Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

next moment.

finger touch.

She took the initiative to hold the boy's hand.

"What else are you thinking about?"

The Supreme Master of Qin Court glanced at Yan Ce's shocked expression and turned his head helplessly.

"... Now go to prepare for the engagement with Fusu in the afternoon. Don't forget the etiquette that the widow taught you. This is a royal engagement, and it should not be treated as a joke."

"Oh well."

This seems to be the first time.

She took the initiative a little bit.

Yan Ce swallowed, and looked at the hands held by the two. It could be understood as mother and child, or as elder and junior, and of course it could be understood as... No matter what kind of understanding it is, it seems that they are ashamed of classmate Fusu sense of immorality.

Ying Zheng and the boy's fingers were lightly hooked together, and they walked out of the bedroom one after the other.

Chapter 110 Three Unpleasant Engagement

Outside Qin Palace, a whole team of heavily armed elite soldiers kept a close watch on the surroundings in the highest alert state, and there were special personnel guarding every ten feet to prevent any emergencies from happening.Just like that, the king of Qin, dressed in a luxurious dress, took the boy's hand and walked towards the center of the main meeting place of the king's court.

Yingzheng's gown is different from the neutral formal black dark gown. It is similar to a short gown and long skirt gown. Dragon patterns woven with golden threads are interlaced, and a pure white silk single gown is wrapped inside. , the sun shines through the unlined clothing, almost reflecting the delicate collarbone.

"Remember the etiquette process, don't miss anything." Wang Dandan asked.

"I know, I remember everything I said just now."

Yan Ce nodded, opened his palm and carefully supported the woman's slender and beautiful fingers, and gently pressed his thumb on the skin of the back of her hand, as gentle as holding a treasure.

"Look, that's it, isn't it?"

"……kindness."

There was an inexplicable strange color in Ying Zheng's eyes, which was covered in his eyes in an instant, and he withdrew his hand coldly.

"I'm about to get engaged to you, so don't say anything casually in the future, especially to Fusu."

Yan Ce looked up suspiciously and asked, "What specific words are you referring to?"

"Think for yourself."

Walking in the forest path of Wangting Garden, Ying Zheng's pace is slightly half a step faster than the young man's. In addition, she is a little taller than the young man, which naturally creates the feeling that Yan Ce is completely in a weak position.

just now.

Holding hands normally.

"Don't hold it so tight."

she said so.

"kindness."

The soft and gentle touch is superb, and it feels like it can last a lifetime.

Yan Ce took a few deep breaths, restraining the terrible nervous thoughts, and brushed her palm with his fingers, soft.

Relax.

Relax again.

……

Relax failed.

I don't know why, his brain is empty, and the wind seems to blow away even the function of controlling strength, so he can only stick to the woman's hand stiffly, experiencing the soft touch between the king's fingers.

Yan Ce just raised his head to look up at the sky to calm down, but it happened to affect those slightly puzzled pupils, and the boy was stunned for a moment.

"Are you nervous?"

Ying Zheng turned his head indifferently, his eyes showing a look of helplessness.

You are sending me to get engaged to your daughter, and now you are holding the hand of your son-in-law, how can you make this child who is full of fantasies about the king not nervous.

"..."

Yan Ce didn't answer, but silently tightened her hands, looking at her outfit today from the corner of her eye.

The beautiful woman reflected in the pupils, although the first impression is the extreme sense of oppression, remove this layer of majesty and indifference to outsiders, she is actually a gentle woman.

Even if you occasionally do some unruly little moves, it shouldn't be a problem, and it's okay to go too far, and you shouldn't get stabbed a few times.

Wanting this, Yan Ce's nervous mood calmed down a little.

A real hand in hand.

So gentle that he didn't want to let go, the young man quietly put his fingers through Wang Baibai's, and upgraded the hand-holding to interlocking, more intimate than usual.

Yan Ce let out a long sigh of relief, looked down at the hands that were tightly pressed together, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"..."

Ying Zheng frowned, glanced at the young man, did not say anything to stop him, but calmly endured the boy's self-assertion.