Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Mayflies live and die, and people are only a hundred years old. Compared with the eternal universe, they are all passers-by, but passers-by have the right to choose to leave some traces of their existence, even if they have no merits. Telling legends, but it should also be remembered by heaven and earth."

"Their achievements were even admired by the former ruler of Qin State and admired by thousands of Qin people. Even if they are the mortal enemies of Qin, they should not be forgotten."

She raised her eyes, and her golden pupils shone with sparkling starlight, which was so beautiful that she was soul-stirring.

"The widow believes that one day, the king's rule of Qin will change the turbulent times measured in hundreds of years. Even if the hatred rooted in the bone cannot be resolved in the end, the six kingdoms will have to endure for the widow until the widow is in power. The day the widow was buried in the mausoleum."

As she said that, a hint of slyness flashed in her eyes, "On that day, the hoped-for future should also grow up."

"The nobles of the Six Nations will continue to endure until the day they die of old age."

"My lord, I understand."

Tingwei bowed her head respectfully. At this moment, she still did not agree with Ying Zheng's ideas and practices. She was a little naive, but it didn't affect her admiration. But tyrants are not necessarily worse than Ming Jun, Ren Jun, and Xian Jun.

Even with a more bloody and simple and effective method, Wang still chose to use a long time to slowly smooth out the blood feud entangled in the troubled times.

Therefore, she has no right to change the king's will, so she can only implement it to the end. This is her life's business is in Xianyang, and she cannot give up.

Tingwei sighed and sorted out the booklet he had already memorized.

At this time, Ying Zheng put down his pen and said, "It's getting late."

Tingwei finally heard what she had been waiting for for a long time, and said a little excitedly: "The minister will not disturb the rest of the king."

The moment Yu Yin fell, Ting Wei immediately got up, bent down and stepped back towards the palace gate respectfully.

"Wait."

"Your Majesty, there is still something to order..."

Tingwei carefully observed Qin Wangzheng's expression, and there was something wrong in his heart, maybe he wanted to kill someone.

Ying Zheng lightly wiped the dust off his cuffs, and said nonchalantly, "Tonight, the house attendant is not doing his due diligence, the room is very dark."

Tingwei thought for a while, then bent down deeply and saluted, "Yes, the room is so dark that the minister can't see the surroundings clearly."

Ying Zheng nodded, "Well, let's go out."

"promise."

Walking outside the hall, Tingwei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and even his tone revealed a somewhat relaxed tone.

survived.

……

……

As for the quilt wrapped tightly around the king, it was night again when the boy who was sleeping in her scent woke up, Yan Ce opened his eyes hazy, feeling that his routine of work and rest had completely changed into the shape of Ying Zheng. .

"woke up?"

Ying Zheng leaned on her chin, her eyes fixed on Fu Su's coming-of-age ceremony arrangement, the moment the boy woke up, she didn't lift her head, just asked.

"Well, I'm still a little sleepy."

The young man yawned, rubbed the quilt a little, then got off the bed, stepped on the silk and satin laid on the floor, and walked to the case beside Ying Zheng. , continue to copy.

He could memorize it without a word. In the next two days, he might have provided all the bamboo slips sold in Xianyang. It really felt like this was the sprint stage of returning to high school.

Yan Ce turned his head in a daze and asked, "Sister Zheng...Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the cold food on her desk, and said lightly, "There is food on the desk."

"Oh……"

Yan Ce calmly moved to the woman's side as usual, leaned on her shoulder, looked down at Junxiu's seal characters, and then resolutely squeezed with King Qin on a desk. "

The boy picked up the chopsticks and ate the delicious food quietly, his elbow rubbed against the woman's arm inadvertently, Ying Zheng frowned, and his slender feet moved a little distance to the side, giving the boy enough space Eating space.

The young man blinked, and moved a little bit closer to Sister Zheng who looked indifferent, "It tastes pretty good, won't you eat it?"

"I have eaten." She said coldly, "The widow said, don't make a sound when eating."

"kindness."

Yan Ce continued to swallow the food in his mouth. As the hunger in his stomach gradually disappeared, the EQ gentleman who had been offline for a long time finally came online.

He suddenly realized an important problem.

It seemed that the name just wasn't quite right, and she didn't seem to reprimand it.

Could it be that the progress bar has risen?

He asked tentatively, "Sister Zheng, do you really not eat?"

"Young Master Ce, what should you call a widow?"

Ying Zheng's tone turned slightly cold, and he turned his head impatiently.

"Kings……"

Well, the progress is zero, the favorability has never increased at all, it is just an illusion.

Yan Ce continued to clean the food on the table, completely unaware that the tableware and chopsticks were all reserved for Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng did not deliberately remind him.

Chapter 65 No copying this time