her tight legs were slightly tilted so that the girl could lie in Yan Ce's arms better, and her buttocks were gently pressed On the crook of his leg, his face was so red it was about to steam.