Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"All questions are not questions. I, I, are just asking if you want to."

"..."

Yan Ce lowered his eyes, slowly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and retracted it.

Emperor, he was moved.

With the status of emperor, he can make the direction of the country more clear, and he no longer has to argue with ministers about some things. From feudalism to steam, technological explosion, and rapid advancement to modern times, he may be able to condense a thousand years into one or two century.

It is not impossible to click on the technology tree step by step now, but every step is like walking on thin ice, and he is not sure whether he will walk to the other side or fall into the abyss.

It's a dilemma again, isn't there any excellent option in the world that I want all of them?

"I failed His Majesty's expectations."

Yan Ce let out a deep breath, and rejected the alluring option.

"Sure enough, is that so..."

The emperor restrained his smile, and at the same time withdrew his hand. As she said just now, she will not force Yan Ce to make a choice, just do as she pleases.

"You have your own set of principles. If one day you really ascend to the throne of God, you will be jealous of evil. If you refuse, it will be a good thing for you. This sudden choice must surprise you, and it's also my fault that I didn't think it through."

As she said this, Yan Ce didn't speak, and was silent for a while.

"..." He raised his head and said, "If I choose the throne, will His Majesty really treat me as a prince?"

"It's a secret."

The indifferent expression faded from the majestic cheeks, Ying Zheng held up the young man's fingers and stroked the ring lightly, his eyes were deep and complex.

"When Fusu ascended the throne, she will be considered to be alone. Although there are twists and turns, there will always be a result. Only you... I don't know how to judge your merits and demerits."

"I don't deny it, when I heard the temptation of you willing to give up the throne, I... was a little moved."

The emperor noticed Yan Ce's slightly raised eyebrows, sighed softly, held and hugged Yan Ce with his raised hands, and pressed his soft chest against his chin. The warmth of this moment.

However, it has not been broken yet.

"..."

Yan Ce's mood inevitably dropped.

He wanted to cooperate with the emperor to have a baby, but his status was forcibly reduced to a prince. From the initial pure love of siblings, he directly degenerated into a special play of mother and child. The emperor was moved, but he was unlikely to accept a more terrifying relationship.

This relationship is so cold that it will be chaotic to watch again and again!

With a little force, the young man stroked the emperor's back, bringing them closer to each other. With a slight movement, a small piece of whiteness exposed by the messy collar came into his eyes, and a subtle feeling filled his heart.

"It's hard for me to respond to your thoughts, can you... understand?"

Feeling Yan Ce's small movements as if to vent her emotions, she leaned against the railing, wrapped her arms around his waist, and let the young man make some moderate movements on her body.

"……Um."

Fingers fiddled with the long hair and touched the delicate skin of the neck, a little cautiously, but soon, with her tacit approval, the action was a little bold, and gradually, from unfamiliar to skilled.

In order to let His Majesty give up a little bit of guilt, Yan Ce worked very hard to cooperate with the emperor's acquiescence.

"I wonder if you will be patient and assist Fusu to achieve a great cause in the future. You obviously got along well at the beginning, but now you have turned into a tyrant and disorderly minister."

A generation of Confucian tyrant Fusu, and a generation of rebellious minister Yan Ce who aided the tyrants in abuse. It is conceivable that if they can really cooperate, many people in Xianyang City will not be able to sleep at night.

She caressed the familiar face of the young man, revealing the faint helplessness hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Since when did the education policy become so biased that she didn't even know it.

Moreover, the true thoughts of the young man in his arms were even more of a headache for her. A gap torn on the steel shell seemed to expand with a faint reluctance. Thinking of this, the emperor stopped thinking in time, and his expression changed. become more and more complicated.

The more ambiguous intimate posture has completely deviated from the relationship that the prince and the emperor should maintain.

And it shouldn't be ethically allowed.

Your Majesty, I want to play games with you in bed...

Facts have proved that human beings are magical creatures full of imagination. Yan Ce already belongs to the type with poor imagination, but now forced by the situation, he has no choice but to conceive this scene.

Yan Ce closed his eyes, ignoring the more exciting and bad thoughts, carefully melting the distance from his "mother" heart.

"..."

What a peaceful world.

Although it seems to be a small compensation for losing the throne, it cannot be called the taboo contact that a mother and child should have in any other perspective.

Ying Zheng calmly moved away the boy's increasingly excessive hand, straightened the folds on his chest, and sighed, "Have you played enough?"

"Fortunately."

The gloomy breath was swept away, and Yan Ce answered honestly, but his clenched fingers did not loosen, but his fingers were intertwined even tighter.

Ying Zheng relaxed a little, didn't break free, and didn't try again. Although there was something strange in his heart, it wasn't disgust.

She said, "Now, let's talk about your trespassing investigation by the Prison Division."

Yan Ce asked more "honestly": "Isn't it over?"

"It is indeed over." She nodded and said with a smile: "Fusu's crimes have been covered by you, but your crimes have not. Since I have rejected the throne, I don't want to be too partial."