Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

His Majesty the Emperor thought for a while, grabbed his left hand, and put it on his index finger.

Chapter 540 Seven Poor Lonely and Alone

When the sun falls on the ring of the index finger, the light refracted is like the color of stars. Yan Ce raised his eyes to look at the first emperor who had already ascended the throne, and found that the way she looked at him had changed, the eyes met, and the indescribable complex emotions diffused. A soul within a body.

"Don't like it?"

She blinked her eyelashes slightly, and was a little puzzled and surprised by Yan Ce's silent reaction.

"like very much."

Yan Ce replied.

"It just seems to be in the wrong place."

The familiarity that didn't know where it came from faded away from his eyes, his fingers gently brushed the bright silver shimmer, and his dazed expression gradually subsided.

"Even if it's tricked me into wearing it on my ring finger, I won't recognize it."

His Majesty, who was close to perfection, rarely showed distress.

Yan Ce blinked and asked, "What are you talking about, Your Majesty? Does it have any special meaning?"

"..."

The sleeves of the black sacrificial uniform were too long, and only the fingers of His Majesty's arms were exposed. When the young man's voice fell, the fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, and it seemed that he was not as indifferent as he seemed.

"The level of pretense is too low."

Although she was admonishing, she couldn't deny the strange feeling just now, like being in a midsummer scene, and her mind was not as calm as it was at the beginning.

The emperor took a deep look at Yan Ce, and the deeper and deeper emotions over time made her unable to pretend to be ignorant, and regarded this emotion as a pure and beautiful mother-child relationship.

From the very beginning, she had no relationship with mother and child at all, but she ignored it at that time, and when she realized it...he had already come to her side.

Slowly, the woman's emotions calmed down, and her lips curled up on her beautiful and charming face.

The joy and distress of being no longer alone on the road are intertwined and entangled, and I don’t know which one will have a greater proportion, maybe the former?

"This ring, shouldn't it be a pair?"

Yan Ce's voice was faint, like asking, or talking to himself, and his eyes slanted to look at the ray of sunlight in the gap between the curtains.

"...!!!"

At this moment, His Majesty's white palm on his shoulder froze, his eyes reflected a slightly flustered color, but it lasted less than a second, his eyelashes fluttered lightly, and he closed his eyes, but after a short hesitation, he still looked straight at him. Yan policy.

With a special intention, a pair of rings were cast, and only one was given to Yan Ce, and the other, the emperor did not intend to let Yan Ce know of its existence, and issued a confidentiality order. The craftsman must keep it a secret until his death.

"How did you find out?"

she asked, frowning.

"Guess."

Yan Ce held her left hand, the soft touch seemed to spread in his heart, and said seriously: "So it is really a pair, do you want me to put it on for Your Majesty?"

In the next second, the hand was withdrawn.

"No need." She chuckled lightly, concealing the embarrassment she showed in front of the boy for the first time.

"That one, I plan to keep it as a souvenir until I enter the mausoleum with me, and I won't show it to anyone, but I don't want you to be able to guess it."

The emperor is purely for commemoration, but as far as the result is concerned, it will indeed make people think about it. The meaning of one and a pair of representatives is very different. Even His Majesty the emperor will feel embarrassed. She is of noble status. The emperor, but not a heterogeneous person who has abandoned the feelings of the vast majority of people.

Yan Ce said: "This should be called, the heart has a tacit understanding."

Then, the face was close to only a little distance, and the pupils clearly reflected His Majesty's lips opened a little, and then closed slightly, hanging the breathed water vapor.

Four eyes facing each other.

"Stop messing around, it's time to go back to the banquet in the royal court. I don't know how messed up my Xianyang main hall was by those officials who drowned in the wine vat."

She looked away, and ended the topic lightly, downplaying the hidden fact of "actually a pair of rings", so as not to make Yan Ce take another action that upset her.

"Find a palace room by yourself to rest for a while, and come back during the dinner."

"Oh, where do I sleep at night?"

"...The ring is a secret, and anyone who leaks it will be punished with severe punishment."

The emperor didn't answer Yan Ce's cautious question, he glanced back, and then left with a flick of his sleeves.

Walking through the corridor, touching his heart with his fingers, he let out a deep breath.

The heart does not lie.

Thinking of this, a wry smile on his lips seemed intriguing.

Fortunately, no one heard the conversation between her and him at this moment, otherwise, Wang Ting might make a lot of trouble tomorrow.

……

On the side, leaning against the old tree not far from the courtyard, with her back to the corridor, Miss Lingshi looked directly at the clear sky, where flowers bloomed and withered.

Put your hands behind your back and gently press your hips on the backs of your folded hands.

He raised his head, looked at it for a while, and hesitated for a while.