Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

With the hype, Yan Ce, who is already too black, has no influence, and adds mystery. As the saying goes, black to the extreme and naturally white, everyone is black, and the nobles of the whitewashing party who stand out stand out. Explain the mystery for Yan Ce.

Only Wang Jian's reputation has been hit by a hydrogen bomb. After all, the old general's reputation has benefited from Yan Ce, even if there is a stain, but because of the existence of the lower limit of the youth, it is not outstanding.

At this moment, Wang Jian's face was livid.

Calm down, calm down... can't calm down at all!Go find Yan Ce first and hack him to death, otherwise sooner or later you will become a devil who kicks widows' doors and digs up family graves.

If you want to marry someone else's daughter, the prince has left Xianyang. How about some dowry, some marriage, as for getting prostitutes for nothing?It's fine to go whoring for nothing, but you're still pulling on General Qin's tiger skin... If Yan Ce were his grandson, he would definitely burn this thing to sacrifice to heaven!

Walking to the Xianyang market, people I knew stared at me all the way with strange eyes.

Old General Wang, who once cheated the prince, knew today that there is reincarnation in the law of heaven. He entered the outer court and asked the chief guard where Yan Ce lived in the Nuan Pavilion.

"Where's Yan Ce?!"

"..."

Miss Lingshi, who was folding clothes, moved the pile of men's suits on her lap to the table, brushed the dust off her knees, raised her hand to brush the uncombed hair on her forehead, her face was calm and natural, she got up and stepped on the slight on the cool floor.

"He went out and didn't come back...Is it the general?"

Wang Jian was puzzled and said: "Wait, the old man went wrong? Why are you here!"

"..."

Hearing this, the woman in home furnishing frowned and remained silent for a while, as if she couldn't find a reasonable reason.

"You and Yan Ce... live together."

If you think about it carefully, this inexplicable may not exist, after all, even His Majesty favors her, and it is normal for other women to have a little liking for her.

However, the traces of cohabitation and sharing the same bed, the prince is gone, not dead, it's not that Wang Jian didn't expect this kind of situation, but he didn't expect it to be so exciting, and the indifference of strangers hasn't melted in ten years.

And at this moment, her eyes flashed a kind of emotion that the old man had never seen before. She seemed a little shy? ? ?

For the time being, Wang Jian placed the matter of blaming Yan Ce in second place, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like him?"

"..."

Miss Lingshi twitched her index finger, but her quiet and deep eyes showed no sign of cowardice or uneasiness, and looked at him calmly, just like the indifference of winter gathering again.

Chapter 590 A Minor Decrease in Favorability

Yan Ce, who was rejected by fancy style, took back a stack of papers of version 3.0. As soon as he returned to the warm pavilion where he was temporarily staying, he felt the strange atmosphere. influences.

Seeing this strange scene, Yan Ce was taken aback for a moment, then walked into the Nuan Pavilion pretending that he hadn't seen anything, and said politely, "General Wang is here too."

"..."

Miss Lingshi put on her coat and straightened her collar, then stepped on her high-heeled shoes, walked straight past Yan Ce, and slammed the door to leave, as if she didn't want to communicate with him.

Seeing that she left without delay, Wang Jian pondered for a moment, looked deeply at Yan Ce, and said, "She's gone, and the old man just happened to have a chat with you alone."

Yan Ce blinked and asked, "Brother Wang, what do you want to talk about..."

After the words fell, Wang Jian's face was cold, and he took out the anonymous nobleman's king of begging, and smashed Yan Xiwen on the table.

The old man popped out a word: "Look."

Yan Ce took the letter, fell silent for a moment, lowered his eyes to contemplate, seeing that he seemed to be introspective, Wang Jian's anger subsided slightly.

Yan Ce took a sip of herbal tea, picked up the letter and scanned it up and down, and said, "Oh, your literary talent is good."

"Do you want to be shameless? Do you want to be shameless!"

The old man's cloudy eyeballs were about to bleed, "Wife Yan's reputation is good, is she a compliment to you? Several of the fiancées on the list are the fiancees of your close friends. You are not picky eaters!"

Yan Ce said seriously: "I, Mr. Yan Ce..."

Wang Jian interrupted the young man's self-report: "Now, you, married woman Yan! Old man, the old Wang next door... You created this shit-like word, right?"

"picture……"

"Like a fart, that's it!"

Yan Ce gently persuaded: "Old General, you are over 60, don't keep talking about excrement and fart, it is not good for your health."

"And I absolutely didn't mention snatching marriages, but I just expressed appropriately whether I can put my studies and career first, advocate the freedom of marriage, and abandon the ancient family marriage...As long as I want, I can help postpone the marriage until I spend a four-year period in the closed research institute. You can marry freely during your years of study."

"Is this called snatching a marriage?"

Yan Ce asked.

"..."

Wang Jian raised the sword, then shook it for a long time and then put it down, his heart galloped. Accompanied by the prompt sound of "cut it", the fucker in front of him was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and had no self-consciousness.

He can basically understand what Yan Ce said about freedom of marriage and other words. Indeed, not all aristocratic girls have the ability to choose a spouse, especially the eldest daughter and youngest daughter. The former bear the burden of family revival. A certain ability to choose, and most of the latter are forced to marry for profit, and there are very few who want to embark on official careers to change their destiny.

The destructive power of freedom of marriage can be described in simple words as the innocent confessions of "the domineering president and Mary Sue", "the stepmother of the prince and Snow White", "Mr. Xi and Ms. Pan".

It's no wonder... No wonder I gave you the title of wife Yan, you are going to collect all the fiancées of your buddies, and the freedom of marriage will be free on your Yan Ce bed, 30 days a month, every day There is a fresh rhythm!

"If you were a grandson, I would definitely cut off your sacrificial flag."

"Brother Wang, everyone is not an ordinary person anymore, don't be too bookish..." Yan Ce knew that Wang Jian must think dirty of himself, so he calmly persuaded him.

"Why do you involve the old man?"