Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"That's what you meant to say just now."

Ying Zheng put on a black coat and a pair of exquisite boots, listening to the sound of wind and songs.

"It's very important to live. People will grow old, whether they are princes, generals, or traffickers, so what? They can live in sobriety and chaos for decades."

Passing her fingers through the boy's soft hair, she set her sights on the old figure walking towards Xianyang Palace alone.

"After all, people return to the soil, to the rivers and rivers. Some people have passed through in peace, and no one even remembers being there. Some people buried their bones in the battlefield at a young age, but there are people who have never met before. , People are different."

"Glory and dignity, some people regard it as something more precious than life, while others regard it as the capital of survival, and regard those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness as fools."

"The widow doesn't want to change you. I just want to say that living is a very difficult thing in itself, but it is not difficult to choose a different way of living."

This chicken soup is... well, to be honest, it's quite delicious.

Yan Ce leaned against the railing and smiled, closed his eyes lightly, and pretended to ask unintentionally, "Is it okay if I choose the king?"

"Eh... eh?"

Ying Zheng lost his mind for a moment.

Sounds like something is wrong.

It shouldn't be that the young man was thoughtful, or moved so hard to read and study, why the topic turned to her again.

Yan Ce frowned, and continued to be full of longing and longing for "alive", slowly approaching the woman, smelling the sweet smell on her body.

"For example, simply study with the king... knowledge that is not recorded in the slips, cuddling with each other under the tree without thinking, recalling bits and pieces of the past."

"So you can—"

"Your Majesty, Old General Wang is asking to see you."

Just when Yingzheng was a little flustered, Miss Lingshi just found a reason to emerge from the shadows to stop Yan Ce's pig-footed behavior of "having His Highness Fusu and coveting the King of Qin".

Yan Ce opened his eyes, an impulse to strangle Lingshi surged up from his chest, and stared at the cold sunny smiling face.

Although she was smiling, Miss Lingshi's eyes showed a bit of indifference and gratitude. She seemed to have endured for a long time and successfully blocked an unexpected surprise attack in due course.

"Ye An, Your Highness Young Master Ce."

Miss Lingshi saluted meekly. As for the dirty title of Princess Yan on weekdays, she must not pollute the king's ears.

An you Pippi shrimp! ! !

As soon as you confess affectionately, you jump out of the corner to make trouble, do you have any grudges!The hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of taking one's wife away!Do you dare to wait for me to confess before jumping out.Please give me one more second, and I will pay you back the nightmare of your life, and make you cry and faint in the toilet for the rest of your life.

After a long silence, Yan Ce grinned with an ugly smile, "Ye An, idiot... Fu Xi Ling."

The conscientious and loyal Miss Dog met the boy with a smile, like a close comrade-in-arms, colleague, partner, and mortal enemy standing under the "one win policy" policy.

Then, he wished to immediately cause the other party to die beyond redemption.

As the saying goes, the one who knows you best is your enemy. Miss Lingshi has already read all the information and records about Yan Ce in the Wang court. She even remembers how many glasses of water she drank in her youth life. She wants to blaspheme the king behind her back. , or go home and honestly hold His Highness Fusu and cry.

Chapter 120 Nine

For a moment, heavy footsteps stepped on the stone steps, and a solemn voice flowed in the air. Ying Zheng raised his eyes and turned to look at the slightly hunched figure.

Aging is really distressing, no matter how to avoid it, it will eventually come as scheduled.

"Old General Wang..."

Ying Zheng nodded respectfully to the heavily armed old man.

The old man was taking increasingly difficult steps, Yan Ce really wanted to help him with his own hands, but was stopped by Lingshi, the seal of Fuxi, who raised his hand and Miss Lingshi glanced at the boy indifferently, without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, the subject is back."

The hero is late, even if he straightens his chest, speaks generously, and gathers energy, he is still not as good as the younger generation. The old man saluted calmly and greeted the king immediately.

In the past, the general who flew and swiftly stirred up the situation on the battlefield was old, but he was not depressed or depressed, but he was not reconciled.

I have never been to the mountains and rivers, but I am old and live longer than most people. No matter how unwilling to admit it, the supreme commander of the Qin State is still old. There is only one last time to lead the army. It is reasonable to live at this age. There should be nothing to dislike at home with grandchildren...

I don't want to lose to young people.

I don't want to spend the last moment of my life on the sick bed.

... aging is really distressing.

A sigh passed by in a trance.

The old man's turbid and deep eyes lowered respectfully, and he said calmly: "Your Majesty, the military report has been sent to Xianyang in advance, can you read it?"

"En." Ying Zheng nodded, "It was an unquestionable victory. Destroyed the Yan State and wiped out the remaining Zhao State forces, unified the north, and I should celebrate the victory as a general."

"Unfortunately, the minister is old."

Complex meanings are reflected in the words.

Old and nearly useless.

It probably means this.

The solemn old man was silent for a long time after he finished speaking, then quietly raised his head to look up at the slightly stunned Wang.

It was supposed to be victory, but it was as quiet as failure, without any hint of joy.