Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"……Um."

The teenager's volume is basically equal to no, and the sensory stimulation is becoming more and more sensitive.

Your majesty, can your motherhood be curbed in this tender moment?I always feel like I am playing some kind of weird mother-child game that has nothing to do with family affection!

Ying Zheng shook his head, neither took the initiative nor refused, and said helplessly: "It's better to release some of the accumulated emotions once in a while, it's good for your growth, but fortunately no one else sees it, otherwise the royal court will have trouble again gone."

"Ah."

Yan Ce is super supportive of this novel and efficient method of lowering blood pressure. Her long, smooth black hair passes through her fingers, and her chin rests lightly on the woman's shoulder, cherishing the precious warmth.

"yes……"

Ying Zheng smiled faintly.

The lingering sound of the wind, accompanied by the echo of the wind chimes, is unimaginably beautiful.

The world of two people embraces each other tightly.

Yan Ce slowly opened his eyes.

then.

What came into view was a woman's face covering her mouth, trying to suppress herself to prevent her from shouting.

"Master."

Yan Ce made a mouthful with a stiff face.

As if sensing some kind of gaze behind him, the emperor also turned his head, saw Han Fei as well, and was slightly taken aback.

just now.

It's a world of three people...

"Yes, I'm sorry, Feifeifeifei... Excuse me! Fei didn't see anything, didn't hear anything, that... the weather is very good, I think, I want to see the snow? Yes, it is snow."

The cold Han Fei had a short-circuited brain like a blow to the head for a moment, and his voice was full of panic and weak crying.

She quickly took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to run away as if nothing had happened, but she didn't pay attention to her feet, her heel accidentally hit the stone steps and staggered twice.

"Stop her."

The emperor frowned and ordered to the imperial guards.

then.

The great prime minister, Mr. Han Fei was driven to the warm pavilion by the helpless imperial guards, invited to drink tea and discuss state affairs.

Yan Ce coughed lightly, although the master knew some inside information, the posture just now was really easy to misunderstand.

"Master, because the date of His Majesty's enthronement ceremony is getting closer, and I am in such a situation now, His Majesty has to come to the Snapper to help me complete the etiquette preparations, and the scene you saw appeared, Master, please calm down." A little bit, don’t make a fuss, it’s not good to spread it.”

"Not... understandable."

With his hands tied behind his back, Han Fei knelt down in front of a table, looking down at the tea that the young man had made himself, with despair in his eyes.

Chapter 1 Progress-1-1-[-]...

After a long time, Han Fei looked up at the boy's messy collar and the creases on his clothes, and was silent for a while.

His eyes moved to His Majesty the Emperor who kept a certain distance from Yan Ce, when he opened his mouth to speak, but after thinking about it, he closed it again.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Hugging relative to each other, contacting at zero distance is like a second of foreplay in the depths of love. Are you ashamed to tell your master that it is teaching etiquette?

Wait a minute, the etiquette will be taught on the bed, why don't you explain to the master the etiquette that uses the strange posture of rubbing His Majesty into your arms? Wow, you have to tell the basic law when you lie, my dear student...

The image that made her blush not long ago reverberated in her mind. It must not be described as a simple relative, a special relationship that is closer than relatives.

The sound of the heart beating and the sound of breathing blended together, and the temperature seemed to have increased a lot at that moment.

In Han Fei's field of vision, the student's hand touched her waist from the emperor's thigh, his fingers slowly raised, and he grabbed the black formal suit, leaving light creases, and the distance between his lips was also accompanied by emotions. close to...

The shattered memories ended there.

Seeing His Majesty looking out of the window, with a look that he didn't know how to explain, Han Fei's eyes were full of complexity, and said: "Your Majesty, you... I didn't see it."

When he first heard about the young man's ambitions, Han Fei only took it as a tantrum, not as a courtesy. In theory, His Majesty is also the elder of the young man, and Yan Ce was only regarded as a mischievous adopted son at first.

just now.

Alas, it turns out that the knowledge of right and wrong is too shallow...

Although she has a grudge against His Majesty's house arrest in the royal court, at this moment she is actually yearning for the lonely, monotonous and cold life in the past.

On the side, the emperor was inexperienced in dealing with such incidents, and looked at the clouds and clouds in the sky for a while, he hesitated.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that Yingzheng did not adapt to the awkward atmosphere. This is why Han Fei was only tied up but not resolved. In Han Fei's eyes, His Majesty may show murder at any time. I mean, I'm ready to kill my mouth.

No, it's too difficult...

Thinking of Han Feizi, the shortest-lived prime minister in history, this sage who lived a helpless and miserable life couldn't help crying.

Yan Ce straightened his posture and said, "This...is just an accident, you know that sometimes what you see is not always what you see."

Han Fei roughly understood the boy's reason for "fooling the ghost", and said: "I lost my temper just now, Your Majesty and Yan Ce were practicing the etiquette process, but it was my fault that Fei mistakenly thought they were expressing their mother-child affection. "