Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

It was already dawn, and there was a whitish tinge of fish belly. The maids and guards who were on duty were in a hurry, and there was no space to linger in the summer scenery.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Yan Ce faintly woke up, looked at the surrounding scenery in a daze, and sighed with some emotion, "So it wasn't a dream."

He also thought that when he woke up, everything would be restored, just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, no matter how real, he could not escape the fate of waking up.

After being silent for a while, Yan Ce looked down and saw the quilt covering him. Although he slept soundly, his mind clearly remembered that he was just lying on the quilt. Qian Ying, it's probably clear what happened.

In order not to violate her words and deeds, and to give the boy a sense of belonging, King Qin just gave the bed to the boy and covered him with a quilt, while he slept on the desk to rest.

This kind of serious attitude is too rare, and it is very handsome.

Yan Ce grabbed the soft quilt with both hands, and an inexplicable warmth arose in his heart. This was the rhythm of being attacked.

Putting on the cumbersome dark clothes and stepping on the floor lightly, Yan Ce quietly approached Qin Wangzheng and carefully observed the delicate face of this woman.

Her breath was long and soothing, and the corners of King Qin's mouth twitched slightly when he entered the dreamland, like a grand scene dreaming of the fulfillment of his wish. The beautiful face was a little less arrogant and majestic, and a little more gentle as an ordinary woman.

Yan Ce slightly clarified the chaotic timeline in his mind. The current time should be when Qin ate the most difficult country of Zhao, and after Jing Ke failed to stab Qin, he gave His Highness Qin a reason to send troops to crusade. In a few years, the era of Daqin will be ushered in, and perhaps this process will be accelerated.

His Royal Highness King Qin is destined to become the supreme emperor and the most honorable person in the world. I wonder if she will change her original intention when she steps to the top, but the current King Qin, beauty is beautiful, more of a kind of stubborn cuteness Well, and not good at showing cold kindness in front of people.

Yan Ce knelt on the opposite side of the desk and looked at Ying Zheng carefully.

At this moment, her beautiful brows were slightly wrinkled, her lips were slightly open and she whispered meaningless characters, and then she stretched out her tongue and licked the dry cherry lips. Alluring.

thump... thump...

Heart rate increases.

Yan Ce pursed his lips and carefully observed His Royal Highness King Qin. Although he didn't do anything bad to King Qin, a trace of nervousness was inevitably born in his heart, but he couldn't bear to look away.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, went to Hainan to eat jackfruit for a long time...

The young man meditated on the messy Buddhist scriptures in an attempt to calm his restless heart, but he lowered his head and saw the woman's sleeping profile through the slightly messy hair, and his eyes were completely inseparable.

It was really a split second, and even if Sakyamuni came to him personally.

Her slender eyelashes blinked lightly, but finally calmed down, and her eyes never opened.

There are only two people left in the Qin Palace, which means that if something crosses the line, such as letting the arrogant His Royal Highness hold the corners of his skirt to reveal a large piece of snow-white skin, and a shy expression on his cheeks, it should be normal... ... a ghost!

Not to mention the violation of the moral bottom line, it is more likely to be killed.

Yan Ce shook his head abruptly, hurriedly discarded the miscellaneous thoughts, calmed down a little, and forced his head to turn out of the window, looking at the rising early summer morning sun, his cheeks were slightly hot.

"Summer is really hot."

"kindness……"

The woman who was lying in front of the desk let out a snort, slowly opened her eyes that were a little blurry due to her early awakening, and held her chin. Sour numbness.

The next moment, she saw the young man kneeling in front of the desk. The young man's cheeks were rosy under the first ray of light from the morning sun.

"What are you looking at?"

Bending down to pick up the fallen booklet, Ying Zheng stretched his waist lazily, smiled lightly, and asked the boy beside him.

Yan Ce's gaze avoided His Royal Highness Qin's impressive face, and he said earnestly, "Look at the scenery today."

"So focused, the weather seems to be fine today."

After Ying Zheng finished speaking with a smile, he got up and straightened the black robe he was wearing. His fingers ran across the soft and precious fabric to smooth out the folds. The thin shirt drew a perfect curve.

Yan Ce was a little lost and replied subconsciously, "Yes, it's very beautiful."

pretty?

Can the weather be described as beautiful?

Ying Zheng was stagnant for a moment, then raised his head and asked suspiciously, "Well—? Pretty?"

Yan Ce immediately recovered from his absent-mindedness, and explained awkwardly, "No, that, I mean the weather is fine and it is suitable for going out for an outing."

"Oh?"

Ying Zheng deftly crossed the desk, stepped on the silk and satin on the ground, and stood beside the boy. She was a centimeter or two taller than the boy, and she was considered quite tall among women.

She leaned down slightly to be at eye level with the boy, wanting to see what kind of grand scene could make the child talk nonsense.

What is reflected in the pupils is that the floating clouds are gradually closing to cover the rising morning sun, and the faint moon shadow can be seen vaguely.

The clear clouds enveloped the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and the cuckoos on the ancient branches wailed mournfully, as if foreshadowing that the torrential rain would soon overturn.

No matter how you look at it, it can't look like the weather is good.

Ying Zheng's cheeks were about ten centimeters away from the youth, and the color of doubts between his brows became more intense. He pointed to the gloomy sky outside the window, and said with a smile, "This is the weather you said is suitable for outing, so it is possible that you want to trick the widow to go out and get wet again. Back to the palace?"

It is said to be complaining, but the words are full of slightly playful ridicule.

This soft tone is too foul.

After coughing twice, Yan Ce maintained an even more embarrassed smile, not knowing what to say at all, "Maybe the weather just now was pretty...beautiful."

Ying Zheng didn't notice that the scene Yan Ce was talking about was herself, but she could see that the boy was not malicious, so she simply didn't bother about this issue, although she thought it was interesting to embarrass the child.

She said, "Forget it, the widow won't delve into it. It's too early for the court meeting. Then you should practice swordsmanship with the widow first, and then go to play with her after Fusu wakes up."

When it came to "playing", Ying Zheng paused, she could imagine the scene of Fu Su lying on the bed and sleeping dishonestly now, a daughter who is not grown up.