Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The young man's repressed aura was swept away, and Ying Zheng just ended the joke just right.

then.

She took the boy's hand, crossed her fingers lightly, and kept a little gap.

"If you say such things to me again, it won't be so easy to let you go."

pS: I was expected to go home on the [-]th, but was delayed by some things, so I had to wait until the [-]th to go home. It seemed that I was the only one left in the dormitory. It was so deserted and scary.

Chapter 480 Three Uncomfortable Teachings

As the warm sunshine fell, a distant figure stood beside Xianyang Palace in an intimate posture.

Her eyes were so deep that she couldn't see the temperature, Miss Ling of the school held the lesson plan, looked slightly sideways, her brows were slightly frowned and then gradually eased, showing a bit of indifference.

"Ling Shi, what are you looking at?" Fu Su whispered, "Is there something outside the window?"

Miss Ling Shi was taken aback for a moment, then looked back and said, "It's just a memory of a boring past."

Fusu saw the strangeness in Lingshi's pupils, and although he kept a considerable distance from her, he couldn't see any abnormalities.

For a moment, a gigantic question mark appeared on the girl's forehead.

"Your Highness, if you want to control the country, or strengthen the country?"

After a long silence, Miss Lingshi finally restrained her glance from the window from time to time, and looked at the young prince faintly, "Mr. Fei's knowledge is more comprehensive than mine. Mr. is to train His Highness as the next generation of prince. The ruler of the country who keeps the success of the country does not need to learn too much."

"I don't need to waste time with His Highness who hates me on meaningless repetitions. With His Highness's weak physical condition, it is almost doomed to be locked up in the royal court. Then let Young Master Ce deal with all the big and small matters, and only do them in specific places. A symbol will do.”

After a pause, she closed the window and said: "At least he is indeed much more qualified than His Majesty. Even if the First Emperor abdicates, if there is a young master to support the royal court, if necessary, he can even take the little princess who looks similar to His Majesty." If you push him to the top, even the ministers who have been bullied by him for a long time should not have the guts to obey others."

So, is she trying to sow discord?

Until the last second when Miss Lingshi's voice fell, the girl was still thinking about this question in her mind, but what was the significance of her doing so.

"What is Lingshi's so-called strong country?"

Her beautiful but indifferent face has only calmness, "Truly become the emperor and control everything, just like your majesty."

"Pfft...cough cough cough."

Han Fei wiped the tea he had just spouted, his frightened expression completely frozen on his cheeks, and he suddenly felt bad.

She looked at the indifferent Miss Lingshi.

He looked at Fusu again.

So, can you give Mr. a little face?Your Majesty asked Mr. Lingshi to be a teacher for the prince, so why not just teach him some knowledge to deal with the errands?You need to be so serious!

Could it be a guide to usurp the throne, join hands in a gorgeous counterattack against the mother, and become a generation of filial daughters.

Your Majesty arranged the order in the dormitory with the intention of letting Fei help to monitor him. Even if it is for the sake of the overall situation, you can't completely treat Fei as dead and put terrible thoughts on Fei's face... Yes. There are no dead people!

However, Han Fei, who had no sense of face, found that there was no use for roaring in his heart. Neither the maverick lady Lingshi nor the prince who looked like a good girl were easy roles to handle.

"But I don't have that kind of ambition."

Fusu laughed.

fine……

Seeing Fusu tilting her head and looking like a gentle girl, Han Fei let out a long sigh of relief.

My family's pro-students are very upright, which shows that my education is not as failed as the outside world rumors.

After all, he is a student who has been taught since he was a child and treats him as his own. Although he doesn't like to study the law, under the guidance of the girl's love, he gradually changed his original thoughts and moved towards a qualified successor. An ulterior little hobby, but it's harmless.

"Really, the minister made a slip of the tongue."

The indifferent woman took a deep look at the gentle and sweet innocent girl sitting in front of the desk, and apologized in an unapologetic tone.

"Then, continue with the class."

The slips of paper were spread out, and Han Fei came to see her teaching plan intentionally or unintentionally, but Miss Lingshi didn't say a word of extraneous words, nor did she reject Han Fei's obvious monitoring behavior.

Fusu lowered her eyebrows, tightened the thin black singlet on her body, pressed her fists against the snow-white skin on her chest, her well-proportioned legs under the skirt were tightly together, her toes were slightly raised unconsciously, through the somewhat transparent The pink color can be seen vaguely in the socks.

……

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at the same time.

Qin Palace.

His Majesty the Emperor is personally correcting the boy's etiquette movements during her coronation ceremony.

She had no choice but to do it, after all, there are very few people in Xianyang City who dare to teach this child, not to mention strict guidance.

Even the most indifferent female officer around her has no strong resistance to Yan Ce, and she can basically predict the attitude of other people towards the boy. It is impossible for the emperor to let General Wang Jian try his best to transfer/teach him to death, so he had to sacrifice a small part of his time to experience personally.

Fortunately, the maids have been ordered to step back, otherwise they might be misunderstood by others if they saw this scene.

"That child Fusu is much better than you in etiquette."

Standing behind the young man, Ying Zheng lifted his left arm up a little as if embracing him. There was only a thin line of distance between the young man's body and hers, and he could vaguely feel the inadvertent slight friction of the cloth.

The soft existence wrapped under the fabric perfectly supported the contours of the heart, making the boy's body freeze in place as if he had been electrocuted.