Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

A sergeant accidentally stepped on the mechanism on the deck. After the pleasant artistic sound, the world fell silent.

Only the sound of startled seabirds remained.

Mo Zhong touched his chin and said: "When the equivalent is not enough to solve the problem, the landmine can help you solve all the problems."

Chapter 350 Five Late Sleeping Birds Get Worms

The news that Xiang Yan was on the road spread throughout Kyushu, and the last military power that the nobles of the six countries relied on was wiped out with Yan Ce's series of despicable and shameless plots. It is in the shape of Qin, one who is about to spread his legs, please take pity on him.

The nobles who entrusted these two countries to fight against Qin basically planned to wash up and go to sleep.

Since you can't resist, you can just lie down and enjoy it. At least Young Master Yan is from the Six Kingdoms, not from Qin. After Qin Wangzheng abdicates, it is not particularly unacceptable for Young Master Yan to coerce the king to order the world. thing.

As a result, all eyes on this land once again focused on that young man.

Xianyang, the meeting hall of Qin Palace.

"It's rare, but you actually want to hide in the palace for refuge."

Ying Zheng saw the young man who was lying on her soft bed and refused to get up, with a helpless and gentle smile on his face. She straightened her black hair that was hanging down, her slightly loose casual clothes were neat and solemn, and her snow-white slender legs stepped on her legs. On the floor, walk to the side of the bed.

"Are you so tired?"

She bent down, with a hint of curiosity in her expression, staring at the boy's sleepy face, and pinning the hair on the boy's forehead with her fingers, the small movement made the boy's eyes slightly open, and then saw that it was the king. Closed again.

Immediately, Ying Zheng stretched the quilt on the boy's body forward, covering his shoulders, and gently pressed his hips against the side of the bed, which did not affect Yan Ce's light sleep.

Accompanied by getting closer, she feels that she and Yan Ce are not like a complete relationship between elders and juniors, but more like friends, but they have built trust beyond ordinary friends. He has proved the fruits of his efforts time and time again, if Not always with other thoughts in mind, Ying Zheng thinks that it doesn't matter even if Yan Ce is adopted as a foster son.

From a legal point of view, even adopted sons are eligible to inherit the throne. Of course, this is only in theory, and there is no room for manipulation. Besides, she is very relieved of Yan Ce.

Loyalty and responsibility are beyond doubt.

As for the idea of ​​adopting him as a adopted son at first, it has faded now.

However, although Ying Zheng had this idea, he has never put it into action. He has already married Fu Suu, and if he accepts it, it would be too messy ethically. Shrunk down with effort.

I can no longer treat Yan Ce as a pure and naive child, but as she matures, she begins to assign more work to him, so that if she is busy, she will not prevent the fantasies born of youth from becoming an obstacle to his progress.

Occasionally I can come over to see her, and Ying Zheng also feels less lonely. Being used to loneliness does not mean that she likes to be alone. Except for courtiers admonishing her, only Yan Ce would come to chat with her. After a year, I can't tell The traces left by time, only taller?

Really cute kid.

Seeing Yan Ce's cheeks flushed slightly, she thought.

"It's a rare rest." Yan Ce opened his eyes, and complained with some dissatisfaction, "Obviously there are some trivial matters, and I have to bring four or five carts of letters to deal with them one by one, from getting up to getting up..."

Ying Zheng patiently listened to Yan Ce's daily overload of work, and the smile on his lips grew stronger.

"Would you like to adapt to the state affairs of the royal court now, and some of them can still be handled by you."

"Is there a reward?" Yan Ce asked seriously.

Yingzheng looked helpless, looking down at this young master Ce who was eager to get benefits before he had done anything. If Fusu came to the throne in the future, what would the country be like in the hands of the next generation? Compared with Fusu, Yan Ce Well, I prefer to stay by her side. It is impossible for my daughter to accept such behavior from her fiancé. What role will she play in it...

Thinking of Fusu, Wang started to have a headache again. Caught between his daughter and her fiancé, Wang not only failed to act as a buffer, but...

"Maybe, maybe not? Who knows."

"The nobles of all countries think that the affairs of Qi State are the result of your manipulation, so you must take responsibility."

As she said that, she took the pastry from the plate and stuffed it into the young man's mouth. She touched his lips lightly with her finger, and then stretched out her hand as if nothing had happened. Her eyes were slightly strange, but she maintained it for a moment. She picked up a piece and took a bite. If you don't like it, put it back on the plate.

"I know."

While chewing, the boy turned his body sideways, and quietly approached the black-haired woman without any evil thoughts, just wanting to experience her warmth again.

"When the Mohist scholars return, they will all be resolved."

Yan Ce casually picked up the half-bitten pastry and ate it in one bite. The soft and glutinous texture bloomed in his mouth in an instant, and he unconsciously showed a happy smile.

"I've bitten it." She reminded helplessly.

"Is that so? I asked why the taste is so good." Yan Ce blinked and hit a curveball.

"Slick tongue." Ying Zheng didn't know whether to be angry, she didn't want to blame this slightly attached behavior, but she pretended to be ignorant in front of her, her small thoughts were too obvious.

She put a plate of pastries on the quilt, "The act of pretending to be a child in an attempt to be disrespectful to the widow was still used against me. If an outsider sees it, what will your child's reputation be like in the future, and you want to eat it?" Just eat, no one will grab it from you."

"What if there are no outsiders?"

"It doesn't work either. They are all sleeping on the king's bed. As a minister, you are already out of line." Ying Zheng taught seriously.

After the rest, Yan Ce was a little reluctant, but he had to obey the king's order, not to stay overnight in her bedroom. Although he could make the king relax a little in front of these non-state affairs, this time, the boy chose to rest after the rest. Assume his responsibilities, and finish the trick even if you cry.

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"My king, the young master has left?"

Miss Lingshi, who walked into Qin Palace with a pile of slips in her arms, put it down lightly, looked around, and said softly.

"Well, what's the matter?" Ying Zheng said lightly.

"No, it's nothing." Miss Ling Shi calmly said with a blank face, "This is the letter that was played today. Do you want my king to review it today?"

"Let's put it on the desk first." Ying Zheng said, "It's rare, is it because you're in a bad mood?"