Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Speaking of which, it seems that Mr. Yan Ce is going to officially start the marriage ceremony with the Xiang family's children." She said, "How are you going to report to the widow and Fusu?"

"Forehead……"

"Okay, it's not hard for you." Ying Zheng smiled.

"I drank too much alcohol." Ying Zheng felt a little headache when he saw the jugs in a mess on the case table. It would not be safe for Yan Ce to go back to school in such a drunken state, "Forget it, let's take a rest in the royal court. Go back to school later."

"OK."

Thus, Yan Ce, who was in a bewildered state, subconsciously walked towards Yingzheng's bedroom.

"Go to your own room!"

Chapter 320 Order Two Dumpling Stuffing~

The sun is setting to the west, and the lanterns are just beginning to come on.

After a long silence, Mr. Fei's cage was covered by a heavy and solemn atmosphere.

Mr. Fei's life is full of legends. When he was young, he looked at the declining mother country and was unwilling to resign himself. He raised his head and questioned the world and the illusory gods.

She studied Confucianism and law with Xunzi, who was far away from her mother country, and tried to change the fate of the weak country. However, the scribes praised her, the monarch rejected her, and was sent to Qin as a hostage. Since then, she has never stepped out of Xianyang Palace.

Until the moment when she was so bored and started to take care of Ying Zheng's children, her life began to turn, and her painting style began to change...

An unworldly great talent who is ashamed of the world's scholars, a master of legalism with aloofness, the only genius who was praised by the King of Qin for "traveling with him, never hating death", gradually became an excellent kindergarten teacher.

She had an extra frail, innocent and lovely student. A few years later, she inadvertently accepted a violent boy who was active in nature and worked hard to make the country prosperous.

Since then, she has been heartbroken, picking up the broken Sanguan every day or two to mend it.

To be honest, Master Qing Leng is now kneeling in front of the table, his face is tense, and his fingers hidden in his sleeves are fisted against his knees. Except for his eyes turning slightly from time to time, his upright posture reveals everything about her. tension.

Although she tried her best to delay the time and blocked the scenes that could easily cause misunderstanding, Fusu saw some unusual and subtle scenes. Even if Fusu was a fool, she should be able to deduce the forbidden degree from the clues, and the yellow violence value is serious. Exceeding the standard scroll.

Mr. Fei looked at the trembling prince girl lying on the table, feeling ominous in his heart.

If Fusu blew herself up on the spot, could she run away now so as not to be splashed with blood all over her face?Perhaps, she should do something to protect herself, such as cutting off the teacher-student relationship with Fusu and Yan Ce now, so as not to be sacrificed by all kinds of monsters and ghosts in the future.

Seemingly aware of Mr.'s gaze, Fu Su raised his stubborn little face, "Actually, Mr. You already know."

Yes, yes, yes, I know everything, I instigated, let the students charm the king or something, I, Han Fei, a conspirator, the most mysterious Guiguzi in the history of all countries!

Master, sooner or later I will be tossed about by my unfilial disciple Yan Ce.

Leaving aside the madness of thinking, Han Fei had rehearsed countless possibilities in his mind. Of course, the worst question came. She looked directly at the prince who had just recovered from his bewilderment. The only good news now is that Fusu didn't know that her fiancé She was about to have sex with her mother, the beauty of the kiss under the snow, whether Fusu saw it, she doubted, but Yan Ce's long absence, the prince and the girl could see it all.

The flickering lights made Han Fei's thoughts expand infinitely. Countless excuses that could make her die on the spot flashed through Han Fei's mind, and he forced himself to hold a slightly flustered breath.

"..."

"..."

The two of them maintained silence together. After a long time, Fusu said, "My fiancé, Yan Ce, actually has some special thoughts about my mother, His Majesty King Qin, doesn't he?"

Han Fei thought for a moment, and then edited without changing his face: "Yan Ce, he was originally a commoner of the Yan Kingdom, and he was given the status of a royal family only after being tortured by inhumane people. Fusu, you know that the reputation of the 'National Martyr' assassin has been established a few years ago. It resounded throughout the kingdoms, but Yan Ce was the only boy who climbed up from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood in "National Martyrdom."

Fusu bit her lip, rubbed the corner of her skirt and bowed her head in silence.

Believe me, it's okay.

Han Fei smelled a bit of sympathy from Fusu, and at the same time felt disgusted with herself who was trying to make up lies. She, who is enough to be revered as a saint, never thought that one day she would go against her heart and start lying. Only classmates who hate it can do it, but now I am... unexpectedly proficient in speaking.

It has to be said that the pure sadness in his heart caused Han Fei to gradually drift away from the road of acting.

"Being alone in the past made him yearn for the love of his parents. The setting sun and the grass and trees are out of reach."

Every time he uttered a word, his tone became heavier, and his feelings were all true...

Because, Han Fei recalled what happened this year.

Being misunderstood, being misunderstood... Like reincarnation, all kinds of conspiracies have been labeled as "Han Feizi". In a few years, maybe she will be able to cover her identity as a political strategist.

That's right, it started from the moment I met Yan Ce.

She felt that her back was getting heavier and heavier, and she walked forward with the weight in her sleep at night, and she was extremely tired.

Outside the window, the night is gradually falling.

A gorgeous Milky Way runs through the sky, and the bright stars fill the entire night, gradually melting into a mysterious and gloomy scene.

Han Fei said sadly: "...It's like you when you were young."

"!!!"

Her eyes widened slightly, she stared closely at Han Fei's eyes, and moved her knees half a step forward. It was the first time in her life that she saw her master feel so sad for someone else's situation.

Xu Shi, feel the same way?

"Master... your eyes are red..."

"Maybe it's sad."

Han Fei hooked his lips, revealing an ugly smile of "this old lady who has endured so much hardship is really strong".

"So, is that so? Yan Ce, he actually lacks love."

Seeing Mr. laughing so sadly, Fu Su finally believed it, put away his doubts, covered his well-curved chest with his fingers, felt the beating sound of the heart in the chest cavity, and the girl's eyes flashed self-blame for a moment.