Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

After comforting his psychologically injured daughter, Ying Zheng gently pushed away the girl who wanted to continue to be coquettish in her arms.

Turning her eyes to Yan Ce, who was in logical confusion, she didn't know what the child was worried about. She tickled the corner of her mouth and said, "Go out for a walk with the widow, the widow has something to entrust to you."

Yan Ce couldn't help but focus his eyes on the woman's wet breasts and tried his best to turn his head, but three seconds later, his eyes returned to the vaguely flesh-colored breasts.

The damn gravity.

Mr. Niu who created the law of universal gravitation is indeed a genius, praise Mr. Niu.

"..."

Ying Zheng frowned, after all, this kind of rude eyes is not the first time, this place is so beautiful.

"Ugh……"

The remnants of the sigh had just dissipated, and the back of the black-haired woman had already left the school, and she did not look back.

Yan Ce glanced at Fusu with a little guilt, hoping to use the future to slowly make up for the girl. Although there were still too many details that were not right, seeing the girl smiling and waving goodbye to him made her speechless for a while.

After a short pause, Yan Ce looked complicated and said seriously, "Fu Su, I—"

"Shh!"

The girl put her finger in the middle of her lips, indicating that Yan Ce didn't need to explain. After all, she just had to endure slowly. She gently urged, "It's okay, I can accept it. Okay, let's go."

Her fiancé will still be hers.

Fusu will wait patiently until her mother cultivates a more mature fiancé for her, until the King of Qin personally offers Fusu that blessing.

"call--"

Hearing the girl's voice, Yan Ce heaved a sigh of relief, and felt much more relaxed in an instant, and quickly caught up with Ying Zheng, who was already far away.

Outside the academy, Ling Shi covered his dark eyes and glanced through his fingers, not knowing why Young Master Fu Su let off Yan Ce so easily.

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of the rest of the servants, Miss Ling Shi glanced at her, and all the subordinates of the royal court who belonged to her lowered their heads, avoiding the deep gaze.

Then, the corners of her lips rose, smiling sweetly.

The smile is so beautiful that it is suffocating, and coexisting with the beauty is the biting cold.

She said in a tone of voice that had no waves in the ancient well, "Perhaps, I shouldn't have put my hope on Fusu."

After all, compared with the King of Qin, Fusu——

Still too weak.

Chapter 51 Don't seize the opportunity

The main hall of the side hall of Xianyang Palace.

Yan Ce was very entangled and helpless in his heart, and sat against the wall by the door in the distant sky.

The booklet that was supposed to be his homework was thrown aside, his thinking had become confused into a pot of porridge, and thousands of memory fragments recombined the gradually forgotten details into vivid scenes.

Rubbing his swollen head, the boy decisively gave up on understanding the magical brain circuits of the bigwigs, wiped the dust off the booklet, and slowly rolled it up.

Each piece of ruler is densely written with very small seal characters on the strategy of how to rectify the remaining countries. The historical remnants left over more than [-] years in parallel time and space can prove a little in the troubled times here.

As for how effective it will be, he's not sure.

The good news of cutting Yan has arrived in Xianyang and presented it to the king of Qin. The battlefield as far away as Yan has come to an end without any accident.

The great governance after the chaos is imminent, and how long it may last is unknown. The trend of key events has deviated from the right track. The appearance of this uncertainty makes him inexplicably uneasy about the future, and he is extremely passive in the face of various threats.

The most important thing is that the cohabitation time between Yan Ce and King Qin did not make the distance any further. King Qin was able to maintain the coexistence of reason and sensibility from beginning to end, and was stuck at a nearly constant distance from Yan Ce. The pinnacle level recognized by the teenager, the result is that the private small theater time for the two of them to teach swordsmanship was unilaterally compressed by Ying Zheng.

The intimate contact that I could enjoy occasionally, such as inadvertently touching soft parts that shouldn't be touched, now even small intimate movements are gone.

At least she and the teenager did not have too much resistance to cohabitation, and they would tacitly avoid the topic of cohabitation when chatting.

However, contrary to Ying Zheng, there are also people whose distance from him changes every day, such as Miss Lingshi, who is in charge of the royal court's internal affairs, and the boy's favorability drops every day.

Since the day he and Ying Zheng moved in together, the courtier's favorability level has not increased as if the floodgates were opened. Although he tried hard to think about Miss Ling Shi's moral integrity to the upper limit he expected, when he had a nightmare in the middle of the night There will also be various horror scenes about Miss Lingshi.

Riding on her waist by the smiling Yujie, her pale fingers locked her neck, making a ghost-like operation.

Yan Ce looked up at the evacuated clouds and gradually receded, and the sky returned to clarity.

He showed a pure smile like a child.

Soft, with a seductive blush in the fairness, the size can be covered by a palm.

That perfect breast shape, if you can experience it once——

Thinking like this, the young man quietly turned his eyes to the blurred figure behind the curtain of the study in the main hall. The palace maid who served the King of Qin in the study had been repelled. The king returned to the country because of the tragic experience she had experienced in Handan since she was a child. She is used to solving life alone. on the small details.

The sound of changing clothes can be heard faintly from the study room. The breeze blows through the half-opened windows and softly swayed the low crimson curtains. Several screens came into view, and the gaps between the screens revealed a faint trace of fair skin. .

"Turn your head around."

Even if he didn't lift the curtain, he seemed to be able to detect Yan Ce's sight. Ying Zheng's eyes didn't move in the direction of the young man for a moment. The spotless robe was draped over his fair and delicate shoulders, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he was slender and beautiful. Fingers twisted the strands of hair.

Sister Zheng, who has intuitive skills of max, you have to hang up.

Yan Ce turned his head embarrassedly, and couldn't help the urge to slander in his heart. As long as he lifted the thin curtain, he would be able to see the limited edition of the first emperor in the future. Impulse.

I want to see it, I want to see it...