Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The only difference is that this time, her eyes are much more complicated than before.

"I knew that the children I personally selected are not that fragile."

A hazy but novel sense of warmth emerged in my heart, as if it filled some kind of vacancy in the past countless years, fingers touched the face that became clearer, and looked at the pair of black pupils that contained amazing will.

What a solid family.

She didn't know when, her evaluation of the boy had risen to such a high level, and because of this, the emperor became more and more concerned about his mental health, but her family reassured her as always.

If they are all related to ordinary people, living under this ancient capital and living the lives of ordinary people, it must be a completely different scene, Ying Zheng thought helplessly.

However, being born into a royal family, one must respond to the expectations of thousands of subjects.

The first emperor, an extremely arrogant title, reaped the longing and would pay several times the sadness.

Yan Ce stared at the emperor in a daze, then smiled, deliberately pretending that he didn't see it.

At this time, just keep smiling.

He and she don't need to rely on these to maintain their relationship.

"Go and see Fusu when you have time." She said, "In order to catch up with your progress, she has worked hard. No matter how bad the situation is, Fusu always maintains a kind and gentle smile."

Ying Zheng lifted the boy's head and placed it on his lap, leaving no room for the eyes he was trying to avoid. He gently rubbed his forehead with a soothing melody, as if to dissipate the accumulated fatigue.

"Fusu is a good boy." She sighed.

Then, is that why you gave your son-in-law a knee pillow benefit?

Something is wrong, is there anything.

Yan Ce, whose body was stiff and tired, moved silently to the inside of his thigh. Seeing that the emperor didn't reprimand him, he pushed his body to the side again, experiencing the softness of his thigh wrapped in silky black cloth.

While the image of Fusu reverberated in his mind, while enjoying the short-lived warmth, there was even a tingling sense of morality. This strange feeling made him want to elevate the pure friendship to another level with the emperor.

"What do you think?"

The black-haired woman looked down at the naughty boy on her lap, and asked with a faint smile.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Ce asked, "Does Your Majesty want me to visit Fusu more?"

"Don't you think it's always wrong that you spend more time with me than with Fusu? I also hope that you and Fusu can maintain a good relationship as always, instead of only seeing each other after a long time. "

"But many things—"

Before he finished speaking, white fingers lightly touched his lips, and the familiar temperature touched his lips without a trace of gap, stopping the follow-up of his words.

"A lot of public affairs are entangled, the farming of the Kyushu countries, the implementation of counties and counties across the country, the promotion from top to bottom, and the comprehensive transformation that countless cities are preparing for..."

With a playful smile, Ying Zheng counted down how many incidents related to Yan Ce one by one, and it was so clear that there was nothing left.

Obviously, she cares about the teenager far more than the average person.

Just as Yan Ce breathed a sigh of relief, His Majesty the First Emperor's next words completely made his nerves tense.

"So, is that why you avoid her?"

"..."

Yan Ce took a deep breath, with many thoughts in his mind, and the scenes of Miss Lingshi and Fusu, Mr. suspected to be the Asura Field flickered in his mind.

There is an undercurrent in the dormitory.

The royal court is in danger.

Where is my shelter, Yan Xiaoce?

And it's not that he doesn't want to go, it's because he can't go in order not to intensify class conflicts.

The young man was really worried about whether Fusu would turn into Heihuasu, and was so provoked by the lord Lingshi that he beheaded him with a sword, and that cold woman was also someone he couldn't really understand.

Only Mr. Fei, except for occasionally not doing his job properly, and occasionally framing Fusu with a small yellow book, can be regarded as a little peace of mind for Yan Ce, who is her student.

With a look of embarrassment on his face, he said, "Your Majesty..."

pS: I was driven to the hospital by my dad... Registered to get a card and queued up, and the ribs were inflamed. I have heard of hepatitis, pneumonia, gastritis, but this is the first time I know that the ribs can also be inflamed. The doctor said that it is good to come early, otherwise... Otherwise, there will be no beds during the infusion, ho ho ho, just kidding, but there are really many grandpas and aunts who are sick, and the beds for infusion are always full.

After prescribing the medicine, tell me to eat regularly in the future and try to eat as much as possible? ? ?There is no problem now, it has been resurrected.The next update should be during the day as much as possible, don't let you stay up late, good night.

Chapter 480 Give me face

The dignified Wangting Academy.

"Your Highness, today's lecture is over."

Miss Lingshi packed up the lesson plans she brought, and Fusu in the dorm nodded her head, but she simply saluted as the end of today's lesson, and the extremely weird reaction of Mr. Fei was not in her consideration.

Miss Lingshi is going to Qin Palace to give a daily report.

The inquiry not long ago was dealt with by Fusu with a flirtatious "I don't have that kind of ambition". As for the truth of this sentence, perhaps only the prince girl herself knows.

Walking through the tree-lined path, she vaguely heard the subtle conversations in the Palace of Qin. She had estimated how long he would spend "tenderness" with His Majesty, and planned to stagger Yan Ce, but still underestimated Yan Ce's skill in "staying in bed".

She stopped and walked under an ancient tree that was very close to the palace. Her legs were slightly crossed, and her back was leaning against the ancient tree.

She put down the lesson plan, inserted her hands into the long hair on the back of her neck, and caressed the back of her head, which was called a rebellious figure intentionally or unintentionally.

After a long while, the fingers moved along the white and tender skin of the neck again.