Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After she finished speaking, the strands of hair that had just been combed slipped from her fingers to her chest. The difference was that the long, smooth black hair was put down all at once, and she was not tied with a headband as usual, and her clothes were also the formal clothes she wore yesterday. , as the young detective's eyes fell on the looming collarbone and the exposed white skin, her eyes were cold and vigilant.

"Mr. Yan Ce, the Wei River is still quite cold right now."

She raised a dangerous smile and said.

"Ah? Yes."

Yan Ce didn't react to the killing intent of the words, but quickly interpreted the deep meaning of "disgusting, look again, I'll drown you in the water" from the inexplicable words.

He resolutely restrained his eyes, combined the information he had just collected, and came up with the fact that "she is a workaholic". As the housekeeper, she had to teach Fusu while at the same time controlling her old subordinates to prevent those background A female officer who is more scary than the other is too floating.

"Now...well, it should be time for the court meeting?" Yan Ce asked uncertainly.

"Yes."

The woman nodded, and said flatly: "Your Highness can estimate the approximate time when he is intoxicated with himself, which is very good. Only half of all the nobles go to the palace, and the others hide at home on sick leave. If you don’t want to kill someone, you’re going to give way, and I’m looking forward to His Majesty’s execution of Young Master Ce, I’m sorry, it was a slip of the tongue just now, it should be dealt with.”

"..."

Bloodless and tearless devil, you have accidentally expressed your thoughts. You are obviously a friend's development target, but can't you move the bar of your favorability?

Yan Ce raised his head depressed.

"It's me who made such a big fuss."

"This time, wait at least one or two hours for the end of the court meeting."

She gently placed the lesson plan by the window, looked away, pursed her lips, and said lightly.

"Oh." Yan Ce looked at her, his pupils flickered for a moment, then he nodded his head to express his understanding: "I understand, you can go to work first."

"..."

She picked up the lesson plan she had just put down, turned and left, her eyes mixed with a bit of impatience, and then she said coldly: "I'm going to the dormitory, goodbye."

"???"

The inexplicable cold farewell, the favorability has dropped again?

Yan Ce sighed softly, he and she couldn't be more harmonious, every time it either started with the smell of gunpowder or ended with the smell of gunpowder.

In order to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, the boy began to analyze from the perspective of a friend, and then picked out a few topics that would not be irritating at all to say goodbye

"It's better to take a day off. Staying up late is easy to get sick."

Yan Ce looked at the back of the woman with long black hair and said, "If you are really sick, you can't let the unreliable Shang Ji take care of you."

"..."

Miss Lingshi's raised fingers gently touched the warm earlobe with a little pink, she looked sideways, turned her head again, and hugged the lesson plan slightly.

"Mind your own business."

After throwing the next sentence, the woman left immediately.

"It's hard to guess."

Yan Ce closed the window, and it became more and more unclear whether she had any emotional changes towards him. Even if she deliberately mentioned Yu Ji, she just looked at the criminal.

If you use a numerical value to evaluate the favorability, it should be about negative fifty now, at least not the horror of looking at the bug like that at the beginning and wanting to crush it to death with your feet.

He also lost sleepiness, stood up, found gauze to wrap up the hideous scar left on his left arm, and put on a formal suit.

Pale golden light shines through the cracks in the window and is reflected on the letters on the case table. Occasionally, the yawn of the imperial guards when they relax announces that the boy is still under surveillance.

Unfolding the letter, the shocking amount is neatly listed in the first few lines. It can be seen that Miss Bai is indeed not lying. Not only are the accounts open and transparent, but in some places, the fields operated by the Bai family are just a symbolic collection of costs. Even so, it is still far from It's not time to pay.

Alright, Miss Bai, in the name of Master, I will give you another Command Seal, so you don't have to die for now.

Yan Ce stopped complaining. Of course, the young man still expressed his condemnation of the donkey's behavior that he couldn't stop working even after being imprisoned.

Crops take time, and technological innovation also takes time to digest. Even if there are special people responsible for these things, Yan Ce only needs to lead this group of people to another world line according to his ideas. The heaviness is still lingering. Complete change still needs a long journey, so he needs more "friends" to convey the ideas of the new century.

Leaving aside the ups and downs in Xianyang, he should focus on more distant lands. For example, the "Prime Minister's Brand BBQ" incident of supporting education, a group of young people with ideals, unfortunately, their parents did not understand.

I embarked on a journey for the sake of my dream, but it was slandered as a distribution, and the moving tears were written as a hoarse wailing... Wouldn't it be good if I really wanted to send this group of close friends to go to Everest to defeat the eternal winter?

The planned five-year period is enough for a complete transformation.

Yan Ce thought so.

Next came the trial from the royal court.

Chapter 490 The Sixth Enemy of Life

Ying Zheng sat quietly on the throne, flipping through the letters that had just been sorted out, and could vaguely smell the fragrance of ink. The emperor didn't say a word, and the whole country was silent. With the passage of time, the lingering sound of the long wind across the sky wafted into the ancient capital. The peak of the mountain dispelled a bit of the coldness.

As the supreme master on the throne raised his eyes, the silence was finally broken.

"I paid homage to the souls of my ancestors last night, but I didn't expect Mr. Yan to commit such a vicious crime. I was very annoyed. However, it did not cause a catastrophe. Please teach me how to deal with it."

"..."

"..."

One of the courtiers, whose forehead was wrapped in gauze, now had weak calves just standing up. The emperor was serious about protecting the calf, and he "boomed" against the wall and bleed all over the place, which was equivalent to painting the Xianyang Palace.

The big bosses who petitioned together last night all focused their eyes on him. The meaning of their eyes can be described as "acting as a representative of a loyal minister and pretending to kill Xianyang Palace. Anyway, you are so miserable, it doesn't matter how miserable you are." .