Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Hearing the word "catalogue", one can think that it is definitely a hundred times more terrifying than Miss Lingshi's outline.

Yan Ce suddenly dreamed of going back to his third year of high school, wanting to cry but no tears.

Outside the hall at this moment.

The high-heeled shoes stepped on the stone slab outside the hall, and Miss Lingshi walked by, her long hair was raised in the night, and the female officer under her was reporting the recent situation as she walked.

"My lord, just after the assessment, Lord Shang Ji was arrested by the annoyed female officials and prepared to sacrifice to heaven. Would you like to deal with it first?"

Miss Lingshi stopped in Qin Palace, brushed her hair, and said indifferently: "If she can't handle the problems of her subordinates by herself, she can make room for someone better, understand?"

"clear."

The female officer's eyes lit up, Shang Ji was dead, and a new official was appointed, so she immediately bowed and resigned.

Then, Miss Lingshi seemed to hear a familiar voice, stepped through the empty main hall, and immediately looked away when she saw the intimate scene between the young man and His Majesty.

The body is leaning against the outer wall of the bedroom.

There was no fluctuation in the calm pupils, a volume of letters to be processed was placed on the desk in the main hall, and he left quietly.

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Its daybreak.

The empty and lonely Xianyang Palace resumed its operation again, and the news that Young Master Ce spent the night in the palace was well blocked. No one wanted to talk about taboo topics under the eyes of His Majesty, but with a little association, anyone would naturally imagine Xiao Huang/ In the taboo scene of the film, most of the maids in the royal court in the center of the imperial capital are resting day and night. How could there be entertainment in Xianyang Palace, so the fantasy surged in depression.

And this is undoubtedly a signal of the world's counterattack against Xiao Huangwen's prejudice. Of course, this group of old Sijis also praised the new form of drama where the beautiful teenagers face each other, and the winner takes the attack.The girls who are the descendants of nobles all have rough and tough backgrounds. As long as they don't act to death, there is a high probability that they will not go to prison, which makes Shang Ji, who is caught in the scheming bitch, even more sad.

She sleeps later than the "chicken" and wakes up earlier than the chicken every day. From time to time, she is dragged by this group of gilded female officials to discuss the social security issue of Mr. Yan's dilemma. Relying on Shang Ji's deep blessing in this field, After all, there is no force to ascend.

In fact, Shang Ji can understand Young Master Ce. After all, he is still an underage boy. He is full of energy in adolescence and has few outlets. This period of prosperity is very long. As an elder, His Majesty will help you solve the boy's troubles. It is reasonable and reasonable, and there is no such thing as "simplistic explanation".A boy's puberty is no more than fifty years at most, and it passes as soon as his eyes are closed and opened. Shang Ji is particularly willing to believe that Master Yan can achieve the epic achievement of a home run without the knowledge of His Highness Fusu.

Under such unconditional trust, Shang Ji wisely chose to avoid Qin Palace, not to have any form of contact with Yan Ce and the emperor, and chose the cleanest medical building as the workplace, of course, there was also Miss Lingshi's reason. .After announcing Mr. Lingshi's pre-clearance list, those lovely little sisters felt like eating Shang Ji raw without dipping sauce.

But what I didn't expect was that Young Master Ce, who had spent the night with His Majesty, was lying on the hospital bed reading a book.

Shang Ji: "..."

Your Highness Ce, please pity me, Shang Ji. Eight generations have no rich relatives, and the last nine generations have worked for nobles. They don’t even have a car and a house. Parents are both busy. If the flowers are divided into eight petals, His Highness can't sleep with His Majesty honestly, do you have to move?Every time I see you, if you have money, you will lose money, if you have no money, you will lose your body...

The wailing in her heart was so sublime that she didn't express it on her face that kept a humble smile all the time. She hooked the handle and was about to close the room without any unnecessary movements, just like the cleaning merchant Ji opened the wrong door.

"Shang Ji?"

"...Your Highness, do you need anything?"

Shang Ji forcibly raised a "joyful" smile that was close to ninety degrees, especially when she saw the book His Highness was reading, with neat handwriting, familiarity with fried chicken, and 100% familiarity with words and sentences.

Well, she was sitting on her by her best friend, rubbing her back and forth, and if she didn't have the conditions to commit the crime, she would have to take turns to see her through the horrible situation, forcing Shang Ji to write one of the shameful dirty things series One volume.

Unexpectedly, her scale is so large that she needs to code every word, and she briefly describes the professional theory of subjective initiative and high allocation of non-recyclable resources on Qiuming Mountain.

Fuck, Fuck, Your Highness, you are such a pure blue boy... Which volume is this, Miss Lingshi volume, Fusu volume, or obscenity/obscenity... The very cryptic Shihuang chapter, don't read it again, To kill it!

Seeing Yan Ce call her to stop, Shang Ji fell into hesitation, cold sweat dripped down, and her smile became stiffer, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Yan Ce blinked, closed the slips, and was still thinking. A bunch of legal slips in name were sent to the medical building for special reading. Among the countless boring words, these little things looked the most unique. As a result, Seems like it's still a series.

On the other hand, the tall Shang Ji's waist was almost bent, and she wanted to observe the lower body of the young man in the quilt with both eyes, and identify which roll it was from the excitement of her body. The white bedding on the upper bed was thick enough that it was not even possible to tell whether it was loaded or not.

"Mr. Fei, is she awake?"

Yan Ce asked.

"Mr. Fei and Prime Minister Wang's wards are in the first and second wards of the corridor respectively. Does Your Highness need me to notify those two adults in advance?"

"..." It took Yan Ce a long time to reply, "Ask casually, I don't need it for the time being. Is she...is she in the medical building now?"

"Your Majesty, she has just returned to the medical building and is resting in the next room. Yesterday was the review of the files of the royal court ladies. Your Excellency, she has been reviewing the list of female officials in the royal court until midnight, and ruled out those who have ulterior motives. Therefore, If His Highness Ce wants to find Mr. Lingshi, you may have to wait a little while." With a hint of uneasiness, Shang Ji said in a business-like manner.

"No, just talk about it."

Miss Lingshi got off the bed, stepped on a pair of open-toed high-heeled shoes, touched the heels with her fingers, lifted them slightly, and pushed open the door of Yan Ce's room.

Wearing a light blue tight coat, her slender calves were exposed to the air, and her long black hair, which had been tied up all the time, was completely let down and draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, adding a sense of oppression to the extreme indifference.

Although she didn't know Yan Ce's purpose, Miss Lingshi could hear Shang Ji's voice from the next door. The medical building was an old-fashioned building waiting to be refurbished, a product of more than half a century ago, and the sound insulation of the wards was poor.

"……a little bit."

It is rare for Yan Ce to speak with hesitation.

"a little?"

Seeing the boy's strange reaction, Miss Ling Shi frowned, while Shang Ji quietly left for refuge with great insight.

The woman closed the door, showing a slightly puzzled expression, and walked to the side of the bed, while Yan Ce's eyes stayed on her exposed skin for a moment, with a curious gaze, acting a little... sorry?

She asked indifferently: "Do you have any special preference for being stepped on, or did you not rub enough on His Majesty's chest yesterday, and now you will have dirty sexual fantasies about any woman?"

"Of course not."

Yan Ce tried hard to defend, but his eyes skipped her snow-white neck intentionally or unintentionally, and turned his head away, "Look for yourself."

"..."

She picked up a scroll, which seemed to be the Law of the Golden Valley, and scanned the ten lines at a glance. These laws were all memorized by her, and the reading speed was amazing.