Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Although Shang Ji is her deputy, she is still in the leadership class, but she is also proficient in cleaning. Of course, she tries not to look at things that shouldn't be seen. The wardrobe and drawers in the boss's bedroom are turned into a mess , as if swept by Xiong Xiazi, and the folds on the bed that have been thrashed.

Could it be said that Mr. Ling's slight cleanliness has been cured?Or...the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, my life is so miserable.

"My lord, I really can't clean it all by myself. The classics in the national treasury today also need to be treated urgently to prevent insects and moisture." Shang Ji cried with a small face, her waist bent to her knees, and whispered: "Can you call me again?" Come and clean up with me, three or two servants?"

"You don't need to go to the government today, you just need to clean it up, understand?"

"Understood……"

Shang Ji's desire to survive began to go online, and she made it clear that she didn't want to be seen by more people. If Shang Ji was not too easy to use and couldn't find a substitute for the time being, what she was doing now was not to seal her mouth, but to kill her mouth cleanly.

Today's royal court is even more chaotic than in the past year.

"My lord, I want to ask, do you still need to change or clean the one, no, two beddings on your bed?" Shang Ji asked calmly after seeing it with fear.

"Do you need me to teach you?" Master Ling Shi's eyes sharpened, "When will the bad habit of being courteous at inappropriate times be corrected, Shang Ji?"

"My lord, immediately!"

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Fusu walked into the Lingshi's Office, and bowed his head apologetically when he saw Han Fei, while the master nodded, shook his head, and then sighed with sympathy, and a question mark appeared on the girl's head.

"Fusu, long time no see...cough cough cough..."

Yan Ce sat in front of the table, stuffed some food into his mouth in order to save time for eating, and swallowed it quickly. He said hello, but accidentally stuffed it down his throat. Miss Shi changed into a light blue official dress, and poured a glass of food. The tea fell heavily on the table, and the splashed water dripped onto Yan Ce's cheek.

Then she glanced at Yan Ce, sneered twice, and walked back to the bedroom.

Yan Ce spent a thousandth of a second thinking about the chemical composition of this cup of tea, the ratio of water and highly toxic substances, and then decisively picked up the cup first and sent the food down his throat.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Fei couldn't remember how many times she sighed, but it definitely wouldn't be the last time. She stood with her hands behind her back, staring at the clouds and clouds in the sky.

There was something wrong on Fusu's face, "It's just that I was not feeling well at the time, and Master happened to come in, which caused a misunderstanding. I have already explained to Tingwei and the chief guard, so Master's wanted arrest has been withdrawn, and now... ..."

The girl paused, seeing the trembling Lady Chuchen and the indifferent Lord Lingshi, her gaze was fixed on Yan Ce who was rubbing his stomach, and Yan Ce was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the desperate Mr. with a sudden realization.

"Sir, why didn't you tell me when you escaped from prison?"

Sir, I really want to lie on the bed and cry softly for a while, just cry for a stick of incense.

Why did you choose this child to inherit the legalist theory and continue the road of the rule of law? Maybe he was blind at the beginning... Is my student a ghost!

Han Fei wanted to cry but had no tears, his sadness factor was full of five stars, and he decided to go to a farther corner to lick the trauma of his heart alone.

"Ce, I think we should have a chat."

The girl's soft and gentle voice exuded a weird flavor, and she used an intimate name without authorization, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

"Since you went to the school to study your homework, we haven't talked alone for a long time."

Yan Ce blinked, and saw that Fusu's face gradually became serious, and he sat up straight in front of the desk.

"Fusu is curious, why did you want to hide the Lingshi Office in the first place? I remember that the relationship between you and Lingshi was not that good before."

Fusu said, walking beside the young man, took out a handkerchief and wiped the tea splashed on his face just now.

Yan Ce shook his head, "The relationship is not good, right? At most, they won't fight to death."

"Ah……"

Shang Ji in the next bedroom trembled, faintly feeling that the temperature in the room was constant in the eternal cold, but she didn't dare to make a sound at all, and she didn't dare to turn her head to look at the expression of Lord Lingshi.

"Is that right?"

Fu Su looked suspiciously at Yan Ce's swear words. Although she was her fiancé, the girl should give him the utmost trust, but the lingering faint sense of crisis lingered in her heart.

Yan Ce nodded, and asked back, "Otherwise?"

Is the relationship on good terms? Why didn't he feel it? The air-conditioning value continued to exceed the standard, and his mouth was so poisonous that he wished to gag it.Fu Su felt very insecure. Since she had made an oath with King Qin Yue, the boy must treat the girl as a relative.

He smiled and reached out to touch the top of the girl's head, as if Ying Zheng was licking him.

"I've been too busy recently, and I often don't take time to see you. It's my fault. After I'm done working for a while, I'll show you something nice and delicious."

Fusu knew that Yan Ce wanted to create the prosperous world in his mind for her to see.

The girl's expression softened, and she smiled, "Well..."

"Your Highness, Chenchenchen... come to clean up." Shang Ji came out of the bedroom, with a clean black men's dress hanging on her arm, showing a smile that was infinitely uglier than crying, "By the way, ,Ha ha ha ha ha."

Shang Ji's smile sounded like a little hen with a knife on its neck. It laughed intermittently, and the signal was only one frame.

"Oh, almost forgot."

Yan Ce reached out to take the coat, sniffed it subconsciously, and put it on calmly.

"This is the top..."

Fusu seemed to be playing a small game of guessing the name by looking at the pictures, his soft expression froze, and he judged in a strange tone.

"Yes, top."

"I said tops."

"En." Yan Ce nodded.