Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Naturally proud and without the so-called arrogance, there is a strong persistence in the eyes, and the solemn look is meticulous, very much like Mr. Han Fei when he first entered Qin Dynasty, or even a girl version of Mr. The more this strange girl observes, The more similar they are, the illegitimate daughter called Han Feizi will not be suspected of being similar.

Really, very similar.

Ah Ce, is he finally going to take the retro route?Because the insurmountable relationship between teachers and students lies in the middle, the young ones are trained to make do with it, and the strange sexual addiction has increased...

Thinking of this, Fusu smiled, and his mentality under version 2.0 became more subtle.

pS: The supervisor said that the counselors who were defending wanted to give me an excellent graduation thesis, but I rejected it directly. Respect my opinion, and then say that the conclusion of my analysis is shallow and wrong, which makes me double... modify the final draft of the thesis, and cry.

Chapter 630

The prison department and the warden signed and completed the release procedures, but because His Majesty did not issue an order on the issue of official positions, the released persons (including Shang Ji) returned to the royal court to meet the emperor for the time being.

The only thing she doesn't need is the little classmate Zifang who is inseparable from Mr. Fei.

In summer, which has been dry for half a month, a cool wind blew up, and the sky was overcast, and fine raindrops fell on the umbrella.

Si time, gray sky.

Fusu closed her eyes, held up her umbrella, and immersed herself in the melody of rain falling.

On the side, Zifang was temporarily walking with His Royal Highness Chujun, the umbrella was enough to cover the two girls, although he didn't hear what the girl said, but the change in mood was revealed.

"Your Highness... why do you want to leave me alone?"

Ovary whispered softly, the reason why the girl is willing to serve Yan Ce is not only the subtle tacit understanding between the prince and her in Bolangsha, but also the fact that Yan Ce is not the mastermind of destroying Han, and why is he a student of Han Feizi? It is impossible to say that he is a bad person.

And the prince is the closest person to the first emperor, even if he can let go of his resentment towards the first emperor for the sake of the lord, he will inevitably feel uncomfortable when facing Fusu.

"He attaches great importance to you, otherwise he won't let you follow Mr." Fusu handed a piece of paper to Zifang, and continued: "And you are not honest with Qin, but the descendants of a generation of rich Korean families pretended to be from a poor family and entered He entered the research institute, plotted with Xiang Yan to assassinate the first emperor, and personally designed Bo Langsha's assassination, although he failed, he won countless reputations by assassinating Yan Ce."

Fusu looked up at the gray sky.

"I do not believe you."

"..."

Zifang took a step to the left, avoiding Chujun's umbrella, and soaked in the rain.

For a moment, the wet hair stuck to the back like ink.

She replied: "Your Highness, each other."

After a short period of surprise and thought, Fusu did not insist, and his stubborn personality was exactly the same as that of his husband. He also belonged to the idealist school whose will was greater than reality, and his thinking was closer to the ancient Jixia Academy where "when you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening".

There is a cute girl reflected in the pupils, compared to the glamor of the passers-by on the road, the thin clothes on the inside are faded and white, if it is not covered by the uniform uniform of the outer layer of the academy students, it may be mistaken for decent downcast refugees.

Only the eyes didn't have the slightest dullness.

... a noble son from a poor family.

Fusu was not dissatisfied with Zifang's indifferent attitude, but only sighed with a smile.

On the spacious road, Ovary was drenched in the rain and Fusu walked unhurriedly to the most remote room of the palace. When they reached the door, the girl's uniform was already soaked.

Fusu held up the umbrella, "Do you trust him?"

"no doubt."

The girl's firm voice sounded beside her ears.

"I believe in the lord. He can change the era, no, he is changing the era. He didn't try to eliminate hatred, he just did what he wanted to do. Unknowingly, countless people have followed him." Zifang said: "Being different The common people and nobles of different countries... reluctantly agreed with Qin, and wanted to witness Yan Ce's death in regret, or to see an epic that surpassed his predecessors, some people are the former, and I am the latter."

"Young master Fusu, what are you worrying about?"

Zifang looked at the young prince in puzzlement.

"……Have it?"

The prince girl showed a quiet and gentle smile, turned around, and drifted away.

Zifang, who calmed down from a short period of deep thought, frowned, asked the passing female officer, walked to the door of a palace, folded her hands, and took a breath of air-conditioning.

It's cool to be able to show off for a while, and it's always cool to be able to show off.

The feeling of the clothes sticking to the skin after the rain was indescribably sad, the thin clothes covered with wrinkles under the neck gradually became transparent, and the color of the skin was faintly visible.

Thinking of whether the lord, who still needs her assistance, would mess around during this time, Zifang couldn't help showing a headache.

Knock on the door.

Then, there was a rush of noise from inside.

"..."

She didn't speak, and waited quietly for the news that the work inside was over.

Suddenly, he felt that Mr. Fusu's uneasiness was actually a little bit reasonable, and the impulse to turn against him reverberating in his heart must be an illusion.

The prince is going to stud, and you are still fooling around with other women. The future of Daqin must be a multiplayer sport. Does the lord just want to be a weapon that only knows happiness?Isn't the feeling of giving up on yourself and not working hard already corrupting your soul?

The door opened, and it was Yan Ce who opened the door.

The courtyard is exquisite, and the inside is a simple and beautiful study room. Letters and books are piled up in the central desk. Behind the desk, Miss Lingshi sits on her knees and writes with a pen. Her skin is like snow, exuding air-conditioning, and her long hair flows down smoothly. .

Seeing the ovary who came back from the rain, Yan Ce immediately pulled her into the study under the conscious or unintentional gaze of the female officials.

The female officials who "passed by" looked at each other in blank dismay.