Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After all, she paused for a moment, with a soft look on her cheeks.

In the quiet space, there are only tidbits floating in the sky, passing through the royal court and falling into the misty mountains and rivers.

The boy's reaction was bewildered at first, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Your Majesty, what is the punishment?"

"How's the school's etiquette?" She asked suddenly.

In Yan Ce's mind, Miss Ling Shi viciously taught him his homework like a big cat, and coughed lightly.

"Fortunately."

Seeing this, the smile on the lips of His Majesty the Emperor became more or less intense.

"As a prince, what should you call me?"

"His Majesty……"

Yan Ce had a bad premonition in his heart.

She shook her head and smiled lightly:

"No, think again."

As a result, Yan Ce's expression gradually became stiff.

The fingers touching her waist also stopped moving.

Lifting his head mechanically, his lips twitched for a while, looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was hugging him, he suppressed his collapse, and slowly uttered a word:

"……mom."

Chapter 570 Several Ways of Writing Juezi

The sultry air gathered, and at the same time, cloudy clouds rolled up. Gradually, the sky became dark, and the fine raindrops melted into a rain curtain, which was slightly cool.

"After the rain, do you want to change into cooler clothes?"

Miss Lingshi returned to Wangting from the school by car, and got off the car in the outer court. The entourage held an umbrella for her, and the woman glanced sideways at the closed main entrance of the Nuan Pavilion.

"Where is His Royal Highness?"

"My lord, in the Nuan Pavilion, Your Highness has been in isolation all afternoon." The female officer on duty responded with a polite smile and bowed her head.

"Afternoon?" She frowned.

Although there was a dedicated person holding an umbrella, the corners of the jacket were still wet, and the accumulated water inevitably stood on the calves and insteps. Fortunately, I was walking on high-heeled sandals, so it was not troublesome to clean up.

She opened the door and entered, threw off her shoes, stepped on the carpet with her bare feet, and stepped on it with a little force to absorb the moisture from the soles of her feet.

The young man in front of him turned his back to Miss Lingshi, lowered his eyebrows and used a quill pen to outline His Majesty's sketch on the silk. He only moved his fingers after a while, as if concentrating on it.

But she could tell at a glance that the fool was in a daze.

Taking off the wet blouse and hanging it on the hanger, revealing the new shirt inside, she asked lightly, "Your Majesty, what are you asking?"

"Nothing."

Yan Ce stopped writing, and responded with a very perfunctory sentence, as if he really didn't want to mention this topic.

Miss Lingshi picked up her shoes and put them on the shoe cabinet, "Impossible, since His Majesty wants to talk to you, it must involve the issue of your trespassing on the Prison Officer. Even if His Majesty is willing to protect you, you must be punished accordingly." .”

She looked back and said coldly, "You have hidden a lot from me."

"..."

No one likes a smart woman.

Yan Ce sighed from the bottom of his heart, temporarily escaped from his autistic state, and replied, "It's okay, just don't ask."

He was released by His Majesty, but he had suffered a double blow mentally, and he recovered slowly with his iron will. Although he could understand women's curiosity, he recalled the beautiful and dreamy "recognition of mother" scene, He even had the heart to smash his head to death in the garden.

"is it?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, stepped on the carpet and walked to Yan Ce's side, lightly kicked the boy's waist, motioning him to move away.

Miss Lingshi took out a silk cloth from the closet and wiped her hair, "Just in a while, I will present some letters to His Majesty."

As a result, Yan Ce's expression changed visible to the naked eye.

"You...is it necessary?" the boy asked.

"I didn't say I would ask His Majesty, Your Highness." She stretched out her finger to sweep the raindrops that fell on the letter.

"I've started using honorific titles, and you still say you don't have that meaning?"

The young man showed a bit of shame and anger, but the result was cruel, and Shangguan would not have any problem beating him with one hand, so Yan Ce had nothing to do with this woman other than expressing his resentment verbally.

"I can't ask?" She retorted calmly, opened the closet, saw the boy's strange eyes, immediately stared at him coldly, and said, "Turn your head away, I'll change your clothes."

"..."

It's not that I haven't seen it.

Yan Ce turned sideways, the raindrops outside the window fell on the window sill, covering up all the movements, and through the refraction of the water droplets, the young man accidentally saw a slightly slender figure.

But being prudish, he took a look decisively and didn't look much.