Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Some things need to be dealt with urgently. I went to the teacher to ask for leave in the morning class." Mo Yan shook his head and said solemnly.

"It's a love letter written by a classmate in our calligraphy class! It spread all over the school in just one class!"

"Love, love."

The aristocratic girl covered her pounding girl's heart, feeling like her whole body was going to melt away, and shouted again into the blue sky filled with clouds and clouds.

"Ah, evil!!!"

"..."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then immediately turned her head from the school dormitory to the school hall, her steps were faster than before, her face was slightly stiff.

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"Little Rouge, I'm going to die, my whole body will almost melt. How about I read this love poem to you?"

"Then please stay away from me, thank you."

"It's so cold, it's so cold, it's far away from you, it's gone... Speaking of which, I don't know which lady this love letter is for, if my future husband can be so affectionate to me... Oh, how embarrassing. "

"Don't you like women, where is your husband?"

"...Little Yanzhi, the family needs fresh blood, so even if it is just as a partner in cooperating to make children, I am not as good as others, so I can figure out the thoughts of my superiors, embark on an official career and dedicate my life to the rise of Qin. The one who was urged to marry. Is it possible to bring a girl home to get married, and I am afraid that the funeral will not be prepared on the wedding day."

"So, you still plan to have high standards and strict requirements for a partner candidate?"

"Look at this heart-piercing love poem. If any boy can write a similar one to me, I will marry you. That hot heart is like burning. Who can tell me whether it is written for that person or not?" Girl, I'm so sour."

"Don't be sour, I only took a class off, and I will be late later."

"Little Rouge, you don't love me anymore..."

"Sorry, I've never liked women."

"It's okay, I like you, come on, I'll read it to you again. Ah, Shangxie! I..."

"I know that classmate in the dry writing class has outstanding literary talents, and you admire him very much! So shut up."

"Don't listen to my poems, break up with Xiao Yanzhi, break up with Xiao Yanzhi, break up!" The girl shook the arm of little classmate Mo Yan.

Mo Yan sighed in despair, "Shangxie! (expresses sigh, meaning: God!)"

Beside the ancient maple leaf road, Miss Lingshi hugged piles of bamboo slips, her face became more and more uneasy. She wanted to go to the school to meditate first, but she abruptly diverted to the school and had to go with those noble girls Well, in order not to attract attention, she couldn't walk too fast, because it would give her a disgusting feeling of guilt.

But the girl who was rushing to class happened to be at the same pace as Miss Lingshi, and was forced to accept the punishment of public shame along the way.

The love letter was extremely simple, and it was impossible for her not to understand the content.

If it was written with her, from her point of view, it would be a smile at most, but it just happened to be a love letter to her, Miss Ling Shi really couldn't laugh, and she still had an MMP on her face.

Is this her hit enemy?The kind of friend who came here to torture her.

What are you trying to do by writing this!

If Wang Ruo knew, he should pull out Tai Ah and break Yan Ce's legs, and then she must be involved.

This is a love letter!

Playful nature, what to write so majestic!

That's why Miss Lingshi resolutely defined the incident as a joke, it must be a joke...

At the end of the Maple Leaf Ancient Road, she turned into an alleyway. Under the shadows, embarrassment, awkwardness, and anger appeared on her stiff face... Various emotions were intertwined, almost condensing into substance on the woman's face.

Miss Lingshi leaned her back against the wall, the cold touch did not calm her heart down, instead it collapsed a little bit as time went by.

There are voices talking about love letters everywhere... There is no way to avoid it, she should have killed Yan Ce from the very beginning, otherwise how could there be a series of bad things, and now writing such things to her is because she hates herself With a long life, I really thought she would not touch him... Well, if there is no order from the king, she really has no possibility of doing anything to Young Master Ce.

But right now, I can only pray that no one else knows it was addressed to her.

If you're joking, don't take it too far!

"Yan... Ce..."

The first reaction when she first saw the content was constantly replaying in her mind. The woman's complexion fluctuated. She temporarily piled up the letters in a dark place, took out the highly recognizable silk, glanced at it again, and immediately Clenched tightly, almost crushed.

"Swear not to break with the king? You dare to write such a poem! Is it itchy..."

After a while, he loosened it again, with a cold face, folded it up and put it away, and raised his hands to gather the blue hair behind his shoulders.

With the usual indifference.

He hugged the letter again, but stopped not far from the school for a long time, and finally did not enter the school, until the professor who came to teach took a strange look, but did not stop him.

She looked coldly at Yan Ce who was acting as a little transparent in the corner, the boy who was seriously studying for graduation, and the one on the other side?I remembered, it was the one who sent the love poems just now.

Miss Lingshi didn't pay attention to the noisy boy at the time, and she could only remember it because it had a great impact on her, but she could only remember it, as for the name that she didn't remember from the beginning Intend.

It seems that the relationship between that person and Young Master Ce is really good.

It seems that Yan Ce didn't take it to heart when she was embarrassed for a while?

While the irritated expression appeared on her cold and beautiful face, she couldn't help being a little... uncomfortable as a woman?

Of course, subtle emotions are less than 1%!

What was left most was the urge to drag Yan Ce over and clean up privately.