Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

If you drink more, you won't even know that someone has secretly done something strange.

Miss Ling Shi's eyebrows flashed a trace of worry, she took out a clean silk cloth and wiped away the stains on the woman's lips patiently and meticulously, maintaining her majestic and heroic posture at all times.

"Your Majesty, is it really not necessary?"

"It's okay, I'm running out of wine."

Ying Zheng frowned, his fingers gently pressed on his tumbling stomach, his plump and towering chest swayed slightly with his fingers, and the slightly drunken blush on his cheeks became thicker.

On the contrary, he drank the group of generals who had been soaked in wine jars since childhood, but Ying Zheng himself was not feeling well. The wine storehouse that Wang Ting had carefully kept for many years was almost half empty in an instant. The long sleep center woke up with pain.

However, even if the heartache is useless, she is the king of the whole world.

After inheriting the beliefs of the predecessors of the past dynasties, the role of the predecessors is only to be surpassed by her.

She was left far behind.

She looked at this prosperous city from a distance, the land overturned by the torrential rain in early summer, and the high-spirited breath permeated every corner.

At this moment, the wind from the far east flows through Hangu in the world within sight of this side, accompanied by the crisp birdsong, and raises the long soft night hair.

Drinking freely at this time is not too arrogant. It is for this country that has gone through many springs and autumns, for a series of cold numbers in the annals of history, and for the long-cherished wish of generations of Qin people.

For this prosperous world that will come...

"Prosperity!!!"

Her voice should penetrate layers of restraints and inform everyone in the mountains and rivers, the vast land of China, and the vast sky.

"Take it for the widow!"

It is not a humble request, not a ceremonial take, but a brutal and domineering take.

"so--"

She smiled and said, "When that day comes, they won't get lost..."

they?

It is the lonely hero who fell on the battlefield of various countries without restraint in the more than [-] years from weak to strong, and the Zongheng family who bears the name of unkindness and injustice for Qin...

Numerous intricate silhouettes flashed in everyone's mind.

Scene after scene...

Until the day when all the world is Qin soil.

They won't get lost.

Outside Hangu, on the edge of the ancient road, don't linger when you return.

Mr. Fei, who was named as a prisoner of the master, stopped, raised his head slowly, looked up at the source of the sound with a complicated expression, and the courtiers who were drunk and driven out with difficulty raised their heads, burped, and smiled again. hang down.

Qin has a loyal soul, and what you want for a prosperous world will surely be what you want.

Looking back at the moment when the old man stepped out of Xianyang Palace, his dry and hard palms full of calluses clenched the empty wine bottle and tiger talisman tightly, and his turbid eyes showed a trace of flame burning, as if burning his soul together.

"Come on, can you drink another bottle?"

From ancient times to the present, the sergeants who have waited by the Yellow Springs for an unknown number of springs and autumns gathered their spirits together to respect the king who would eventually unify Liuhe.

Miss Lingshi took a deep breath and calmed the beating heart in her chest. She lowered her head and said lightly, "You are drunk."

"Are you drunk? No, only this time the widow is not drunk."

She smiled and stepped down the stone steps.

"I won't be drunk again in the future."

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The patchwork of quaint and simple rhythms, accompanied by the rustling sounds of floating branches and leaves, echoed in Ying Zheng's ears.

"This is--"

A peculiar singing similar to Qin Feng's melody.

Looking for the wandering song, she walked down the steps and saw the two figures under the tree from a distance, she couldn't help but hook her lips.

Yan Ce, full of pain and hideous expression, imitated the previous girl's soft humming tone to lull her to sleep, while holding the girl's upturned buttocks, pushing up with all her might, her arms wrapped around the girl's legs, and carrying the sleeping Fusu on her back towards the bedroom. go.

He was originally asleep, but when Yan Ce woke up, Fusu was leaning on his shoulder earlier than he was asleep, so he couldn't sleep any longer and wait for the girl to wake up. He didn't do anything all day. Net spent in sleep.

It's not something a boy can do to throw such a big girl under a tree to sleep alone.

"Ah..." Yan Ce sighed.

The girl's face lightly leaned on Yan Ce's shoulder and rubbed it twice, her plain white arms subconsciously wrapped around the boy's neck, her cherry lips opened a shallow gap, and the hot air slapped on her earlobe. Stimulation has no strength to experience.

The sore arm gradually drifted away on the road to disability. He was only one distance from Xianyang Palace to be scrapped, and when he walked to the palace, he was almost exhausted and disabled.

Ying Zheng smiled helplessly: "This kid sings a bit interesting, but Qin Feng's tune is too serious."

Miss Ling Shi respectfully stood half a step behind Ying Zheng, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said warmly, intentionally or unintentionally, "That's true, but Young Master Yan seems to be very good to Young Master Fu Su, and he is of the same age, so he can be used as a son's play. mate."

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