Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

……

The long night didn't seem so boring anymore.

Ying Zheng stepped out of the slightly sultry Qin Wang Palace, overlooking the sparkling light reflected by the artificial lake, and stood in costumes on the stone steps outside the Qin Palace.

dream.

What a ridiculous excuse.

It wasn't that she couldn't see what Yan Ce was hiding, but she was too lazy to point it out. The corner of her lips couldn't help raising a slight arc when she thought of that young man with a strange look all over him, and it didn't take long for her to turn into a long sigh.

"Kings."

Miss Internal Affairs walked behind King Qin and called softly.

She arranged for Mrs. Fusu to deal with the follow-up work, and immediately rushed to the Qin Palace with a throbbing heart.

"Young Master Fusu has fallen asleep."

Ying Zheng nodded, "Yes."

Miss Lingshi bent down and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, just now, many ministers have asked the ministers about the current situation of Master Fusu, and they have revealed some doubts. Most of them are about Master Yan, and there are occasional rumors in the palace that Master Yan is The king intends to bury the dark son for the son Fusu's accession to the throne."

"What do you think?"

"I dare not—" Miss Ling Shi pursed the corners of her mouth.

Ying Zheng rubbed his temples, "Speak."

Miss Lingshi bent her waist lower, her long and charming eyes narrowed into two slits, and said with a smile, "Many ministers in the DPRK and the Middle Kingdom want to be the Yue family who want to be the son of Fusu, and they use this to stand on their feet, but the Six Kingdoms War has dragged them down. I have no time to look at it, if Fusu son can get along with son Ce, it will not only stabilize the hearts of the nobles of the six countries, but also prevent the accident of the dictatorship of foreign relatives from keeping the various forces in the DPRK and China in a peaceful state."

"The minister thought that the son-in-law could be the son-in-law of the prince."

Miss Lingshi had no conscience, smiled and said: "Young master is neither humble nor arrogant, kind-hearted, and has few strategies, so he can be a good match for Master Fusu."

Although this kind of remark made her sick to her stomach, she still resisted the nausea and spit out the praise.

Ying Zheng looked up at the vast sky and was silent for a long time.

Fusu is very obedient and well-behaved. If he gets along with teenagers who are full of weird ideas day and night, he may not change. Moreover, the teenagers who say amazing things from time to time, although the feasibility is very low, but they may not be able to become the cornerstone of the country.

Then inherit her will, protect this territory together, and paint what you want in Kyushu to the fullest.

But it's probably too early for those two kids.

and……

No, nothing.

The white palm holding the railing exerted a little force, Ying Zheng's beautiful face flashed a hint of hesitation, and said lightly, "No hurry."

Chapter 29 Happy Future

The moon is setting and the sun is rising, and time is passing little by little.

The prelude to the expedition has come. The Qin army who attacked Yan blew the horn, sang the battle song with the surging drums of the grand war, and the magnificent voice vaguely echoed over the sky of Xianyang across the endless mountains and rivers.

Qin general Wang Jian led the army to destroy Yan.

The distant and unfamiliar history was witnessed by his own eyes at this moment. Yan Ce knew that the fate of the country of Yan had entered the countdown, and the hour and minute hands, which symbolized the end and the beginning, were about to overlap.

Yan Ce got up as agreed and followed Ying Zheng to learn swordsmanship. The intimate physical contact between the two gradually diminished as the boy's basic swordsmanship grew by leaps and bounds. The black-haired woman didn't have to give the boy every non-standard posture.

Everything seems to be back on track.

Although there will be some small frictions from time to time, the goodwill between the two will remain at the same level after all, neither increasing nor decreasing, as if they are stuck in a delicate distance.

Occasionally, she could be seen quietly bending a smile so faint that it was almost imperceptible, but it always returned to a dignified, uncool posture when he looked up.

Yan Ce, who was sore from the training, had to follow Mr. Fei to class non-stop after Sister Zheng's private swordsmanship class. It was even busier than the modern class. Mr. Fei would occasionally read some classics, taking advantage of this opportunity to know how much Yan Ce knew. Getting a few words can be considered to be out of the state of illiteracy in the Warring States Period. Now Mr. Fei's class has become a self-study class, even if he is a little lazy, it will not be a big problem.

After all, there is always a girl who takes the lead in being lazy.

"……Well."

Young Master Fusu was dressed in a light blue tulle Zen clothes, very quiet and soft, which was the complete opposite of the domineering and powerful King Qin, and the girl herself was a cute type who died when she saw the book.

Not long after unfolding the booklet, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight. Quietly leaned on the desk and narrowed his eyes. The water droplets on the corners of his lips traced a long path from the corner of his mouth and extended to the booklet, blending the concept of governing the country on the bamboo slip into a blur of ink marks.

Yan Ce took out a piece of silk cloth and gently wiped the corner of the girl's mouth. The girl fell asleep awkwardly in a kneeling position. The moment the silk cloth touched the corner of her mouth, her lips were caught between the boy's fingers, and the girl frowned slightly. , twisting his slender body restlessly.

"M... um..."

Yan Ce couldn't help but have a sinful thought. It was like sticking his fingers into the girl's cherry red lips from a book to experience the unique sensory stimulation. The young man who claimed to be a good modern student only maintained this idea for a second.

Yan Ce shook his head, throwing off the idea of ​​a ghost.

The mother-daughter bowl is wrong, even more immoral, although it is very emotional, and the sense of morality is super exciting.

Half-hearted is bad.

A teenage brain who is physically and mentally healthy and no longer has to worry about food, clothing, housing, and transportation can easily outline a life guide of [-] little yellow books. Although most of the energy has been removed through the private teaching of avi by Sister Zheng, his heart is still filled with excitement. Ripples.

Not far from the school, Mr. Fei was preparing for the lesson, and he was engrossed in it. He seemed to have no time to pay attention to the little movements of the two students. He paid full attention to the seal characters drawn with a pen. Yes.

The boy was silent for a while, and the demon in his heart scrambled and shouted in modern languages.

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