Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Ying Miaomiao, does this name sound nice?" Yan Ce asked seriously.

"Oh……"

Miss Lingshi silently opened Yan Ce's fingers and took his wine bottle.

Then, it all fell down.

"It seems that the prince burned his head when he looked at and licked His Majesty's chest just now. The question of the name, in the future, when he is raped by His Highness Fusu, he can discuss it patiently with her."

"Although my mind is in a mess now, I understand that I will definitely win."

Yan Ce's voice seemed to be stating the facts.

"There is also the title of prince, I really can't get used to it."

Her indifferent eyes sparkled, and she caught a glimpse of the letter deliberately left on the stone table.

The warmth of early summer melted a few grains of pollen, and there was a pleasant smell in the air. Yan Ce sniffed towards her, and Miss Lingshi who was at the side took a half step secretly, her eyes seemed to be out of sight. Recycling trash with a disgusted expression.

"Shangxie is not allowed to tell others that you wrote it, and is not allowed to mention it again.

She kicked Yan Ce's calf with her toe, and then threatened in a cold voice.

"Longevity is inexhaustible... Such frivolous words are still used as test questions by the school..."

The woman looked down at the slightly drunk boy, her indifferent voice accompanied by a bit of displeasure.

"Why do I think you are shy?"

Yan Ce narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the flagon.

She put away the letter, patted Yan Ce's hand away, and said in a more serious tone: "I just said, drink less!"

第560章 冰山指数+1

The sun is setting and the moon is rising. In the warm pavilion, the slightly yellow light shines on the woman's profile. The thin single clothes outline a graceful figure. Her bare feet step on the carpet indifferently. She sits on the edge of the bed and raises her right leg and presses it on the left. On the legs, the skirt of the A-line skirt happened to be sandwiched, revealing the tender and slender thighs.

Miss Lingshi stroked her smooth chin, "This room I lived in a long time ago is now converted into a spare warehouse. Those female officials are still doing their jobs, and they can be called clean. You can make do with it tonight. .”

"You used to be... such a small room, with an average status, at least five or six years ago."

Yan Ce nodded, and the image of "older leftover girls" appeared in his mind. However, taking into account the fact that she was admitted to the royal court in her teens and climbed to the top in ten years, she doesn't seem to be particularly old.

Seemingly interpreting Yan Ce's impolite expression, she frowned, glared at Yan Ce, then looked away angrily, saw the bamboo slips piled up temporarily at her feet, and kicked the boy lightly and forcefully.

"There are numbers on the slips, and they are placed in the corresponding places on the bookshelf."

"I, the prince, are you just passing me the letter with your feet indifferently like this?"

Yan Ce pointed to himself.

Why doesn't the prince's dignity look too high? I thought that his status could go up a step. It feels like even if he sits on the throne, this woman won't have a gentle attitude.

"Your Majesty hasn't formally issued an edict yet, what are you in a hurry for, do you want to be a prince so much?" Her eyes vaguely glared with freezing rays, as if she was going to freeze Yan Ce to death.

"..."

Yan Ce picked up the slip of paper and found that it was the personnel information inside the royal court. The information of the more familiar Shang Ji and the young ladies who came from noble background to gild were all detailed to the date, month, and day.

"How could your information be... from Chu?"

He found Miss Lingshi's information at the end of the first volume, and Miss Lingshi, who was tidying the quilt by the bed, stopped moving, her thin lips slightly parted, puzzled for a moment, and simply brushed the dust on the bed.

She said: "I think the editor in the palace was too lazy and forgot to change it. It's OK to say that I am from Chu, but I have never been to Chu State. My mother's birth is supposed to be Zhao, but I have never been to Zhao State. I grew up in Qin."

Miss Lingshi saw that Yan Ce was fascinated, she raised her hand to brush her hair, smoothed it behind her ears deftly, and pursed her lips.

"If you go back to the origin, there is some connection with Yin Zilan, the former Lingling of Chu, so it's no problem to record it as a Chu person. Why are you curious about this?"

"No matter how you are called, both your past surname and your current title are official titles."

Yan Ce accidentally skipped her name and was startled.

"..."

Pointing his finger on the window sill, he saw the dust on his fingertips, and gently blew it away, making Miss Ling Shi look at him still struggling.

"It doesn't matter. I don't often use that surname. What strange things are you imagining?"

The toes hooked the high-heeled sandals under the bed, and the shoes dangled slightly on the snow-white toes.

It always feels a little strange for Yan Ce to "peep" her secrets openly in front of her.

"Put it back quickly," she said.

"Look again, the age is—"

Stepping on her shoes, she walked to the bookshelf, snatched Yan Ce's letter without saying a word, and blocked Yan Ce's mouth with her cold eyes.

Yan Ce didn't ask any more unnecessary questions, after all he saw the privacy of women, if he continued to ask, the iceberg beside him might turn into a volcano.

"You heard what His Majesty said."

"……No."

"Prince, it's a game between Chujun Fusu and me." He looked at the woman in front of him, with a trace of displeasure on his quiet and delicate face.

"What does it have to do with me?"