Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Young Master Ce has a clue?"

"I probably have a clue." Yan Ce nodded, and looked down at the wreckage on the ground, "The handwriting can be imitated, but it may not be the master's."

She nodded slightly, her expression looked strange for a moment, looking at the serious face of the young man, "Indeed, there are countless people who are good at imitating handwriting. Excuse me, what is the next conclusion of Young Master Ce..."

"This person is familiar with the internal structure of the royal court, and it is basically certain that he must live in the royal court for a long time, or else he often goes in and out of the royal palace in a high position, and has sufficient understanding of you, and most importantly, he has a certain amount of hostility. Yan Ce took a sip of tea, "So, do you have someone to suspect?"

After a long thought, Miss Lingshi narrowed her eyes and said with certainty, "Han Fei."

Yan Ce: "..."

My wife robbed your husband, what kind of grudge?How can you say that there is hostility, but you are still sure Mr. Fei?

"Give me face, don't treat Mr. as a suspect for the time being."

It was rare for Yan Ce to make a request to this woman. The husband is on sick leave, so he shouldn't be arrested on the spot by a group of bosses, and there is no time to escape.

She didn't give a clear reply, and said lightly: "I will investigate this matter thoroughly as soon as possible."

"I'll take it as your consent." Yan Ce breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tsk."

She glanced sideways, pulled out the scroll in Yan Ce's hand, crushed it, and left the ward straight away.

The noisy ward returned to silence again.

"According to the book, is the sensitive point really the earlobe?"

Yan Ce rested his chin and murmured to himself in a low voice.

"clatter--"

A cup hit the boy's bedside, bounced, and accurately folded onto the top of Yan Ce's head.

"Your Highness..."

The door was pushed open, and Miss Lingshi held the doorknob sideways, staring at the boy's stiff face.

You can vaguely see the beautiful cherry color in the woman's earlobe, and her eyes are as cold as a frozen abyss. She paused word by word:

"Don't talk nonsense."

next second.

The door was slammed shut.

Chapter 510 Nine Surprises [First Update]

Fortunately, the other party still maintained his rationality in a state of suspected embarrassment and anger. If a pottery cup was thrown over, Yan Ce's sick leave could be extended for another course of treatment.

Yan Ce stroked the rim of the cup, looking out of the window.

Recalling the content of the letter, he still admired the instigator who slandered him from the bottom of his heart. If he was caught, it would not be as simple as slicing Miss Ling. As a boy with ideals, he was more concerned about the The compatriots in other places, because of the lack of information, he was unable to grasp the information of Baiyue, so he could only imagine the process of these aspiring young people fighting wits and bravery with the robbers.

Satisfied with temperature and development, science and technology complement each other. The Mohist blasting team completely cracked the glass manufacturing process that is respected as a national treasure in various countries, and invested in the production of goggles on a large scale. The by-products are higher-end glass products, such as windows and mirrors, which have begun to be used. Yu Minsheng.

The boy came back to his senses again, and flipped through the report on the flow of funds that was handed over to him.

While not quite breaking even, the income is slowly catching up and should yield benefits soon.

As expected of the originator of black technology, this group of potential terrorists imagined standing on the ceiling of this era. Before the steam engine even appeared, they had already started to work in the sky, combining the wooden kite skills in Luban's book to complete a relatively mature hang glider. And the application plan for air-dropping bombs during the test flight was prepared.

It can be described as "a group of happy bombers who want to go to heaven."

Most of the by-products of failure in the ordnance field have become civilian crafts. Yan Ce has no reason to refuse, and readily approves the application.

Perhaps, we can see the early arrival of the steampunk era.

The juvenile is not the arbiter of all judgments, but Assassin who promotes the lost to discover the future. His extraordinary eyesight allows him to see distant squares and open spaces that are advanced in this era. Under the guidance of new policies, more people choose Dedicated to industry, not only the continuous farming and war in difficult times, but more research on increasing production and efficiency.

A new type of science and technology research laboratory is being rapidly built in a quiet and remote corner of Xianyang. The contrast between the beautiful transparent glass doors and windows and the ancient high-rise buildings on the other side makes the teenager feel like he is in the wrong era.

There was a knock on the door, and Yan Ce's eyes fell on the little princess Fusu who was visiting with a gift box at the door.

The delicate and lovely girl walked into the ward, carefully stepped on the messy floor,

Curiously asked: "Is this a letter?"

Yan Ce coughed lightly, took the gift box from Fusu, put it aside, deliberately skipped the topic, "...it's not important."

He dared not tell the girl the story of this place.

The young man's weird voice made the prince and girl suspicious, and smiled slightly, "Is your illness better?"

Fusu's tone at this moment is very similar to that in the bedroom of the palace yesterday, Yan Ce said: "It's basically fine, what's wrong with you, your eye circles are a bit dark."

"Yesterday, I seemed to have offended my mother."

Fusu showed a complicated and unspeakable smile, and said: "I don't know why, I have always been inexplicably suspicious recently, worrying about gains and losses without any reason. And I can't tell other people, for fear of spreading bad rumors."

"..."

In fact, there is no need to worry, the rumors have spread all over the world, and it is so promiscuous/promiscuous that he, a young driver in the new era, can't bear to look directly at him. Now he suspects that although the prince's girl is weak, as a supplementary bonus, the attribute of intuition is at least B+ , This is not an intuition, you just call a half-prophet.

Yan Ce pretended to drink water to regain his saintly state of mind.

And Fusu slowly sat on the edge of the bed, with her delicate legs together, slightly tilted, her fingers unknowingly stirred, and finally clenched tightly, her pupils were deep and confused, and then she let out a sigh.