Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Seeing that Gongsun didn't have the desire to continue working hard, Yan Ce looked puzzled, but he still thoughtfully didn't bother him, preparing the slips and previewing his homework like everyone else.

As the school was about to start, everyone was waiting for the teacher to teach and read the article softly. It was beautiful and pleasant to the ear. Miss Lingshi passed by the school where Yan Ce was inadvertently, hugged a pile of letters under the maple tree, and wrapped her quilt under the wind. With her hair blown loose, she glanced inside and didn't say much. Seeing that Yan Ce turned her head, she opened her mouth and said softly, "After class, come out with me."

Yan Ce nodded in understanding, and smiled at her.

However, she didn't even look at it, turned her head indifferently, and walked straight to the library.

On the side, Gongsun lowered his head and hit the slip of paper, covering his heart, as if suffering from a myocardial infarction.

"Gongsun! Gongsun, are you okay!!!"

Chapter 220 Six A Leisurely Afternoon

In the bright light and shadow, she looked at a young man who was being carried out on a stretcher from afar. His face was slightly familiar. It seemed that he had met a few times, but it didn't matter. I had to complete the law-related letters today, so I decided to change my mood and go to a small pavilion on the Fenglin Ancient Road.

For this orderling, there is nothing that can cause her to have too much mood swings. She does not have to manage the internal affairs of the royal court, nor does she need to try cases, study the law, and spend most of her time doing nothing except protecting the safety of Young Master Yan. As for leisure, if you have to spend time flipping through classics, you don't know how long the natural state of laziness will last.

A few days ago, the academy swept away the solemnity and silence of the past because of Wang Ben's destruction of Wei, and the excited voices of the scholars echoed over Xianyang. After a few days, the excitement has not subsided, but I don't know how lively the Xianyang Palace in the political center will be. .

King Qin's dignitaries were dealing with follow-up matters, large and small, Xu Shi was still discussing matters in the warm pavilion, Xu Shi didn't take the time to ask about Young Master Ce's recent situation.

If Yan Ce fails the exam, how to help him make it up is a headache.Miss Lingshi thought blankly, she had started to think about the worst result of the juvenile school test, she did not doubt that the young man's unconstrained ideas are feasible, and Mr. Fei is the same gifted person, and geniuses are often difficult for ordinary people. I understand, but why Han Fei didn't even teach Yan Ce the most basic things.

Is Han Fei's teaching method completely backwards, first talk about the strategy of governing the country, and then talk about dealing with neighborhood conflicts, or is it a way of talking from the sky and kicking from the ground?

Miss Lingshi spent the whole morning in irritability. Yan Ce, an idiot, really has no foundation at all. It's not that he is not serious in class, but he just doesn't understand perfectly. He pretends to be a good baby in class. From time to time, she nods her head in agreement, but in the end she can only make up for him after class. In short, this idiot...

I heard that Yan Guo invested a lot of manpower and financial resources to cultivate assassins secretly. He studied the classics of the philosophers and recited articles on rites and music. They are all outstanding figures in etiquette, appearance, and hard power. Just throw out a famous family that has lasted for 300 years Some of the descendants believe it, otherwise, how could the upper and lower nobles of the Han court be corrupted by a few boys casually.

Only Yan Ce... is a special case among elite assassins.

Seriously biased.

Aristocratic etiquette is like a toddler in Handan, like a child, who can't be taught no matter what, who can write state policies at first, and love poems at second hand, his handwriting is not as good as that of a child, he is blind for nothing With her slender and slender hands, if she hadn't helped to transcribe, it is estimated that Yan Ce would not have even thought of leaving the school for the rest of his life.

Young Master Ce is so stupid...

After Yan Ce's law class, he didn't even spare time to practice weapons with a group of miserable nobles and was dragged by Professor Lin to the open-air martial arts field beside the ancient road.

