Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

In the first half of the sentence, Yan Ce felt that the wonderful color of crimson filled the whole world, but the second half of the sentence became cold again.

It should also be within the bottom line to cooperate with a child, so it’s okay to do some more intimate actions.

Moreover, there is an absolutely safe space where no one will disturb, even the imperial guards who protect the emperor will never go upstairs, so even if they make excessive actions, no one will see them, and there is a high probability that they will not be reprimanded .

The charming atmosphere spread quietly, and Yan Ce had countless reasons to persuade himself to take some actions to reduce the distance.

In my mind, the demon symbolizing chaos persuaded me to give up my reason, while the angel representing law simply degenerated into a demon.

Boys' thoughts are always so simple and boring, like, love, and really want to.

And Yan Ce decided to make a decision first after a short thought, not to try to lose blood, if it is better to take the opportunity to attack, the devil in his heart will shed two lines of blood and tears.

The hand slowly raised, touching her waist, the movement was so slow that the emperor could stop at any time, until the emperor completely hugged her, the other party didn't refuse, and didn't reprimand her, it seemed that she really planned to take this moment All are sealed forever as secrets.

The distance between the cheeks shortened, and the breath seemed to merge together in the crimson scenery.

Being able to feel each other's warmth gradually, the emperor probably wanted Yan Ce to make some excessive moves, at least to let her make an emotional break, unconsciously, his brows frowned.

In the silhouette of memories and the time that has not gone far, she rarely has the desire to be nostalgic.

However, the boy's excessive actions did not appear as she expected. She opened her eyes and was slightly taken aback.

Yan Ce hugged the emperor, lay down on the bedside, hugged her calmly and lazily, his head gently pressed against her earlobe, and the breath from his mouth scratched the slightly sensitive part,

"I really want to hold you like this for a while...my lord."

"...That's all? Don't you regret it? It's only a reward for this time."

"Ah... can you stay with me for a while, I seem to be a little sleepy after a night's car ride..."

Youngsters understand the principle of being too small, and the smell of the sachet on her body is so good, Yan Ce pursed his lips, and could almost feel the shape of the chest squeezed with his body, and his figure was too perfect There are flaws, which fit all teenagers' views on mate selection.

The two lay quietly.

I don't know how much time passed, Yan Ce fell into a dreamland.

"……are you asleep."

She said.

Ying Zheng's routine seems to have failed.

However, unexpectedly, there was no feeling of loss. When Ying Zheng sat up, he raised his hand to support the back of Yan Ce's neck, and gently moved the boy's head to his lap.

When she came to the throne, the emperor who swore to his ancestors "Don't forget the aspirations of the great Qin Dynasty", even though she is the lord of Kyushu, she has her own emotions.

Seeing him unconsciously burrowing inward, a thin quilt stretched out was draped around his shoulders.

"At this time, I feel like a child again."

After finishing speaking, she sighed silently and showed a helpless smile.

"However, the body of the king has been promised to the country..."

Chapter 460

Ten years is a time when eyes are opened and eyes are closed.The people of time, the passers-by of a hundred generations, most people will not think about the passers-by, even if they do, it is only a momentary emotion, and they will not think deeply, but sitting on the throne of the emperor, they are destined not to be among the trillions of people in the world, You can't waste your limited life on the colorful bubbles that reflect it.

After the Western Zhou Dynasty, there were 500 years of chaos, and the flames of war raged, and the short-term peace was torn apart again and again by intrigues among the princes.

There is only one way to save the world...

Unity of force.

To level the world by killing, it is possible to kill, to stop violence by war, it is possible to fight.

Abolishing the emperor, the road of bloodshed and sacrifice to be crowned emperor, but only one person in a million trillions can walk...

The bronze mirror beside the case reflects a dignified figure without hesitation, no matter what the final result is, you will not regret your initial choice.

There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and as the young man's breathing became more regular, she saw Yan Ce's slightly frowning brows gradually unfurl, and she dropped her fingertips, feeling the warmth of his side face.

The twilight of the sun creates a sense of tranquility, especially when isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Ying Zheng didn't yearn for the tranquility at this moment. He lifted the back of the quiet boy's head with his fingers and put it on the pillow. He stood up, glanced at his sleeping face, turned around and deliberately took out a scroll of letters and placed them in a conspicuous position on the desk. Stay here for the time being, and then leave the prison that is configured like a VIP room.

"..."

Yan Ce, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes after His Majesty left, and his intricate thoughts flashed like lightning, followed by a long sigh.

"Your Majesty learned badly... almost got tricked."

The boy did sleep all night on the bumpy car, and his body was exhausted, but he didn't reach the point where he could easily fall asleep even if he hugged the emperor.

"Xu Guo, is it Xu Qing's intention?"

He was talking to himself, looking at the bustling market outside the window with strange eyes, and it took five seconds before Yan Ce sat down at the table, looking around at the workload of "House of Flying Daggers" for a while.

"I want both the country and the minister... there should be no conflict."

Spread out a volume of letters, the first draft of the itinerary for the first emperor's ascension to the throne, and the draft date.

Late spring, early summer in May.

The time is less than two months.

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