Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

For this handsome uncle who has been devoted to Chu and has been unwavering for 30 years, Yan Ce has no intention of turning him against him.

He is not some kind of legendary leader, nor is he planning to form a terrorist organization that believes in him, and the major he chose in college is not a foolish study. The teenager simply wants to have a relationship that will not break up.

However, the small goal that Yan Ce wanted to achieve hindered the Six Kingdoms, and they all jumped out to oppose it. Isn't this bullying honest people?

Therefore, Yan Ce organized all the "National Martyrs" assassins to instigate rebellion, formed a wartime interim government in the country of Yan, and relied on the armed deterrence of the northern desert cavalry to seize the military power of the King of Yan. The king of Yan is free, but he just flattened the existing political system of Yan, and temporarily put the name of the country on his side.

As a result, Comrade Yanxuan's awareness was very low, and he couldn't smile when he was sent to the palace.

It's not that the territory of Yan Kingdom will not be returned to you!

Wait for Yanxuan to change his mind and stop going to the sea, and then wait for Yance to conduct a pilot project in Yan State, try it for 80 years, and naturally return it to Yanxuan when he gets tired of it.

Thinking of Yanxuan, the young man couldn't help but connect with the diehards from the six countries in front of him. What's interesting is that although they were all against Qin, in the anti-Qin alliance, they didn't deal with each other.

Back to the present, the difference of the times has inevitably created a generation gap between teenagers and big men who have been brainwashed by various ideas, making the difficulty of persuasion skyrocketing. Yan Ce has already begun to prepare for the tough battle.

Uncle, don't eat toast.

I was originally kind and had nothing to do with the world, but now I am full of coquettish thoughts, no matter what I think, it is the fault of you nobles from the six countries.

Taking his eyes away from the unshakable Changping-kun, the boy sighed slightly, and glanced at the eager jailer.

Mr. Changping's expression was a little subtle, seeing the sudden change in Yan Ce's eyes, he knew that the soft words were about to be served hard, and it was nothing more than torture for the sinner's words and deeds. The physical pain of the cricket was nothing. It's still a bit of a big punishment.

Looking at the uncle's generous appearance, we can see that he has misunderstood Yan Ce's kind character of putting people first and paying attention to human rights. It is impossible to use punishment, and it is illegal to use punishment privately. Too much.

But Yan Ce's next move was beyond Mr. Changping's guess.

Yan Ce showed zero-point exaggerated acting skills, and made an appearance filled with righteous indignation, "Mr. Changping and Mr. Xiong are gentlemen, how can there be a prison for gentlemen in the world? Even if they are prisoners, they should treat each other with courtesy. Open, don't close.

"As long as you don't act against the way of a gentleman, everything is allowed."

Mr. Xiong's eyelids twitched, and he turned his back to sleep with his ears plugged. He chose to shut himself up to the assassin leader who was so bad that he was bleeding.

Not long ago, Mr. Changping, who was the right minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, knew that Yan Ce was just flattering and had no good intentions, but he couldn't help but feel a little dark in his heart.

Within a year, Yan Ce became the hottest figure in the Seven Kingdoms and Nine Provinces, and his reputation had almost spread throughout the imperial court, especially in the circle of older female nobles.

If Yan Ce is willing, he can change two bed partners a day, one in the first half of the night and one in the second half of the night.

Logically speaking, such a hero who secretly stirs up the situation with one hand cannot be overly arrogant.

But there is no attitude of superiority at all, and he still highly praises his and Mr. Xiong's character in the prison.

Good words, whether well-intentioned or not, sound comforting.

Seeing Jun Changping's slightly softened expression, Yan Ce quickly struck out, smashing his fantasies.

"Just at the door. Don't move the table too far. That's right, it's the door." Yan Ce knelt down and said with a smile, "Brother jailer, you know the rules of mahjong, right? I suddenly want to play two games, no bets, just play , Big Brother, please play with me for a while."

"Then... I'll call the jailer on duty to join me."

"Okay, ok, the more the merrier."

The jailer hesitated for a moment, then summoned two colleagues from the duty room, together with Mr. Ce, they just made up a four-player game, sat at the table and shuffled his long-lost game of self-drawn cards into the deck under the watchful eyes of Mr. Changping.

MMP!Wash it slowly, it's hard to touch yourself!

On the side, Mr. Changping stared at Yan Ce expressionlessly, his eyes were full of murderous intent, his fists were clenched behind his back, and his breathing was accompanied by a slight trembling.

Yan Ce doesn't care about you, he doesn't hit you, just let you watch him play, MMP, playing mahjong with self-dubbed effects, whatever cards are played, you have to shout out with a second temperament, there is no such thing as falling asleep possible.

Draw the ground as a prison.

Yan Ce let him pass freely, and he locked himself in a corner.

From the current perspective, you can see that Yan Ce's hand of treasure is directly played. With this hand of seven small pairs, I can do it.

No, how can you play that card!

If you don’t touch it now, what are you waiting for, will you know it!

Mr. Changping's mood gradually became very anxious and flustered, as if he lacked a bit of soil to maintain his dreams in his life.

Two hours passed, and more and more little nobles gathered around Yan Ce's table, Changping Jun became more and more worried as he watched Yan Ce destroy the top three yuan in a round.

"Mr. Changping, look! My card skills are not bad."

"..."

"Mr. Changping, look, it's going to be silly! Oh, it's gone again, so angry."

"..."

Yan Ce loses more and wins less, maintains a normal heart, plays mahjong while giving himself passionate sound effects, quite a bit of a younger brother version of a genius mahjong girl.

Four hours passed, and it was already dawn, Yan Ce stopped for a while, letting the jailers with fairy faces rest for a while.

On the side, Mr. Changping, who stood all night to maintain his image, is now hypoglycemic, and his eyes are bloodshot.

"You...why do you want to know? I can't tell you any Chu secrets. It's impossible at all."

Yan Ce restrained his easy-going smile, and ordered the jailer to isolate the melon-eaters for the time being, and the boy sat upright and knelt in front of him.

"There is no need to keep it secret. It's about the Xiang family in the Chu state. It just needs to be known to everyone in the Chu state." In order to lower his psychological defense, Yan Ce, like a kind old bustard, tried to persuade: "As long as Mr. Changping can Tell me, I will never come to harass you easily in the future, my conduct has a limit."

"..." Mr. Changping fell into deep thought.