Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Why is there a hallucination of dying on the spot?

Which sentence is wrong? Why is there not even a dialog prompt when the direction of the strategy goes wrong?

Yan Ce pondered for a moment, then looked up at the extremely noble woman and said, "If she needs help, I will help her."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at Yan Ce again with a scrutinizing gaze, her tone gradually tending to a calm question.

"Oh? What if it can't be done."

He met Ying Zheng's eyes with difficulty and said, "If you say you can't do it if you haven't done it, that's too unmanly."

Live well.

The old yellow photos on the head of the bed carry memories that are vague and almost forgotten. The teachings of the fathers have long been reduced to vague and illusory bubbles, so faint that they are about to disappear in the corner of memory. Fake.

It is true that life is the most important thing, but life cannot be just for the sake of life.

"Ah……"

Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, but reluctantly put away the forceful aura, shook his head with a smile, and then sighed indistinctly.

"Fu Su, it's almost time for you."

Ying Zheng's voice was flat and quiet. It wasn't the first time he said this, but this time it was slightly different from the last time.

Daughter, she is about to turn 15 years old. Ying Zheng is the king of Qin. Her successor will be closely watched by various forces in the government and the opposition. Fusu cannot choose marriage freely, let alone choose marriage. If Fusu can be strong enough Enough to overwhelm the families of the six kings, the so-called freedom of marriage, Ying Zheng will never be stingy with giving it.

It's a pity that, with Fusu's weak body and soft personality, to intimidate the nobles of the Six Nations, Ying Zheng really dared not even think about it, even in the most extravagant dreams, this unrealistic phantom never appeared.

But now there is a slim chance.

Seeing the boy who was still a little confused, she repeated, "Fu Su, she's almost ready."

"Do you understand? She is the crown prince, the heir of this country, and her 笄 is the representative of adulthood. No matter what kind of immature ideas you have before, you must abandon it. Things must put the country first and not follow your temperament, not to mention The heart of the Six Kingdoms to subjugate Qin has never been cut off, so it is even more necessary to be cautious."

The long wind of early summer pierced through the window and raised the woman's long night hair.

She walked down to the center calmly, leaning down slightly.

Unexpectedly, she raised her hand and caressed the boy's cheek, the soft white fingers passed through the hair by the boy's ear, and the refreshing fragrance passed through the nostrils and rushed to the brain, as if she could bury the plump fruit by turning her head. The excitement in the middle made Yan Ce couldn't bear to look away, and the cold touch of the woman's fingers made the boy's original nervousness even more nervous.

She smiled faintly: "The widow has waited for that child for ten years, and the widow has placed all her faith in Fusu in the future. In the prosperous world, she will eventually have her name, and she will inherit everything left by the previous king in the voice of the people's praise. , to ascend to the apex of power, to be crowned."

"Everyone has sacrificed too much for this prosperous world. Some are lucky enough to leave a name on the tablet, and most of them are buried in the desolate and desolate ancient battlefield, which is forever forgotten. Fusu She can't bear this burden, so the widow should let the right person bear part of it for her."

At this moment.

Ying Zheng's eyes were too deep to be added, staring at the strange look in the boy's eyes, he gently pinched the boy's soft cheeks, and released his hand just right when he showed a comfortable and somewhat struggling expression.

"For Fusu and for you, you are not allowed to cross that bottom line with Fusu, you know?"

Yan Ce: "???"

what the hell?What's the bottom line, I don't understand.

She ignored the boy's confused expression and continued: "And in the eyes of the widow, you are just a child."

Being so close, Yan Ce couldn't stop thinking about it, his expression became tangled, and finally turned into helpless loss, and he was a little unwilling to say: "Is it just a child?"

The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth rose, and his pale jade-like hand covered his cheek again, rubbing it lightly twice.

"Of course." She smiled lightly, "It's just a child..."

Chapter 41 Daughter is 15 years old

In Xianyang Palace, Yan Ce, who had already been included in the consideration list of Prince Fusu by King Qin, still knew nothing of the truth that he was the protagonist of the rumor. The woman's whispers with endless deep meaning represented what kind of meaning. Meaning, the teenager still knows nothing.

Her frowns and smiles are deeply imprinted in the depths of her mind, as if time freezes this in the most beautiful moment.

For some reason, Yan Ce had a special feeling that was indescribable.

"Fusu is a slender child, but as long as she decides, she will stick to it to the end. Since she chooses to rely on you, she believes that you can be trusted, and the widow is very happy."

In the quiet Qin Wang Palace, the woman in black clothes and a faint smile stood up straight and looked down at the young man who was almost in a sluggish state. The young man's smooth black hair fell through the gap between Ying Zheng's fingers.

"You must remember not to cross the bottom line. The widow doesn't want Fusu to have access to knowledge that should not be exposed at this age too early. Now is a critical moment for Yan Yan. You must not cross the line for the sake of Young Master Yan."

she said so.

"As for the rumors in the palace, it has nothing to do with you. You don't have to listen to it, let alone manage it. The widow treats you as a family member. I hope you will not disappoint the widow."

Her blandness has some undeniable power, as solemn and indifferent as the emperor is proclaiming an edict.

"What about Fusu's engagement? I promised her to help her—"

"Widows make their own decisions."

However, before the words "dissolve the engagement" were spoken, they were interrupted by Ying Zheng's indifference.

The hand that gently covered the boy's cheek was quietly removed, the woman stroked her long black hair, walked to the window on the edge of the palace, pushed open the window with her hand, and looked up at the pale dark blue night.

The stars and the moon shed a thousand miles of silver, and it is a new early summer again. The wind from far away flows silently in Xianyang, pouring into the window and raising Ying Zheng's long hair in the night, and the strands of the hair cover the pupils. The ultimate look.

Late night summer breeze, slightly cool.

Bring all the restless minds to peace.

The rumors in the palace did not know that it was the masterpiece of the courtier, and it had spread throughout the royal court in just half a month.