Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Meng De's usurping the country has nothing to do with me, Yan Ce."

Yan Ce's voice was not guilty at all, and the voice did not exceed the expectations of the first emperor, and there was no sense of disobedience for him to arrange things that ordinary people could not do. .Thunderstorms in winter, rain and snow in summer. When the heaven and the earth unite, you dare to break with the king. Are you familiar with this poem?"

"..."

Yan Ce has no way to deny that this love poem has already appeared in the school's graduation examination textbooks. In a way, it is indeed because of him that it appeared, but Yan Ce has never had the idea of ​​coveting the sky. Whether you want to confess your love or make your wedding vows, there is no problem.

...Why bring up the old things again, isn't this episode already over?

"Master Yan has not entered the king's court to pay a visit to me for a long time, and said that there is a roll of silk scrolls that Shangguan took out. Coincidentally, there is a love poem called Shangxie on it. What's more coincident is that the handwriting of the silk script is very similar to yours, and ordinary people can't imitate it. You are used to writing, so can I judge that it was you and Shangguan who performed the feat of surpassing during that period?"

"Mr. Yan hurt me..."

Yan Ce was dressed in black and white, and slammed the ink bucket on his forehead without even giving him a chance to speak. It turned out that the Shangguan said that he remembered the silk that he brought back. Is there any special relationship between an indifferent big cat... Ah, it seems to be able to explain.

Due to the age, Yan Ce's memories seemed faded and blurred for a while. After countless subtle misunderstandings, he finally reached a strategic cooperation with this big cat. It was at that time that his relationship seemed to heat up and ferment.

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Ying Zheng raised his finger and tapped his forehead, looking at him helplessly: "It's clearly loyal to me, why is it that Mr. Yan is harming you, please reflect on me during the confinement."

"..."

Looking at the distant figure of the emperor, Yan Ce looked melancholy at the sky for a long time. The wedding and house arrest, as well as the twisted relationship, these days might as well be happy working overtime in the research institute 996.

The road construction plan in Xianyang City has been fully completed, and the road from Xianyang City to Hangu has been handed over to different construction teams to expand their enrollment separately, and the road construction commutation bill for reform-through-labour offenders has been adopted to complete the road in two ways. Without accidents, the basic work can be completed by the end of the month The ones outside Hangu... are not that advanced yet, and can only be honed with time.

What's even more gratifying is that the first batch of aristocratic intellectuals in the institute have already graduated from elementary school, and started their desperate plan to further their knowledge in junior high school.

From the transcripts, Yan Ce discovered that the IQs of these boys and girls of aristocratic blood all seemed to have grown from taking smart drugs, and none of them were fools.

This once again proves Mr. Niu's fourth law.

After the three views are broken and reshaped, a human form that can be filled with knowledge at will can be created.

...the awesome type who can't live without knowledge.

The changes every day are unknown, and the promoter does not mean that he must be the maker. There are too many heroes who are better than himself. As the sage said, "If you can do it, you can do it yourself, if you can't, you can lie down and be taken." , the decentralization of power checks and balances is expected to not gradually deteriorate in the future.

In this era, there is no enemy that can compare to the empire, but we must focus on the future, who knows if there will be another monster or monster jumping out one day.

For the future of Daqin, he hopes to have an in-depth exchange on the topic of love with the emperor.

Rubbing his messy hair, Yan Ce heard the sound of pushing the door behind him, and his jumping thinking stopped. In the blink of an eye, he saw the indifferent Shangguan holding the doorknob. Ice-like coldness.

"You had a good time in His Majesty's arms?" she said calmly.

"It's okay." Yan Ce blinked, recognized that it was indeed Shangguan himself, and asked curiously: "Why did you become in a worse mood than me, tell me to make me happy. Also, I trust you so much , You actually poisoned me while I was not paying attention."

As if she was in her own room, she was sitting on the only chair in the study, with her legs crossed, her right leg lightly pressed on top of her left leg, and she slightly opened the bottom corner between her legs, Then he looked at the indifferent Yan Ce with cold eyes like a superior.

"I went to Mr. Fei just now and asked her what she thinks."

"I said, is the drug administration just skipped?"

"The wedding is early next month, now it's your thoughts."

"Listen to me..."

"..."

After being ignored over and over again, Yan Ce finally gave up the idea of ​​making up for it, saying: "I figured it out, get married if you get married, it's nothing, maybe you can sublimate the bond between me and Your Majesty through the 'mother-son' relationship."

Speaking of the extremely perfunctory answer, Shangguan raised his eyebrows, obviously not satisfied, he stretched out his hand and pulled the boy's collar, the body was only close to the last gap, and Yan Ce, who lost his balance, was forced to grab her thigh Holding up his upper body, he forgot to control the strength of his fingers for a moment, and accidentally left reddish scratches on his thighs.

The moment he raised his head, the distance between his lips was only one knuckle.

The breeze swayed into the window sill, ruffled the curtains, and gradually calmed down, and then time seemed to stop suddenly, only the eyelashes above the indifferent pupils flickered slightly.

After a while, she said:

"I disagree."

Chapter 650 Seventh Temperature in Midsummer

Yan Ce's expression was obviously subtle for a moment, and the thoughts hidden in his head were messing together like a rampage.

"If I hear you right, you mean you disagree?"

This is a standard interrogative sentence, but it contains infinite confusion. It seems that this is the first time he expresses his thoughts, at least in front of him.

"Is your ear broken? What's the problem?"

She responded, but the strength of grabbing Yan Ce's collar did not ease in the slightest. Her black eyes were as deep as ripples in a deep pool, her posture was unexpectedly tough, and her body was tightly pressed together, as if it was just to let the boy hear clearly. Son.

"The reason."

The proud bodies leaned close together, showing a bit of ambiguity. Yan Ce let go of the hand holding her leg, and stared into those eyes. , but her white fingertips were trembling slightly in sight, and her mood seemed not as indifferent as her indifferent appearance.

Was the relationship enforced by that love letter?

Therefore, the current situation is that Shangguan, who has always been firm in the Shihuang Party, chose a different option from His Majesty the Emperor, which was absolutely impossible in the past.

The room was getting hotter.

Some can't breathe.

"According to your usual temperament, there is at least a high-sounding reason for objecting, at least passable."

"..."