Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

When the sword rises, the cold light is like autumn water.

In the light and darkness, the blade cut down and disappeared in an instant.

There is no more emotion between the pupils,

It's like a dream, it's almost like a dream.

A lonely figure, with a bit of indescribable loneliness.

In an instant, the blade returned to its sheath.

The bronze mirror on the side reflected the figure outside the door, the sun was too bright to see clearly, but Fusu was weak and sick, and would never set foot in the Qin Jiange, and the rest of the servants would not dare to watch the king dance sword.

Will there be anyone else who can be outside the door?

The woman closed her eyes and vaguely remembered the last time the child pressed her lips excessively on the side of her face, leaving that hot temperature... I really don't know how to teach, maybe she is not suitable for the job of teaching at all.

Ying Zheng faded away from that emotion, and it happened that she also had something to ask Yan Ce, so the woman turned around and hooked her fingers at the young man who was standing in the Jiange.

"Come in."

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There are few sword pavilions that are stepped outside, and the windows are opened around the quaint hall, and the sunlight is quietly shining.

All kinds of exquisite weapons are piled up in the corners, and the sound of metal and iron clanging erupts from the open space reserved in the center.

"improve rapidly."

Holding Tai Ah's sword hilt with her white and slender fingers, she shook off the young man's decisive blow with one hand, she said so, her expression did not show any color of admiration.

In the past few months, I don't know how many times he has practiced swordsmanship.

It is still an invincible state of terror if the water is released after the water is released.

And I don't know how much strength she has used.

Yan Ce got rid of the stiffness and took two steps back, holding the sword in his left hand, with the tip of the sword resting on the floor, adjusting his breathing and attack rhythm, his eyes thoughtful.

The young man who was suddenly caught in the sparring training didn't even have time to change the dress on his body. The cumbersome dark dress cut the sword marks, his right hand was already numb from the shock, his muscles were trembling slightly, and his eyes did not dare to slack off, looking at the sword pointing at him. My own Yingzheng.

"I lost."

After a long silence, the young man let go of the long sword he was holding, bent down to pick it up again with difficulty, and sighed.

"I lost again." He added, "This is the ninth time, or the tenth time. Every time I thought it was only a little bit close, and I lost every time."

"...You are not good at learning."

Ying Zheng raised his brows and explained: "The widow's swordsmanship is not complicated. It is an upright swordsmanship of the royal family. It is the kingly way to resolve all intrigues with absolute domineering, and to make up for it with wisdom when strength is insufficient."

"Your swordsmanship does look a bit like mine, but you are neither domineering nor domineering. You have complicated thoughts, and your impulsive emotions will be led by the nose by your opponent." She paused and said calmly, "Excuse me, step by step How can you win if you follow your opponent's expectations every step of the way?"

Her black waist-length hair fluttered slightly, and her eyes were clear and piercing. Under the simple dress of Hufu and boots, she turned around and put Tai Ah back into the sheath.

Ying Zheng stared at the boundless sky, as the wind passed by, the clouds gathered and dispersed.

She wiped off her sweat, clicked to stop, cut to the key topic, and said lightly: "Your past is wonderful beyond everyone's expectations."

Yan Ce's expression was calm, with a tinge of depression in his calm, "...actually, it was beyond my expectation. That princess...is really a bad person, and I don't intend to shirk responsibility for it."

"is it?"

Yingzheng's expression was indifferent, without the warmth of the elders in the past, "Whether the truth is true or not, the fact that is shaking the court can no longer be changed. How are you going to explain Fusu, or just follow the trend?"

Yan Ce was stunned, and in the next moment, the vision of the gentle Fusu crushing him alive with a rolling pin and then serving wine with old Shanxi vinegar appeared in his eyes. Although it was just an exaggeration, it was not impossible.

"This... I want to go back to the country of Yan and finish all this with my own hands."

"Is it another way to escape?" Ying Zheng continued in a flat tone, and said, "Let the widow explain to Fusu. That child is indeed well-behaved and obedient, but as the crown prince of Qin, she is also stubborn. , but also has the responsibility of being a prince, although this responsibility is a bit ridiculous."

"Sometimes escaping is not a shame, even if you are in your current situation, you will not think of a way to get the best of both worlds for a moment. Of course, the widow is not letting you escape the sin of the past forever, no matter how much you hate Yan now. Everyone has to stay calm."

The king's words seemed to carry a strange magic power, which made him wish to think of all ways to hang up and hack to death. The annoyance of King Yan's family gradually subsided.

There is a bottomless pool hidden in the golden pupils, cold, high-minded, indifferent... Listening quietly, the immature young heart gradually moved closer to the mature direction, he believed that the charm and majesty were equally astonishing The king will soothe the hot body of the young man.

"The widow allows the young master to plan to return to Yan."

"Thank you for your trust," Yan Ce plucked up his courage, lowered his head, and whispered the special address, "Zheng... sister..."

Wang, it really is the best.

Before the next moment when the king spoke, the boy really thought so.

"Before we leave, let me ask you, how many times have you met in the past?"

"..." Yan Ce didn't react for a while, leaning on the sword and almost lost his strength and fell, "Wh... how many times have you touched?"

"you know what I mean."

Ying Zheng frowned, closed the window to block out the harsh sunlight, raised her right hand and rubbed her sore temple.

"For example, when you served as an assassin in the country of Yan, during the time you left the country of Yan, especially before you went to Qin as an envoy, did you meet anyone you shouldn't have?"

It shouldn't be touched... The ghost knows who Shaoyun Ling touched, and he doesn't have all the memories of the past. Now all kinds of pots are falling on his head. Anyway, Ying Zheng knows that he is an assassin. Thirty to forty percent of the resumes were collected and put on her case, but both of them tacitly avoided the topic of identity.

Who knew that the queen's background was so...unique, and once she contacted a certain famous chief assassin of the Assassin Alliance, it was almost impossible to burn the young man even more.