Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

His stubborn personality is very similar to Yan Ce's, which is surprisingly good for the relationship between monarch and minister.

"Your Highness, Lord Zongzheng has come to visit you."

"Huh? Mr. Zongzheng Gongsun, why are you visiting me tonight?"

Zongzheng and the royal family of Qin are also related. According to their seniority, they are the elders of Fusu. She skipped the official position and privately wanted to be called Uncle Gongsun.

Fusu took a deep look at Zifang, then shook his head.

Impossible, a white ovary has no energy to pry high-ranking Qin officials.

"Mr. Gongsun, please come in first."

As soon as the words fell, Zongzheng hurriedly stepped into the door with hurried footsteps. When he saw Fusu, he immediately saluted and said:

"Your Highness, my son did not rebel... No, I was confused for a moment and slipped my words. What I want to say is that Mr. Yan Ce is a pillar of the Qin State, an unworldly hero, and a generation of poets... Please beg for mercy for Yan Ce, Your Highness. I really can't bear to see Zhongliang being wronged."

I heard that when Uncle Zongzheng saw Yan Ce's downfall, he was so excited that he brought the whole family to sacrifice three animals to worship their ancestors. How could it be——

Fusu was startled, his lips parted and closed, not knowing what to say, he uttered a word after a long while: "...sit."

The maid walked into the door again, and said in surprise, "Your Highness, Deputy Commander Zhao is here...he's outside the door."

"Your Highness, my daughter didn't—" Zhao Tuo saw the restless Lord Zongzheng stop talking, "Huh? You are also there, Mr. Gongsun."

"What a coincidence."

Zongzheng forcefully opened his mouth and smiled, then lowered his eyes and clenched his teacup uneasily.

Zhao Tuo did not forget the business, and immediately said: "I see that Young Master Ce of the State of Yan has been wronged, and I cannot bear—"

Fu Su interrupted the deputy commander's speech with a wave of his hand, and said, "Deputy commander, please sit down."

"promise."

"Your Highness..." The maid was panting heavily with exhaustion, "The old Qin nobles jointly asked to see His Highness."

Fusu looked at the space in the bedroom, hesitantly said: "Come in."

"My grandson... grandson, he..."

A group of grey-haired old men were full of tears, leaning on crutches, and moved towards Fusu step by step, saying as they walked, "He has never had any second thoughts about Daqin, please Your Highness..."

Fusu remained expressionless, and continued: "Your Highness, please intercede for Yan Ce, I really can't bear to see Zhongliang being wronged, can you?"

The nobles of Qin Ting looked at each other and nodded, "Yes."

"Yan Ce's poetic talent is short-lived, so I hope you will cherish your talent, right?"

"Correct."

Fusu covered his forehead, a little weakly said: "My lords...sit down."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

When the old people saw Zongzheng, the deputy commander was also there, and after greeting each other, their hearts became heavier.

Not long after, the lonely and empty prince's bedroom gathered enough people to hold a court meeting. The maids ran back and forth, serving tea and water, and some of them were too tired to shift work.

At this moment, a mournful call sounded at the door.

"Your Highness Fusu, this old man wants to go with His Highness to intercede for Young Master Ce. If His Highness refuses to agree, this old man will—"

"Master Shaofu, you don't need to say anything, let's arrange the number first."

Princess Fusu's expression was very numb, as if she was about to memorize it after listening to it many times.

...My lord is super brave.

Zifang asked in a low voice: "Your Highness should have meant what you said earlier, right?"

Fusu bit her lip with a complicated expression.

"……Calculate."

"..."

Seeing the young master's palace full of people, Shangguan looked up at the moonlight, crossed his legs slightly, and leaned his back against the wall.

Under the moonlight, the instep is faintly hidden in the hollow white high-heeled shoes. The well-proportioned and slender calf is stretched upwards and the tight fabric sticks to the skin.

At this moment, although there is no smile on his face, he is not too indifferent.

The long black hair was raised.

"stupid."

Accompanied by the sound of "da da da" footsteps, the woman disappeared at the dimly traced main entrance.

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Shangguan has no extra embellishments all over his body, and is only dressed for comfort and convenience. In midsummer, the branches and leaves are flourishing, and the cool shade of the trees is filled with moonlight. With his familiarity with Xianyang, he can reach his destination accurately without relying on lights.

The night market, which was supposed to be bustling with lights, was as quiet as a dead zone, and the gate of the city, where few people stopped for a long time on weekdays, was crowded with people late at night.

After all, the younger generation in Xianyang all followed Yan Gongzi to revolt, and the news was as hot as "Xiang Liang's women's clothing howled in prison all day."

Yan Gongzi Ce doesn't sleep, and no nobleman can sleep, no matter what, no one would have thought that Yan Ce was fine and pulled a group of friends to rebel, the outstanding young man of the Sangong Jiuqing family, the daughter of the general family, the young Ren Xia, the eldest daughter and grandson of everyone in the literary world ... As long as they can be ranked in Xianyang City, none of them will be left behind.