Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She was extremely uncomfortable with Yan Ce's positive attitude, as if she had already adapted to the cold ice of the North Pole when it encountered sunlight.

The ability to communicate with almost all girls made her question Yan Ce's character.

After hesitating for a moment, the emotion that she didn't even understand faded from the bottom of her eyes.

"Boom-thump-"

At this moment, there was a very regular knock on the door.

Fusu in black formal attire pushed the door open and entered.

His gaze contains perseverance and immature courage, and the long hair tentatively coiled up reveals the youthful maturity that belongs only to girls.

"Morning, sir, huh? Lingshi...good morning."

The moment he saw Miss Lingshi, Fusu's voice was not quite right, but he still greeted him with the etiquette of a crown prince.

"Good morning, Your Highness."

Miss Lingshi nodded slightly at the girl Chujun, and then continued to sort out the lesson plans with her head down, while Mr. Fei looked preoccupied, which made people think that Mr. Fei and Miss Lingshi were in the room before Fusu arrived at the school. what happened.

Although Fusu was puzzled, he didn't ask, and smiled softly: "Lingshi, can you teach now?"

rare.

The indifferent woman reacted half a second later than usual and nodded.

It's just a slight difference, but it was still noticed by the witty girl Fusu.

The sixth sense told her: It has something to do with Yan Ce!

Chapter 480: Someone Important to Her

"It seems that I haven't seen Fusu for a long time."

"My heart is throbbing inexplicably."

Holding on to the railing, looking at the whole school building, after looking around for a week, Yan Ce let out such a sigh.

It's no wonder that he now thinks of that delicate and frail little classmate Fusu.

That Lingshi was transferred to be a tutor for Fusu. With her knowledge reserve, it is not difficult to teach Fusu. Fusu is gentle and optimistic. As a pure student, she is probably the type of good girl.

Your Majesty's thinking is roughly the same, but... when the two meet together, it is basically the Cold War before the World War, and there is no trace of teacher-student friendship!The chaotic neutrality of Lingshi adults, and the orderly and good camp represented by Fusu, coupled with the tit-for-tat words a few months ago, have plunged the relationship between them into a long winter.

With a little association, he could draw out the dire scene in front of him. Yan Ce decided to fade out of faction disputes and appear in the royal court as little as possible to avoid intensifying conflicts. As for mediation... the young man has not tried it. But the cold woman just looked sideways with the eyes of a fool.

Putting his arms on the railing, he let out a long sigh, and then his expression became a little weird.

"Your Highness, why are you sighing?"

A refined man came to the side, and together they looked down at the thousands of households in Xianyang under the distant sky.

Yan Ce turned his head, and asked with some vigilant doubts: "Prime Minister?"

On the side, the passing maids lowered their eyebrows and saluted.

Qin's prime minister, Wang Hui, saw the change in the boy's expression, so he naturally knew how unpopular he was.

He waved his hands and ordered the colleagues behind him to retreat first, and the rest of the nobles who followed took a look at Yan Ce, bowed and bowed to leave.

In the corner of Xianyang Palace, only a high-ranking prime minister and a young man were left. At this time, they had already left the court meeting, looking at the important officials of the nobles who were drifting away.

"A tweeting order is the slow death of the family and the carnival of the collateral. Young master Ce, do you have any prejudice against the nobles, for example, you were raped by the nobles when you were young, and you felt hatred?"

The prime minister asked in an extremely unrefined tone: "During the time you returned to the country, did you know that the nobles who stayed up all night kept admonishing, begging... to be precise, begging for His Majesty's mercy."

The man's words fell, followed by a moment of silence. Seeing Yan Ce's eyes widen slightly, he gradually regained his composure, occasionally flashing thoughtful words that symbolize wisdom.

In the end, he smiled, and turned his gaze to the far distance, the vast mountains and rivers, the silhouettes of ruins and prosperous times blending in the dream.

The boy said: "She will not accept the nobleman's prayer."

"Yes, and it's rare, leaving no room for negotiation."

The prime minister followed Yan Ce's line of sight to see the rising empire, and every word in his mouth exuded an indescribable complexity.

"Your Majesty officially issued an edict today, abolishing the title of Son of Heaven, and proclaiming himself the Emperor, the First Emperor of Qin. The last illusion of the nobles who tried to preserve the old system was also shattered. The court meeting decided that the First Emperor gave up the enfeoffment, adopted the system of prefectures and counties to implement the whole country, and revived the Zhou Dynasty. The old aristocrats of the regime have suffered a crushing defeat."

"Fenfeng is a country within a country. What she wants is a unified and peaceful world without disputes. How could she allow such a situation to happen?" Yan Ce shrugged.

"Is it just that?"

The prime minister showed an incomprehensible wry smile, and continued:

"The First Emperor rejected enfeoffment."

"Rejected the emperor title."

"Similarly, veto and demote Young Master Yan..."

"It can be seen that His Highness is one of the few people who can understand her."

After talking about Yi Da Tong, the prime minister seemed to relax a lot, as if he had let go of a kind of psychological anxiety.

"It's someone who is very important to her."

The man's tone was a little sad.