Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Let's do it first."

The black-haired woman slowly closed her eyes and gave a final judgment, and there is no need to continue discussing this matter.

The maid gave Yan Ce a deep look, then lowered her head gloomily and replied, "This minister will sort everything out."

Ying Zheng looked back at the young man, reflecting on whether this decision would be too reckless, frowned, and finally did not say anything to go back on his words.

This is cohabitation...

Yan Ce stared at this beautiful His Royal Highness King Qin, and his heart beat faster.

Chapter 14 The night we lived together

It was night, the stars in the sky shone with faint light, and a gust of wind from nowhere swept away the last remnants of the late spring. Summer came, and the cold air in early summer penetrated the gap along the window and sent it into Qin Wangzheng's bedroom. .

In this bedroom, which was piled full of books, soft lights illuminated the entire room.

Ying Zheng led the young man into her bedroom. All the arrangements were as if no one had moved when she left. The woman in green hurried past the two of them, bent over to fill the lamp with oil, and saw that the flames had grown a little. He turned to Ying Zheng and bowed respectfully and retired.

"Your Majesty, this minister will retire first."

Ying Zheng nodded and said, "Yes."

The green-clothed woman raised her head and stared at Yan Ce like a warning. The hostility in her eyes was so strong that she couldn't retreat, but this expression lasted for less than half a second before returning to Gujing Wubo's indifference and slowly retreating from the Qin Palace. .

At this moment, only Qin Wangzheng and Yan Ce were left in the palace.

Yan Ce rudely looked around at the decorations in the Qin Palace, which had the atmosphere of a private library. The air was filled with a faint fragrance of ink. In short, it seemed completely different from the warm colors of women in his impression.

The inner house is almost used to handle government affairs, and the bookshelves are stacked with bamboo slips.

Ying Zheng walked to one of the bookshelves, and lightly stroked the wrong gold runes used for markings on the bookshelves between his fingers, apparently looking for a certain scroll of bamboo slips.

The delicate face showed a thoughtful look, and there was an indescribable intelligence in the beauty. After carefully searching, she took out a scroll of books that were so old that they had turned yellow, and turned around to see Yan Ce froze. Doubtful eyes cast.

Ying Zheng hooked his lips and said with a smile, "Didn't you just say that you were too tired to fall asleep, but now you're in the widow's bedroom and still haven't rested, what are you doing?"

"It looks like there's just one bed here."

Yan Ce suddenly came back to his senses, and awkwardly pointed to the only bed in Nei She, although it was big enough to sleep two people, it was impossible to sleep on the same bed.

Ying Zheng looked at the shy boy, couldn't help but feel prank, and said with a chuckle, "Well, there is only one, so what?"

His Royal Highness King Qin, you must understand now that I am a normal teenager in every way. This is too tempting, and the atmosphere has begun to cheer in a charming direction, and it will never return!

Seeing the black-haired woman's teasing mouth, Yan Ce couldn't help but say, "Is there any extra bedding, I'll just sleep on the floor."

The corner of Ying Zheng's mouth became more and more full of smiles. He glanced at Yan Ce and seemed to think that the shyness of the young man made her long and lonely time more interesting.

"Excessive? The widow has lived alone in the Qin Palace for many years, so how could they prepare extra bedding? Well, don't bother, if you want to sleep, you can just sleep on the widow's bed."

After she finished speaking, she took off her long boots, pure white socks wrapped around her slender feet, two fingers gently lifted the corner of the hem, revealing her clean legs on the inside, her pure black clothes and fair skin on her thighs. A bright color difference is formed, and the legs are bent and the upper body is straightened, and the upper body is kneeling on the cushion of the bookcase.

Brief exhibition.

Ying Zheng held his chin, and he carefully wrote a line of seal characters with a pen in his hand. He seemed to be preparing to work all night. It was almost dawn, and there was not much difference between sleeping and not sleeping. for a while.

Yan Ce, who had been left to the side by His Royal Highness King Qin, stared at the woman's figure for a while, but Ying Zheng never looked up again, his serious look seemed to have a fatal temptation, Yan Ce sat on her seat. She looked at the bedside for a long time, until she was so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

Vaguely, I could smell the faint fragrance in the bedding, which seemed to be the smell left by His Royal Highness King Qin.

Yan Ce couldn't help but have a glamorous fantasy, her cheeks flushed unconsciously, but it didn't take long for her eyelids to open, and her consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took.

There are many more annotations on the tablet.

Ying Zheng stretched her sore shoulders, and her eyes, which were different from ordinary people, were shining brightly through the window.

The sun and the moon alternated, the vicissitudes of life, the voice of the ancestors seemed to echo in her ears, and the distant memories drifted away. It was the obsession of the ancestors of all dynasties, a prayer for hundreds of years, and this prayer did not rely on With God's blessing, it is people.

Time will not be far away.

She wrote hard on the last bamboo slip:

May all the bright colors illuminate Qin soil

After the last stroke of the book, she raised her eyes and looked at the boy's face sleeping peacefully while hugging the quilt.

I can fall asleep in this awkward position, and it seems that I am really tired.

The strange sleeping posture made her frown, and finally she shook her head and rolled her lips into a faint smile.

She put away the scroll, took off the heavy sword from her waist and placed it in the center of the desk, got up and walked slowly to Yan Ce's side.

"Don't even take off your clothes, so don't you worry about contracting the cold when you sleep? What a careless child." Ying Zheng's cheeks showed a trace of undetectable distress, but the soft voice did not wake the sleeping teenager.

She stretched one hand over the boy's leg, the other under his armpit, and gently placed the boy in the center of the bed, with the quilt covering his chest.

The black-haired woman who was destined to step on the pinnacle of power couldn't help but flash through the minds of today's events, and the numerous scenes reappeared one after another.

Ying Zheng looked at the young man with a slightly complicated expression. Even if she accepted Li Si's exhortation letter, she still hoped that the power in the future could be fully controlled by the Qin people. .

Could it be that when she entrusted this country to Fusu, she also had to let the capable ministers and generals who had the threat to be buried in Huangquan together?A monarch who can't even control his ministers, it is time for this country to perish.

She stroked the boy's sleeping cheek with her right hand, and said with emotion, "It would be great if it were Qin people."

Chapter 15 The weather is...beautiful