Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She turned her head slightly, straightened her drooping hair, exposing her fair neck, her eyes were drawn to the "eyes" outside, and a slight vigilance appeared on her delicate and indifferent face.

Yan Ce followed her line of sight and vaguely saw a walking figure, and immediately stopped speaking, playing a weak role for the time being.

Letting go of Yan Ce, she said: "Looking at Mr. Fei's reaction, the book was indeed written by someone else under the guise of Mr. Fei's name. As for who wrote the book, I will continue to investigate."

Yan Ce covered his chest, and took two steps back, "The sooner this matter is resolved, the better. Master's suspicion will be eliminated. There are not many people in this area. You are more familiar with Wang Ting than me, and your actions are better than mine. more convenient."

She nodded, "I know, let's go."

"Ah, go slowly." Yan Ce replied absent-mindedly.

Miss Lingshi paused for a while, turned her back to the boy, remained silent for a while, looked sideways, and said softly.

"Aren't you going to send it?"

I don't know since when, the relationship between the two has become less hostile, and their actions are more inclined to jokes. Yan Ce pondered whether it should be classified as a queue of friends now.

After a short thought, Yan Ce pretended nothing happened and went out with her side by side.

Walking along the way, she calmed down, and her temperament became a little softer, like an ice cube melted a little. Although it was still the same coldness, it didn't seem so cold.

Walking to the door of the medical building, Miss Lingshi stopped. There was an ancient tree standing beside the medical building. The bright sunlight passed through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and the broken shadows fell into the ground and merged with the backs of the two, accompanied by the rising The breeze swayed slightly.

With an unaccustomed tone, she frowned and said, "You...you should be in better health."

"Are you concerned?" Yan Ce blinked.

"Not counting."

The indifference value returned to initialization in an instant, and she walked straight towards the palace.

wrong answer.

After all, he couldn't figure out what the woman was thinking. Yan Ce walked back to the quiet ward, recalling what she had done in his mind, as if there was nothing harmful to him, except that the solution was too exciting, and it perfectly rescued his embarrassing situation, of course It is not ruled out that the current predicament can be solved by putting him in a more embarrassing way.

Yan Ce took out the first draft of the trial letter she said.

It is not the long-winded legal regulations and verdicts issued by the government office, but the woman's timeless and beautiful handwriting, with only a few numbers under the book.

"Medical building, Xiang Yan, be careful."

Yan Ce saw a sentence added at the end of the handwriting.

"Your Highness Bait, don't blame me."

Looking at the slightly raised little tail at the last stroke of the handwriting, he sneered dangerously as if foreseeing the flowers of the other side.

Yan Ce's favorable opinion just rose to nothing in an instant.

Chapter 520 Happy Valentine's Day

The door of the ward.

Yan Ce silently looked at Mr. Fei who came out from the opposite side. In the eyes of others, Han Fei's dignified expression may be making a big news, but Yan Xiaoce, who knows Mr.'s innocent heart best, can feel "Damn, why is everything so serious?" long disabled" overflowing with despair.

"Sir, how is Fusu?"

"Don't, don't talk, let me be quiet first."

Han Fei waved his hands tiredly, walked into the ward, and repaired the new three views of version 3.0.

Yan Ce's hopeful expression disappeared, and he remained silent for a while.

The boy lay back on the bed in silence.

"..."

Yan Ce ignited the silk and burned it to ashes, and there was no image of Xiang Yan in his brain at all. Miss Lingshi told him to be careful of this general of Chu State, who is also the grandfather of his "Brother Yu".

"... Another troublemaker." Yan Ce sighed.

A big brother from the state of Chu purposely "sick in bed" during this time, in addition to looting the VIP bed, he probably wanted to kill him. Muscle memory is so strong that it flies, and the upper limit of the body is locked, so the exercise efficiency is extremely low.

The speed of thinking is like lightning. If there is no accident, if Xiang Yan wants to assassinate him, he must do it at night.

No matter what, don't be alarmed. After all, they didn't do anything, and they didn't go upstairs. There is no reason for Yan Ce to let a "seriously ill" old man go away.

The explosion of Miss Lingshi's force value may make the other party afraid to do anything, so she left. As for her willingness to tell but not intervene.

It may be that Xiang Yan does not have to rely on force to solve the problem.

Yan Ce made up a set of reasonable arguments on his own.

But the greater probability is... to play him.

Yan Ce squinted, showing a helpless expression, and knocked on the door of Han Fei's room.

"Master, I want to talk to you."

The boy waited outside the door for about 3 minutes before the gentleman inside responded with difficulty: "...Come in."

Pushing the door open, Han Fei's ward was a double room with a larger environment and a wide view. The two beds were not far apart.

Lying on the hospital bed beside him was the prime minister who was "taking annual leave". If there were no accidents, he might have to take annual leave for the rest of his life. In other words, he might have been tactfully fired by Emperor Shihuang.

The moment the prime minister saw Yan Ce, his expression was delicate, and he looked directly at the desperate gentleman beside him, feeling happy immediately.

Whoops, let you teach me an old cunt to drive me off the stage, reap the consequences, and reincarnate.