Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"……Ugh."

The emperor didn't know how many times she sighed today, and Fusu said that this gathering was her lifelong wish.

But is the crown prince's lifetime wish too frequent?

Since putting her together, every day has been such a tearful speech, and Ying Zheng can recite it after listening to it over and over again.

"Could it be, mother, are you shy?"

"Shy?" Shi Huang's wry smile became more intense, "I almost forgot what it felt like. I'm just curious about why your changes far exceeded my expectations."

Fusu didn't explain, just smiled slightly, and looked at the black and red robe with slightly expectant eyes.

In this country, no one can restrain the first emperor, and no one can try to break through the fully armed Guoshang and the defense of the imperial guards to make the woman in front of him succumb. Being able to obey Fusu's wish is mostly due to a kind of indebtedness. The final compensatory psychology, innocuous desires can be satisfied as long as they can be satisfied, and of course Fusu will not be involved in the principled issues that rise to the national level.

For a long time, there was only the slight sound of changing clothes.

at the same time.

Han Fei, who was invited, sat on his seat in white and poured a glass of wine by himself, picked it up and took a sip. When he saw Yan Ce and Shangguan, his expression became a little dignified.

"Sir, you are here too."

"I don't want to come." Han Fei looked uncomfortable.

Yan Ce: "..."

Teachers and students of ordinary people meet happily and happily, pushing cups and changing glasses. When he met his teacher, it was like "Xi'er met Huang Shiren", "Meng Jiangnu met the Great Wall of Stainless Steel", "the agent who was just about to do something saw the following An orange-haired Guda who doesn’t need money for a crown.”

Yan Ce said, "Sir, how have you been recently?"

"I heard from Fusu that Miaomiao won't be born until a year later, so I don't feel very lonely."

"..."

"Just kidding, no matter what—"

Han Fei smiled faintly, and then seeing Shangguan and Yan Ce's silence, his smile froze for a moment.

"This...isn't it funny?"

Shangguan said coldly: "Mr. Fei, this is not funny."

Yan Ce stroked his forehead, trying to adjust the awkward atmosphere between Han Fei and Shangguan.

Opposite him, the blocked front door was pushed open.

From the first sentence of the chat, Yan Ce silently counted the time, and now he stared at the scene at the door with a look of surprise.

This is... the emperor?

"They were all summoned by Fusu, so there is no need to restrain yourself."

After another long silence, Emperor Shihuang spoke, but did not explain any doubts, but said lightly:

"Today is a state secret, and anyone who dares to leak it will be dealt with by the state law."

Yan Ce was in a daze after seeing the emperor in black wedding attire, she was definitely the most oppressive bride he had ever seen.

Han Fei stood up and discussed with Fusu in a low voice, while Shangguan saluted the emperor, maintaining a meticulous iceberg posture.

"..."

"..."

The maids lowered their heads and involved as few "state secrets" as possible. After retirement, they can boast that they were also top-secret people.

"Your Majesty, have you thought it over?" Han Fei asked, "With your dress, the country may be in turmoil."

"Think about it, don't announce it to the world for the time being, not to mention I can't leave for the time being. The Shangguan can restrain Yan Ce for a while, so as to prevent him from crossing the boundary and doing earth-shattering things."

"His Majesty……"

Shangguan bowed, and the color in his eyes flickered. After all, it is very troublesome to take care of a beast.

……

……

The passage of time has caused the memory to break into fragments. At this moment, with the memory, the blurred fragments are reassembled into complete fragments.

Han Fei, who lived a hard life, gradually learned various expressions, the gap between the emperor and the prince gradually faded, and the superior who always pointed at him was no longer unkind.

It took Yan Ce a long time to recover.

Has it been so long?

He also has memorable memories.

"Come here, stand here." Fusu said, and then pointed to the position beside Yingzheng.

"Is it a family portrait?"

Fusu smiled and said: "Well, hurry up, the painter has been ready for a long time."

"Stupid." Shangguan pursed his lips slightly.

Han Fei despaired, "This kid...has he really learned etiquette?"