Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After standing there for a while, Yan Ce bowed seriously to the closed gate.

"...Good night, no matter what, my promise will always take effect."

Yu Yin fell, turned and left quietly.

"..."

And the girl leaned behind the door, her soft gaze gradually faded away as he disappeared into the end of her vision.

"He has always taken care of everyone's mood." Han Fei said to himself as he cleaned up the burnt tortoise shell.

"Ok, I know."

"He's very tired." Han Fei raised his eyes and said.

"……Um."

Fu Su paused, and then said: "Mother wants a powerful minister who is number one in the world, and the people at the bottom want a spokesman for reshaping justice, and I just want him to live a less difficult life. "

Feeling the warm atmosphere of the school house, the prince's girl took on a slightly complicated expression.

"So, at least, set aside a quiet sanctuary."

"..."

Han Fei didn't understand why the girl had to plan ahead so much that locking her fiancé into a small dark room was on the agenda.

"Sir." Fu Su held the back of his left hand, his eyebrows were full of dignity, and asked: "If, I mean, if, one day, Ah Ce brings a strange child home, what should I... ?”

The depression in the voice did not hide it.

"What! Whose?!!"

Han Fei was so shocked that the tortoise shell fell to the ground, and the burnt tortoise shell rolled a few times and hid under the desk.

Inadvertently becoming a grandma, the Legalist Daxian's mind went blank for a while, at what age should children start learning, it is best to inherit her academics, His Majesty's appearance, and Yan Ce's cunning... Enlightenment must be done by her Come, or the other maesters will teach the children badly.

No, is this issue being considered now? It should be said that his child will not be your sister according to seniority!Therefore, Mr. himself is both the grandma and godmother of Yan Ce's child.

omg...

This generational issue is ten times more chaotic than the genealogy of other countries.

Fusu glanced at Mr.: "Sir, I mean what if."

"Oh, what if."

Han Fei was almost torn apart by the storm in his brain, and it took him a while to recover the calm demeanor that a sage should have. He was puzzled and asked, "Why do you have to ask this?"

Yan Ce has inherited the ideas of the Legalists for several generations, but he needs more time to digest them. Sooner or later, the theories of the Legalists will shine brighter in his hands. It is impossible to secretly have a child with someone else and bring it back without fear of death.

In Fusu's assumption, Yan Ce wasn't persecuted to death at all, he just lost his mind and prepared to die.

Having said that, the premise of the assumption does not hold.

Looking back on his life, Han Fei has never experienced a magnificent love, and he can't perceive the green and green healthy grassland scenery, but the sage's toothache panicked when he sketched the terrifying picture of Xi being a mother.

It's just a matter of making a case and being reasonable, how should Han Fei answer.She, Han Fei, is a top celebrity in Kyushu, the chief of Lanling Academy, and the last great sage in Jixia Academy who is qualified to be revered as a saint.

Do you guys dare to ask some questions that are related to your major? Wow, whether it's about posing or giving birth, the hypothetical scenario is beyond the horizon.

"If it is assumed... there is nothing wrong with children."

Han Fei said with difficulty.

Fusu stretched out his light-white fingers and twirled his hair, his complexion became more and more strange, it couldn't be called awkward.

"Children... are not wrong."

The soft whisper was only heard by herself, and the girl bit her lips.

"So, is that what I think?"

Chapter five hundred and fiftieth against each other

Under the distant sky, is there a place he wants to go back to...

Yan Ce lay on the bed, opened his eyes, squinted and looked ahead, unable to see anything.

After a long period of silence, the temperature of the complicated thoughts dropped, and the silence made the air a little cold, and gradually fell asleep until dawn.

Thanks to the baptism of despair all day long, Yan Ce slept very restlessly. He rubbed his temples with his hands, trying to calm his mind. The heavy weight in his heart was uncomfortable. He hadn't had much rest in the past month, and finally returned to Wang Ting, who was supposed to enjoy a quiet moment, was drawn into a vortex of terror.

However, when he was distressed, Miss Lingshi had already walked into the bedroom.

She said, "I knocked on the door, didn't you hear?"

"..."

As the door opened, Yan Ce looked at the calm woman. Her long hair had been carefully washed and her clothes were replaced with brand new ones. After a long time together, she had never noticed the unevenness of her figure. The lights painted a beautiful silhouette. Looking at him with both eyes, it was as quiet as looking at a vessel. "Is there something wrong with you? If there is nothing wrong, I want to sleep for a while."

The boy took a deep breath of air and said.

This sentence has fully reflected that he was completely unable to look directly at this woman, which caused him to fall into the root of the vortex, and the idea of ​​calming down sank to the end of the dream in an instant.

Miss Lingshi lowered her gaze, witnessing the young man's inadvertent small movements during the firm and distant rhetorical question, she raised her eyebrows, a ripple appeared in her pupils, and then slowly retracted.

"Does your memory only last for a stick of incense in the assessment of the school?"