Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

real? !

She was silent for a long, long time, trying her best to conceal her insignificant panic, and broke free from the boy's hand, a cold color gradually appeared on her beautiful and majestic appearance.

Yan Ce pecked lightly without violating the rules, and a light kiss on the side of the face can't mean anything, so it's not too much, nor unacceptable.

but--

Could it be that Yan Ce can still regard kissing as an innocent child.

Maybe she should reassess the danger of this child, or she should not simply treat him as an ordinary child.

"Is this the reward you asked for?"

Looking at the somewhat contented young man, Ying Zheng wiped the marks on his side face casually, his pupils turned cold.

"Since you have chosen to be engaged to Fusu, do you still want to do such a boring thing?"

The corners of Yan Ce's mouth couldn't help but rise, he had been tricked until he was about to become a son, and finally he was able to counterattack and perform a backstab crit, and he couldn't help but feel a kind of "Wow, my God, I defeated the whole world" satisfaction.

Recalling the soft touch of the corners of the lips just now, the originally depressed mood reached MAX in an instant, and the beating frequency of the heart increased by at least ten percent.

It's a damn sweet feeling, so good.

He subconsciously licked the corner of his lips, looked up and said seriously: "I think this is very profitable."

This may be the most thrilling and adventurous thing he has done during this period of time. He looked at the indifferent Ying Zheng. The sudden embrace and kiss just now did not seem to have caused any violent fluctuations in her.

At least, he decided to do what he can do now, without leaving any regrets.

"..."

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, and then showed an indifferent expression.

It was the reward she said was within the scope of acceptance, so the mood was somewhat confused.

She said lightly: "There will be no second time."

"The widow treats this as if it never happened, and you have not committed any acts of blasphemy against the king. Seal this secret in the depths of your memory...don't tell anyone."

"……kindness."

Yan Ce slowly got up from the floor, and seeing King Qin's obvious warning, he probably knew that the other party cared more or less, if he didn't care, he just pretended nothing happened.

Just now, the hot blood made the move to conquer the world. Now that I think about it, I feel a little bit scared. If she directly said that she went beyond the allowed range, it would be a lot of fun. I'm afraid she didn't want to go into a pot and a bunch of vegetables for a sauna or something. .

And this matter must not be told to other people, no matter who is told, it will explode in an instant, and the start is the horror level of the Tunguska explosion.

After a while, Yan Ce seemed to catch the loophole in Ying Zheng's words, and asked curiously, "Being engaged doesn't mean getting married, right?"

"Are you... intending to disappoint the widow's daughter?"

Ying Zheng's expression was a bit complicated, and he said coldly: "Engagement does not mean marriage, but when the day of marriage really comes, if you dare to escape marriage, the widow will kill you with his own hands."

"However, before that, the widows need to get rid of all the henchmen of Han Ting Chaos."

"All the evidence points to the assassin belonging to the Yan Kingdom——Gongzi Ce. According to the testimony of the captured rebel nobles, this is completely confirmed, so can you stop causing trouble for me?"

I turned out to be so powerful, the boy thought.

The CEO of the Assassin Organization of the Yan State, if he thinks about using this name in the future, he feels a little handsome. If it wasn’t for the cheating country of the Yan Kingdom, it would be perfect. The Yan Country is too cheating, almost from top to bottom I can't see any normal people, one by one.

The young man who regained his composure thought for a while, although Han Ting Daluan tricked him a bit, the problem should not be serious.

To be honest, the teenager wasn't really involved in any of that at all.

The chaos in Han Ting led to the failure of destroying Yan, which should not be directly related to him. Unfortunately, his status as a poor unlucky son doomed him to be unable to escape the self-destructive attacks of Yan's second and fifth sons.

Like Mr. Fei, even though she did not contribute to South Korea, the county system she advocated was criticized by conservatives as deviant due to the Han Ting rebellion, which led to the entire reformers in the Royal Court being attacked by conservatives.

Because the reformists were criticized for being weak, and Miss Tingwei chose to win over the son Ce due to a misunderstanding, a series of chain reactions were almost all caused by the issue of identity.

He frowned, put aside the serious and complicated topic of struggle, raised his eyes and asked seriously: "After I move away, can I move back?"

"..."

Ying Zheng was silent for a while, stretching out his hand to stroke the boy's side face habitually, but halfway through the stretch, he stopped in mid-air, retracted silently, turned sideways and stared at the clouds and clouds in the sky, his expression became more complicated .

"Go and pack up and prepare to move out."

She paused.

Numerous difficult problems that needed to be carefully considered flashed through her mind, and she was unable to make a decisive decision now, and sighed softly: "As for the future, we will talk about it later."

Yan Ce nodded, expressing his understanding.

Faced with the need to fight in the royal court, but also to properly arrange the future of her daughter and the boy, the effort she needs to put in must be too huge to measure.

He can still afford to wait.

In front of the half-open window, Ying Zheng sighed softly, raised his hand to pull his soft hair behind his ears, and the afternoon sun shone on his delicate, artwork-like profile.

The afternoon sun leaked over Ying Zheng's body, as if covered with a layer of pale golden gauze, she finally showed a faint smile, as if she was relieved of something.

Yan Ce carefully imprinted each picture-like beauty in his brain, and asked hesitantly, "Your face seems a little..."

Is it the blush reflected by the sun?

It's breathtakingly beautiful.