Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Free."

Yan Ce responded.

Seeing the young man's stubborn attitude, Yan Qing couldn't help laughing and said, "Your Highness, you are not bad for now, Uncle Mo finally recognized the right person."

"..."

"Your Highness, have you really broken with the prince?"

"Maybe."

Yan Qing showed a narrow smile, and said in a tone towards a good buddy, "If the day comes that is irreversible, I have many good buddies, and I will ask Aunt Yan to cover you."

"what……"

Yan Ce waved his hands with his back to the civilians and Mr. Yan who were watching.

The young man was exceptionally promoted to the prince because of his merits, and he was not the nominal prince. Under the emperor's dispensation, he had the possibility of competing for the throne. Too bad" attitude, the youth's approval rating was even split between that of the emperor's appointed heir.

And before Fusu left, he attracted the hatred of Confucian scholars all over the world to himself. Yan Ce could only use a more iron-blooded "just" method to arouse greater hatred and cover up Fusu's negative influence.

Therefore, the Confucian model is absolutely fair.

"Fusu?"

As soon as the young man entered the outer court, he saw the figure of the young girl under the ancient tree, but the plain color of the past was changed. Seeing Fusu turning his head to look at him, he thought for a moment, and said, "I heard that you are leaving Xianyang."

"You and I don't need to pretend anymore."

The pure black voluminous deep clothes dissipated the girl's immature and soft temperament, and Fusu interrupted Yan Ce's clumsy conversation skills when she opened her mouth, her voice intertwined with the falling petals rolled up by the long wind.

"Mother and Shangguan must have told you, and I also arranged for someone to monitor your actions occasionally."

"I know."

Yan Ce shrugged his shoulders with a smile, his eyes tilted slightly downward, and he was looking directly at the slightly stubborn face of the prince girl.

"You can use the prestige of the Confucian family to criticize me. Anyway, I was the first to offend the Confucian scholars in the world. It's too easy to blame me, and other dignitaries will not speak for me."

The girl suddenly laughed: "Then why do you think I didn't do that?"

"Because I'm handsome."

She paused, probably because she didn't expect that Yan Ce would use an unreliable response to catch her answer.

"……shameless."

"that is because--"

"Because you are still my fiancé, my prince...brother."

Under the ancient trees in the outer court, the shadows of branches and leaves swayed silently with the long wind blowing, and a few lines of light and shadows that missed covered the girl's drooping eyes.

When he said "brother", Fusu lowered his eyes and his cheeks turned pale. Just this bad name involving ethics made the girl's thinking sink to the lower part of her brain in an instant.

In order to reverse the established fate, she made the first official request in her life to the emperor, and then the trajectory of fate seemed to be shifting.

It's a good thing.

Probably……

She pinched the skirt of the skirt with her left hand, and her heart was constantly rising and falling.

"You should call me now, Miss Huang."

Accompanied by a gentle voice, Fusu took a step closer, raised his face showing a faint maturity, pressed against his arm, and smiled at the young man.

"Okay, call out."

Yan Ce closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

After dispelling all kinds of distracting thoughts, he opened his eyes and said:

"I'll brew it up for a while."

"It's okay, you have to get used to it."

Fu Su let go of his hand, just a touch of intimacy, even if it is to declare his sovereignty, it is useless at this moment. For a cunning prey like Yan Ce, if he wants to kill him with one blow, no one can snatch him away.

"The next time we meet, you will be the enemy. Don't show mercy. You can use any means. Don't lose too embarrassingly."

"..."

Yan Ce didn't answer.

Fusu brushed past the young man, and passed by Miss Lingshi around the corner, with long black hair down to her waist, she was different from her usual indifference.

The girl murmured softly:

"Win the name Miaomiao, isn't it too ugly for a girl?"

Yan Ce's eyes widened. He knew which guards around him were monitors, and he was sure that he had never mentioned this to the girl or Mr. Fei.

Fusu glanced lightly, especially pausing for a moment on the young man's stunned expression, looking back, he saw that Miss Ling Shi raised her eyebrows, and the corners of the girl's lips curled up in a mysterious arc.

Miss Lingshi watched the girl leave, feeling a little uncomfortable, and with a flash of dissatisfaction, she kicked the boy's heels without much effort.

"Your Majesty wants to see you."