Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The girl's body is under development, and there is no way to compare it with the long-opened one. The boy has a clear understanding of this again.

The damp clothes were scattered all over the place.

Miss Lingshi looked away at Yan Ce outside the window sill like a melancholy prince. She was a little relieved, brushed her long hair back, covered the full curve of her chest with one hand, barely covering her side breasts, and quickly changed her top.

"How did His Majesty let you go?"

"Acknowledge mother." Yan Ce said.

"Ok?"

She hummed an unknown sound, and her expression was subtle for a moment.

"She, the emperor." Yan Ce pointed to his autographed sketch, and then pointed to himself, "I, son."

Of course, all the actions are expressionless to interpret the sadness in my heart.

She instinctively suspected that Yan Ce was plotting something, and said, "What are you thinking?"

"I want to complete the mother-child taboo with His Majesty, okay?" Yan Ce said with a blackened smile.

The woman stared at the young man for a long time, making sure that he was not lying, "I have said such things, have you been spoiled by His Majesty?"

"I'm not a pet... I can't play with it anymore."

"Aren't you a temporary tool?"

She said ruthlessly: "Use consumables that are thrown away when they are broken."

Seeing that Yan Ce could not refute, Miss Ling Shi handed Yan Ce a scroll of letters.

"Give."

"what?"

"Congratulations, you have passed the school examination, and you can say that your grades are good."

The woman's expression was a little unnatural, but it was quickly submerged in the silence of the ancient well.

"Same joy, same joy, wait a minute! Being evil, can I pass the exam?"

Yan Ce opened his eyes wide, subconsciously thinking that his eyes were dazzled, rubbed them, and the passing line floated by. The reason for his good grades was that the legal questions of this woman's strict tutoring were put up.

"Hmm... as expected of you."

The woman's indifferent face was still calm, she knelt in front of the table, pushed Yan Ce away from her shoulders, and pointed her fingers at the red-marked words.

"The teacher said that you only understood the first layer of the poet, and your understanding of the second layer is not deep enough, and you have not touched the third layer of the essence."

I said, this is absolutely amazing. Is this the old mille-feuille cake from which steamed bun shop?

There are so many layers of poems about love and dog food!

Yan Ce showed a bewildered expression, raised his eyes to look, and met the woman's gaze, but she turned away after looking at each other.

Miss Lingshi acted as if she didn't care about anything, and said indifferently: "How did you make a mistake in your understanding of the poem you wrote?"

"..."

"It was an accident."

Yan Ce changed the subject and said, "I faced the wall and thought about it all night, but I haven't eaten yet. Do you have any candied fruit or dried fruit?"

"No."

Yan Ce asked, "Where's the hot porridge?"

"No."

"What to eat?"

"Footwash?"

"This... can't be eaten at all!"

She held her smooth chin, thought for a moment, opened her lips, "That's right, then be hungry."

Miss Lingshi picked up her blouse, rolled up the letter and took it away, saying: "Tonight, I'm going to sleep in the inner courtyard, don't come here."

Yan Ce lay on his Majesty's silk sketch, continuing to blacken.

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"Is this poem written by him?"

Yingzheng flipped through the annotations on Yan Ce's letter written by the professor of the academy, and kept the original copy in the archives of the academy, and the transcribed copies were sent to the palace immediately.

With the in-depth understanding of teaching writing, a trace of doubt flashed on Juemei's face.

It was quiet for a while.

Outside the window, the rain is gradually decreasing, pattering.

The appearance of the young man who had lost his soul came to the emperor's mind, she shook her head and put down the letter.

"I blamed him..."