All kinds of weapon racks are placed on the training ground, all of which are solid weapons, which are quite heavy for young girls. The noble girls are all descendants of nobles who have been rooted in the Qin court for at least a hundred years, and their blood is engraved with "martial arts" However, except for a small group of war fanatics, most of them are not sensitive to going to the army.

Except for a few heterogeneous women, their physical fitness is worse than that of men, so noble girls are not forced to practice martial arts, but the next generation of noble boys who are under the protection of their parents want to skip class, either they are born strong, or they are beaten so that they need their parents to collect their corpses of the living dead.

Miss Lingshi propped her chin, flipped through the slips, and recited them by heart. It wasn't because she couldn't remember them with her photographic memory, but because she used ten years of experience as a basis to draw inferences.

Long hair fluttering, the woman raised her eyes, looked at Yan Ce's flashy swordsmanship boredly, curled her lips, she looked like a king, but she hadn't practiced in a long time since she was unfamiliar with offensive and defensive advances and retreats.

"Phew, I finally found you, my lord..."

After hearing this, she turned her head and saw one of her most unfavorable subordinates.

"Shang Ji?"

Shang Ji and a few accompanying servants tremblingly piled up the necessary supplies such as winter clothes in a corner, and saluted respectfully, "My lord, you have stated that everything you need is ready, please check and accept it."

"En." Miss Ling Shi nodded slightly, without even looking at her, "Shang Ji, are you the only ones here? Are my duties in the royal court shared among the subordinates, or is she acting instead?"

The accompanying servants took a step back in unison, and pushed Shang Ji who "wanted to dehydrate this group of unconscionable Ji friends several times" in front of Mr. Lingshi.

"The noblemen of the Meng family, one of the wealthy families of the state of Qin, took the initiative to seek the chance to take over from the king of Qin several times. Now your position is temporarily replaced by Meng Yunji, the eldest daughter of the Meng family, the maid who was thrown to work in the outer court by you." Shang Ji crouched, not even daring to lift her head, her voice became smaller and smaller, "The servants are strictly controlled from going out, especially for adults...cough, cough, Meng Yunji is to rectify the servants in the royal court."

Meng Yun, I have no impression.

Sure enough, as soon as she left the royal court, the low-ranking little person couldn't help but make trouble, intending to seize power, she was so naive and cute, and even tried to cut her influence.

She thought about it, then pursed her lips, a dangerous smile appeared on that delicate face.

"Cooperate well with that 'adult'."

Paused for a few seconds.

Accompanied by a smile with a five-star cruelty factor.

She said: "After all, this is a provocative opportunity for Meng Yunji to sacrifice the rest of her official career."

"..."

Several servants, including Shang Ji, were about to open up a vast blue sky, and they immediately understood that the political life of the noble lady who tried to replace the position of Mr. Ling Shi was basically playing GG while singing and laughing. Xi Caifa's betrothed young lady, now that she provokes her for the second time, she never gives anyone a second chance to make a mistake.

It is conceivable that Meng Yunji, who tried to become a close friend of King Qin with her elegant etiquette and perfect achievements, might not have everything, and try her best to be as good as possible for a while, otherwise how to face the bleakness of the rest of her life.

"Does Wang Ting have anything else to do?"

"Other things... By the way, Chu State is sending envoys over recently. I heard that they want to invite King Qin to sign a covenant, but the courtiers are discussing a lot, and they haven't come up with a conclusion. Recently, the king has been disturbed by these courtiers for several days. Sleep well, sometimes we have to discuss matters all night."

"...Is that so?" She pondered for a moment, then said, "I see, Shang Ji will go back and make a list, and write down Meng Yunji's friends."

"My lord, please think carefully. Meng Yunji has many 'friends' now, and it's quite difficult to deal with."

"Makes sense."

After Shang Ji and the others calmed down, she smiled even better and said, "When I go back, I will replace all the servants in the inner court except you."

It's over, it's over, the king's court is about to change again...

Shang Ji trembled, too frightened to speak.

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