Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"How do I apologize to my mother...will she forgive?"

Your Majesty, that seems to be the same idea.

Yan Ce thought for a moment, then confirmed: "Yes."

Fusu leaned forward and leaned on him, the softness of her chest pressed against his clothes, feeling his somewhat stiff body, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Every time, every time, you comfort me like this."

She buried her face in the pulled up quilt so that Yan Ce could not see her expression at the moment, "But as a subject, I have never been able to satisfy my mother, and I have no way to help her. And every time I bring up When you are with me, she will always be serious with a smile... I always feel that my mother may like you more than my daughter."

Yan Ce said softly, "It's okay."

"Well, thanks, it's better now."

Fusu showed a relaxed smile, she didn't need to be comforted, she just wanted to find someone to talk to, there would be a sense of peace and security by Yan Ce's side.

Then, she stretched out her hand and rolled up the hair on her sideburns, and asked with a deep smile, "Where did you go after visiting your mother yesterday?"

"..."

Yan Ce was slightly taken aback, his brain was running at high speed, and he wanted to blurt out "Mr. Fei", but then remembered that he was about to be mercilessly judged by Miss Ling Shi, so he swallowed back the most versatile excuse.

"Your Majesty will not allow me to participate in all the big and small state affairs that are directly involved with the powerful. After leaving Qin Palace, I will go to the Mohist team to check the accounts. The accounts will be checked before you enter the door."

Having no time to care about the delicate beauty of fair skin, Yan Ce raised the account book in his hand, and generously watched it with Fusu.

"Is that so... the Mo family?"

Fu Su paused and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me next time, now that you are a suspect released on medical parole, walking around outside the royal court will cause criticism."

Fusu knew that the guards of the royal court generally had a high degree of affection for Yan Ce, and if he wanted to leave, it was really unlikely that he would stop him.

The warm sunshine slanted down, Fusu buried his head even lower, and this peaceful time lasted for quite a while.

Gradually.

The girl shyly stretched her hand into the quilt, and quietly unbuttoned his shirt as if trying to hide her ears, in a strange and slow manner.

Just when Yan Ce was about to speak, he found that the girl was so ashamed that a large cloud of steam rose above her head, the other hand holding his shirt trembled, and her nails scraped his skin through the fabric from time to time, itching.

"Fusu-"

"You, no, don't look."

Fusu closed his eyes, his voice was particularly tense, he spoke intermittently, and continued to muster up the courage to take down the boy firmly but slowly.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

Fusu and Yan Ce froze on the spot together, the girl's pupils gleamed with water, her face seemed to be seeping blood, she pulled out her hand like an electric shock, and hurriedly unbuttoned the boy's shirt a little bit to restore it to its original state, resulting in a mess .

"Your Highness Ce..."

The girl outside the door called softly respectfully, then pushed open the door, and saw His Highness Fusu sitting at the corner of the bed separated from Yan Ce by a long distance, with strange eyes.

The girl pushed the goggles and said solemnly:

"I, Mo Yan, check the account."

Chapter 520 Perseverance Is Victory [Second Update]

Fusu murmured in a low voice: "Reconciliation?"

The girl looked at Yan Ce meaningfully.

"Is it an unfinished account?"

Yan Ce's IQ suddenly turned a corner and asked.

Mo Yan was blinded for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded, "Huh? Uh... yes."

Yan Ce wiped the unnecessary sweat from his forehead, and said calmly: "Okay, if you are in a hurry, I will deal with it immediately. If you are not in a hurry, I want to have breakfast first."

Hearing this, Mo Yan took a deep look at the young man, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your sacrifice."

"It's okay." Yan Ce waved his hand.

"It's not work." Mo Yan's eyes drooped slightly, "My parents and I sympathize with your current situation. People who change the world shoulder distant dreams, but what they gain is only house arrest at this moment. This is really—"

Mo Yan glanced at Fusu, and immediately defended, "Your Highness Fusu, I don't mean to complain!"

The pink on Fusu's face faded, she held up the teacup in her hand, smiled and shook her head to express her indifference.

Mo Yan said: "His Royal Highness, there are many nobles from aristocratic and wealthy families, and celebrities are just following the trend and following the crowd. I... somewhat understand that my father chose to leave the court. For the sake of power and wealth, becoming an official is an iron rule, but why did I forget it?" Power depends on the majority.”

Yan Ce's smile added a bit of solemnity, "I can't clean it all up, the royal court needs to be replaced."

"Of course not." Mo Yan responded immediately, and said weakly: "It's just that I'm not reconciled to the result... Whenever I see that justice is late, or even never. Occasionally, I hope that the king's court will be politically clear, and replace the treacherous and incompetent servants of the

Yan Ce raised his head, looking at the boundless scenery.

"It will change."

He turned around and said with a smile, "Isn't it changing now?"

"There are princes thinking about reform inside, visionaries are willing to implement laws and regulations, and outside there is a clear division of labor and technological change, so that the common people will no longer be plagued by hunger. The greedy and corrupt noble regime will be eliminated from the stage and replaced by the common people. The rising ranks will take over the remaining power, and this process is slow, perhaps, over generations before the very foundations of the state completely change its shape."