Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

If the uprising is confirmed, the main meeting place of the first emperor's early court tomorrow can be set in the prison on death row. Ninety percent of the time is to kill the whole family, and the last is to be exiled. The entire political system can be disbanded.

The terrible nightmare of "hand in hand on the road to the Yellow Springs, and Yan Ce's friends in the next life" tormented the soul of every nobleman. No one had the strength to fall asleep, let alone the courage to report directly to Emperor Shi Huang.

For the time being, we can see Yan Ce's decisive killing.

Just as she thought, Yan Ce was playing with a group of young talents. It seemed that the time was about the same. Mohist scribes from the research institute, the self-explosive team had assembled at the door. Miss Shangguan went straight through the crowd, shook the door handle, and did not turn it. Moved, the pretty brows frowned.

"Your Highness, we are accomplices now, why don't you take us with you?"

The voice of the girl full of admiration sounded in the venue, without the slightest panic as a captive, as if playing house with idols.

"You obviously didn't take me seriously."

"Your Highness, before you asked my father to marry me, I—"

Suddenly, the doorknob was broken, Su hand pushed the door open.

Shangguan glanced at "Teacher Yan's class has started." In the corner was a group of lovely noble girls. The silent Poppy held a book and looked up at her, then gradually lowered her eyes and turned the pages of the book.

"Have you played enough? The whole Xianyang is playing with you."

She said.

"Except for the general, all the senior officials went to His Royal Highness Fusu to intercede for you. It is really a familiar scene. The last one was Shang Yang. I don't need to describe his fate."

"You care about me."

Soul teacher Yan Ce stopped the lesson of teaching these little fairies and looked at the young and beautiful face.

"Ok?"

She made a soft and thin single voice from her nasal cavity, as if rebutting, the soles of her shoes stepped on the carpet at the door, and the tip of her nose twitched slightly, as if smelling the faint smell of alcohol in the air, her instinctive aversion to alcohol, Miss Shangguan didn't intend to give the boy any good looks.

But Yan Ce didn't seem to drink alcohol.

This made her frown slightly relieved. Looking around, she had seen many noble ladies, and many of them were recommended by the family to enter the royal court. The number of iron-related accounts.

"Come out for a while." Miss Shangguan said calmly, "I need to find you."

"Let's talk about it here, none of them are outsiders."

"..."

Yan Ce's words instantly reaped the favorability of the noble girls in Xianyang. There is nothing more encouraging than the recognition of this talented young man. On the other hand, Miss Shangguan's favorability dropped rapidly. At the bottom of the valley, the indifference seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"get out."

"Cough-cough-"

"I didn't hear clearly, I can repeat it to you."

Yan Ce conveniently hooked her hand up and pulled it out.

Looking around the corner from the corner of the eye, little classmate Gongsun's disillusioned eyes showed a touch of sadness, as if being worn by a "good brother" for a long time, and watched the dragged Shangguan and the boy walk into the deserted forest road.

His eyes were cold, but he didn't refuse.

Gongsun's youth is over...

"You're angry?"

"No."

The woman walked in front of him, her open-toed sandals accidentally bumped into a stone and twisted, she raised her toes and knocked slightly, her face was as cold as a glacier.

"If you say that I delayed your Yanyan plan, please allow me to apologize to you, Mr. Yan."

Yan Ce felt a chill down his spine, "Can you not use your honorific title? It's too weird."

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Facing the summer night's north wind, the woman looked directly at Yan Ce, her long black hair raised back.

"Do we need honorific titles?"

Yan Ce resolutely chose an advanced sentence pattern of rhetorical question and negative, but what he got in exchange was a long silence.

"……nausea."

"Even if you say that... I don't think there is any need for mutual respect, it's awkward."

"A short song has spread throughout the streets and alleys in a few hours, and everyone has praised it. You want the world to know the essence of a hero, but you don't know who you want to return to?"

Shangguan frowned in displeasure, his eyes were narrowed into a line, projecting the anger that the plan was disrupted.

"What Meng De wrote has anything to do with me, Yan Ce." Yan Ce said righteously.

"OK, bye."

She turned around and left, and then her wrist was held by the young man, ten fingers were clasped tightly, and what was even more exaggerated was pinched in the palm of her hand. The woman looked down and saw that he shook it twice, but did not shake it off.

The blizzard-like terrifying eyes pierced Yan Ce's face, his white and tender skin was pinched pink, and the disgust on his cheeks grew visible to the naked eye, as if he was looking at a large-scale non-recyclable garbage.

"Please let go, lewd/beast, it's obviously contempt but it has no effect on you at all. The habit you have developed is strange enough."

"Seriously, you only say hurtful things like this every time you're shy, so now you—"

Shangguan raised his eyebrows, stepped on Yan Ce's instep, and crushed it hard, his jade-like toes raised and pressed down, inflicting as much pain on the young man as possible without causing harm.