Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

On the other hand, there is a woman covered in air-conditioning, who has erased the friendly physique of the teenager from the inside out, and her smiling and delicate face is so close to using a brush to draw "Don't beat me".

"By the way...thanks for last night."

"Get out when you're done."

Ling Shi clenched his hands tightly, like Yan Ce's owed wages now need to be calculated as interest, and he became more and more impatient. It was not until Yan Ce stepped into the Qin Palace that this irritable mood turned into another kind of irritability.

It is a kind of irritability that all plots will come to naught.

……

Ten years ago.

The crazy queen mother is desperate for love, she would rather let the Qin country fall into civil strife, but also pull Ying Zheng from the throne for her lover, she is simply a lunatic.

The scars rooted in the deepest part of my heart were uncovered again. Unlike other tragic memories that can be laughed away, this betrayal from a close relative opened a wound that could not be healed. Even though many years have passed, the scenes from ten years ago vaguely echoed in front of my eyes.

Blurred silhouettes flashed by like fleeting shadows, the queen mother Zhao Ji, Xiangguo Lu Buwei, Changxin Hou Lai Ai... It was a rebellion that trampled her dignity, family affection, and faith under her feet.

The rebellion ten years ago was also an opportunity. Cutting off Lu Buwei's party members and exterminating the traitors greatly reduced Zhao Ji's influence on Qin, so she was truly on the throne.

The desire to rule the world...

"Ying Zheng never dares to forget for a moment."

Yingzheng opened the letters of the ancestors of the past dynasties, compared them with the records of the historian, and dug out every scene buried deep in his memory, recalling every sentence and every person.

Gradually, the reality that was most unwilling to face in the deepest part of his heart was very likely to be the truth. Ying Zheng was a little tired and put down the letter.

The next moment, a boy in a men's dress similar to hers stuck to her side without saying a word.

At first, he didn't notice the boy's existence, but just focused on the content of the text. When he noticed, Yan Ce moved to his arm as usual.

She bumped her elbow lightly on the boy's chest to keep him from getting so close.

"You're so close, aren't you hot?" Ying Zheng sighed with a headache.

"It's not hot."

Sitting at her feet, Yan Ce noticed that Ying Zheng's mood was a bit subtle. According to his understanding, this woman must know some very distressing truth.

Ying Zheng stretched his numb legs, and stretched his long and slender legs under the jet-black royal clothes for a few seconds, with his right leg resting on his left, with a lazy and majestic expression.

She has always shown herself with a perfect image, and she will not maintain a cold and unapproachable posture in front of those close to her.In other words, the young man's performance in Xianyang is still satisfactory to her, and the occasional minor problems are also within her tolerance. As long as he does not seek rebellion, Ying Zheng can tolerate the young man's problems to the maximum extent.

There are enough problem children in Xianyang, not bad for Yan Ce, and it should be said that Yan Ce's problem is still the smallest in comparison, Fusu and the princess' problems are much more serious, one is a psychological problem, Where is the problem.

She raised her hand to straighten the boy's hair, gently covered his forehead with her palm, and asked lightly, "Are you still dizzy?"

Yan Ce, who was about to ask, stared at the woman's beautiful face, his cheeks were a little closer, the heat was blowing on his face, and the sound of his heart beating became louder and louder.

Yan Ce grabbed her hands and pressed them tightly together, "I'm still a little dizzy, not too serious."

Seeing the childish young man, Ying Zheng smiled helplessly. He was really too lazy to reprimand him, and if he refused to listen to the reprimand, what could he be punished for? The two of them folded their hands together. She raised her eyebrows, but in the end she didn't stop .

Ying Zheng lowered his head and looked at the hands propped on the ground.

Rather than being grabbed, she still prefers to put her hands on top of the boy.

Seeing the boy's stiff expression, Ying Zheng's gloominess dropped a little bit, and the woman pursed her lips.

ps: Thinking about the next plot tea party, then hesitating from morning to noon, and still not writing from noon to afternoon, it was really a tangled day.In the afternoon, I wanted to use a drawing for reference. I drew a picture of the matter, and I drew it again and again. In the end, a fox in feather clothes came out, with ghost-like eyes and indifferent expression. The more I laughed, the scarier it became. Then I redrawn A black long straight is also a bit awkward, I have been struggling with it today, and I want to cry for a while, crying and chirping.

Chapter 170 Tea Banquet (1)

Although I know that Yan Ce has been harboring all kinds of interesting ideas, but every time I see his special expression, I still feel fresh.

Ying Zheng leaned against the corner, just quietly leaning against the wall, his eyes slowly closing.

"That princess, what are you going to do with it?"

The boy wanted to secretly turn the hand that was pressed down to the top, and fold them tightly together without leaving any gaps. After trying a few times, he resolutely gave up resisting and began to enjoy it.

Wang has known his routine for a long time, as long as he suppresses it forcefully, he will be in a passive position.

"Her? The widow wants to kill her now."

The cherry red lips parted slightly, and she calmly announced the child's death sentence. She didn't like killing, but she wasn't completely inflexible.

"Have you reached this point?"

Yan Ce was stunned for a while before speaking.

"But Fusu wants that child to live, so he is still imprisoned. If he can stop the child from the first day he enters the Qin Dynasty, he may not need to bear double the pressure. Fusu has too much time to participate in state affairs. Short, the foundation is not stable, and the conflict that should have erupted in a year or two has already intensified."

The gentleness on her face gradually changed to a distressed one.

Ying Zheng rubbed his temples, looked at his nervous expression, and said calmly: "The tea banquet in the outer court, she is going to share everything with the princes and ministers, but most of the nobles are a group of slippery ones. If they can’t catch a fish, they will probably make Fusu cry.”

Yan Ce was silent for a moment, and said, "Then you don't care about it?"

She raised her eyebrows and said indifferently: "Compared to sitting on the throne and bumping and bumping, I want her to fall now and get bruised and bruised. The worse the better."

"I'd rather she blame me and hate me than she would only remember me as her mother all her life."

Behind the indifferent face, there is a gentle heart hidden. Unfortunately, she is the king, and her daughter is the chosen prince.

"However, since Fusu has made a choice, no matter how difficult it is, he will definitely not regret it. Only this stubborn temperament is similar to widows. A child like Fusu will never let go as long as he believes in one thing. Let her Seeing the cruel reality may be a good thing, not to mention state affairs, family affairs, how can everything be done according to one's wishes, she is the crown prince, if she is not capable, she deserves to be bullied."