Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

A cool breeze poured in through the open window, and the long hair fluttered in the night, and the ends of the woman's hair brushed against his cheek.

Itchy.

Yan Ce felt unable to concentrate, and Ying Zheng was at least half of the responsibility.

Ying Zheng gently tangled her messy hair behind her ears, and after adjusting the boy's posture, she noticed the shameful gesture that was too intimate and embracing behind her back, and was slightly startled.

Pale golden pupils flashed a moment of panic.

But soon, she covered up this strange emotion, regained her usual calmness, coughed lightly and took a half step back as if nothing happened.

She looked at the boy's unremarkable, but unexpectedly attractive cheeks, and used a serious tone to cover up the little waves in her heart, and said, "You should hold the sword position for half an hour, and let your body remember it."

Half an hour is equal to an hour.

Although this solid wooden sword is more than one grade lighter than metal, it is at least one kilogram in weight. It is already very difficult to hold the sword down and hold on for an hour...

The sky is still visible, a student who was finally liberated from the college entrance examination and went through a life of college depravity, and his mental state is almost not good.

Yan Ce turned his head to the side and couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, you are taking revenge with malicious intent."

Hearing Yan Ce complaining, the King of Qin deceived himself as if he was deceiving himself that it was normal teaching just now, but he was too invested in forgetting that there is a difference between men and women.

The beautiful cheeks were filled with a faint embarrassing color. King Qin hooked his lips and said with a calm smile: "Why should the widow take revenge?"

"You've just--"

Her eyes reflected nervousness, she quickly interrupted Yan Ce, turned around and said coldly, "Another half an hour."

"..."

It's really hard to take advantage of this, and it's not something he actively wants to take!

Yan Ce's heart was already bursting with tears.

Time passed minute by minute, the plain white clouds became thicker and thicker, and there was no remnant of the rising sun again.

More than half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye.

Ying Zheng just stood by the window, staring at the clouds in the sky, turning his head from time to time to monitor this unscrupulous young man.

It is said that it is an hour, and it cannot be less at all.

Although Yan Ce was about to collapse from exhaustion, he still couldn't forget what Mr. Fang Caifei said to him. Is it a bit pitiful that this woman bears the notoriety of a courtier without her knowledge?

Holding his sword, he asked, "Now, my lord, may I ask a question?"

"Ask." She seemed a little angry, her voice was cold.

Yan Ce said implicitly: "If the king's ministers did evil things behind their backs, and others pushed it onto you, what would happen to you?"

She was stunned for a moment, then hooked her lips, and said lightly: "The general attacked the city and swept the land, killed the enemy and protected the country; the scribes made arrangements to govern the country and manage the country. In the end, the people of Qin would only praise the wise king of the king. Domineering, fighting in the market place, gentry monopolizing water sources, and occupying the land of the common people, in the end, the people of Qin will only scold the ignorant and foolish monarch."

"The widow is the king of Qin, so he has to bear praise or abuse for his subjects. This is the truth of being a king."

"Others misunderstood, but can't explain, I don't understand..."

Ying Zheng saw that the boy was still puzzled, his eyes were full of smiles, and he turned to look at the changes in the sky and said with emotion: "So, even if the widow tells you to listen to it, you will not know it. know."

Chapter 18 The servant has 30 seconds to arrive on the battlefield

In Qin Jiange, the atmosphere was a little dignified, Yan Ce could hear the deep emotion contained in the words of the woman not far away, and kept holding the sword and did not speak again.

The wide space fell into silence, and the copper leak at the corner made a precise "tick" sound, symbolizing the constant passage of time, and the hour of punishment was getting closer and closer.

Ying Zheng leaned against the edge of the window, seeing the relaxed look on the young man's face that he was finally about to be relieved, his eyes narrowed into a gap, and the corners of his mouth pursed.

She smiled lightly: "There's still half an hour."

"No, I counted it silently in my heart, how could there be such a long time!"

Yan Ce was going crazy. Even if there was an error, it would only be a few minutes at most. How could there be an extra hour of error.

The hand holding the sword is going numb, right?If it were put into modern times, Your Royal Highness Qin would have to revoke the teacher's qualification certificate for corporal punishment of the students.

She said lightly: "The widow said that there is still half an hour, that is, there is, and there is no harm in letting the body remember it earlier."

"Then it should be no... You are definitely lying."

Ying Zheng didn't deny it, just tilted his head slightly with a sly smile, and said, "The widow is for your own good."

Of course, a tiny part of it was because she wanted to spend more time with this fun kid.

"I can't, I really... can't hold it..."

Yan Ce held the wooden sword and knelt on the cold floor, her calf was sore and numb, every finger trembled slightly, sweat soaked her back, so weak that she could only bully the little girl's physical fitness, this The super-intensive exercise method is no longer a lack of consciousness, it is simply that the body can't bear it.

It can be expected that tomorrow will be able to lie in bed for a while.

The leather boots stepped on the slate, Ying Zheng walked calmly to the side of the young man, overlooking the young man who had not yet completed the punishment, and clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand.

She said, "The widow thinks that you still have spare power."

"nonexistent."

Tai A was slowly drawn out, and the light reflected on the flowing water pattern engraved on the sword body refracted the infiltrating cold light, just like she made a standard gesture when she pointed Yan Ce before.

For a moment, it seemed to freeze.