Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The endless confusion instantly drowned her thinking. When it comes to knowledge, she is no match for Mr. Fei. When it comes to swordsmanship, this weak body can't even raise a sword to meet him. When it comes to appearance, Mr. Fei is cold and aloof. The temperament is matched with the many tall and straight chests of Fusu University, and it will definitely be one of the boys' favorite toys.

Although last night was just an illusory nightmare, the girl has woken up from the nightmare now.

But this dream...

Will it become reality?

This question suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

If it becomes a reality, scenes of peach-red scenery full of yellow storm coefficients...

The girl allowed Yan Ce to pull her, her legs clenched and rubbed inadvertently, her cheeks were full of seductive flushes, her breathing rate became more and more rapid, like... a shy person with too much fear.

For a moment, the boy who held Fu Su's little hand looked at the girl suspiciously, Fu Su's expression was very wrong, and his face was red with anger.

Yan Ce coughed lightly and said calmly, "Fu Su, although it may be a bit late to say this at this time, happy coming of age ceremony."

Stepping on the gravel road leading to the school, Fusu immediately broke free from the delusion that he had gradually begun to accept when he heard the boy's voice, a shy mist of water was covering his eyes, and his chest was not big enough to rise and fall with the rapid breathing.

The girl panicked like a young animal, grabbing Yan Ce's hand nervously, her fingernails almost stabbing into the back of the opponent's hand.

"Mr. Fei and Ce... children... do, no, I didn't think so."

Fusu lowered his head, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and smiled: "Is it a coming-of-age ceremony? Well... well, thank you."

The end note raised a note eerily.

This polite response sounded a bit like an exclamation due to a physiological reaction.

Are you thinking about that too?Suddenly he found that the girl's thoughts were not in harmony with him.

He said, "You also know about Mr. Fei."

"……what?"

Fusu froze for a moment, slowly raised his head, and opened his mouth slightly.

Yan Ce frowned, looked at Fusu's surprised expression, and observed whether there was anyone else on the Wangting Boulevard.

For a moment, he hesitated for a while, and when Yan Ce's eyes were so pure and gentle that there was almost no impurities, he was ready to continue speaking.

"I read the news of the civil unrest in Han court from the military newspaper of King Qin's case last night."

Yan Ce said with a heavy expression, "I don't know if King Qin intended to tell me the news. Does this mean that Mr. Fei is involved?"

"...Oh, that's it."

Fusu breathed a sigh of relief, his nervous heartbeat gradually returned to normal, the tide/redness on his cheeks gradually dissipated, and the warm smile still hung on the corners of his lips. The difference from before is that the current girl adds a bit of calmness that matches the prince.

"When Mr. Fei was forced to enter Qin, some people said that the king of Han had secretly talked with Mr. Fei to let Mr. Fei delay the pace of Qin's destruction of the country, but Mr. Fei answered or not, there are different rumors, and the mother always only appointed Mr. Fei as a staff member. , I think it has this consideration in it."

"—This should be to protect Mr. Fei."

This is one of the questions that Fusu has thought about.

Mr. Fei has been teaching behind the scenes for too long, but it does not mean that Han Fei has completely faded out of King Qin’s field of vision. The mother should respect Mr. Fei. There is also a hint of caution.

Mr. Fei is a nobleman in Korea. Although King Han has no knowledge to abandon Han Fei, he may even have the idea of ​​​​using waste and draining its final value.But she still has a trace of nostalgia for her motherland.

Fusu still remembered that on the eve of the extermination of Han, staring at the distant Shuangtianshuiying, Mr. Fei sighed deeply, and wrote one of the few words of advice. .

Of course, this advice was thrown away by the mother.

Mr. Fei's memory of his homeland, Fusu thought, must also be there.

But it finally faded.

Fusu rubbed the corners of her skirt. She respected Mr. Fei, second only to her mother.

Compared with her mother, Mr. Fei and Fusu have been together for a longer time. The girl really does not want Mr. Fei to live a lonely life, and she does not want her to be the victim of South Korea's death-defying counterattack.

If it will really implicate Mr. Fei, then let Mr. Fei get along with the son-in-law that the King of Qin expects, so that Mr. Fei can be protected.

There is no physical rejection, but the horrible time spent by the three of them cannot be accepted.

And when she mentioned this matter in front of her, Yan Ce's meaning should be like this.

It's really you, why is it you, sir.

Fu Su's appearance became a little bit wrong.

"Ce, do you like Mr. Fei's?"

Facing the girl's sudden and gentle inquiry, Yan Ce was stunned for a moment, and then turned his attention to the deserted schoolhouse.

"Yeah, I still like it."

Although Mr. Lectures were boring, and he would say inexplicable things from time to time, the heat of the soul radiating from the cold shell always reminded him of the best days of the college.

Holding the stiff-footed girl with her left hand, she strolled along the green tree-lined road. The girls and boys walking in the royal court calmly accepted the salutes of the passing maids.

"At least, I said that I want everyone to have a happy ending. After all, I have to work hard, or how can I help you."

Otherwise, there is really no way to pull into a near-constant distance.

Yan Ce broke off a branch of the small tree with his right hand and held it with the sword.

In an instant, twigs passed over the girl's head.