Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Before Yan Ce could finish speaking, she interrupted Yan Ce's stupid fantasies and smiled, "The widow has no hope for you, but only expects a trivial possibility. Hope is always good."

"Oh."

Hearing the sincere truth, the teenager inevitably gave birth to a little disappointment, and sure enough, the truth is not pleasant.

"Why do you still want the widow to apologize to you with this lost expression?"

Ying Zheng leaned down and leaned close to Yan Ce's ear, as if he could feel each other's body temperature through the air, the whiteness on his chest was looming, and the delicate collarbone could be clearly seen through the gap in the loose clothes.

Of course it's impossible, the dignified king of a country will never apologize to him no matter what he thinks, even if he really did something wrong, it's impossible to admit it.

However, Yan Ce felt that the summer night was slightly hot, and tried his best to keep his eyes from looking at places he shouldn't be looking at.

Cherry lips parted lightly, and the hot air seemed to be fiddling with the boy's earlobes. Ying Zheng looked at his ears that were gradually turning red, and raised an arc.

She whispered: "If you can really make Fusu get the approval of the widow, you can ask for anything."

Chapter 6 Strong desire to survive

"What's your answer?"

She looked at the boy narrowly, the corners of her lips raised a slight angle, and quietly waited for the answer from the child who was very close to her.

Qin Wangzheng stood upright and proud of his perfect body, and looked directly at his still rude eyes, Yan Ce had not yet saluted, his cheeks were too immature, strands of long black hair fell at random, and his simple and plain clothes did not look half-parted. for the honor of the royal family.

If it weren't for the accidental assassination at the court, she might never have noticed this humble proton.

Looking at Yan Ce, she unconsciously thought of Fusu, and her soul-stirring and delicate face was dyed with a helpless look.

If Fusu's courage can be a little closer to this young boy, maybe it will make her feel a little relieved, and King Qin can also take off the cold mask for a short time.

It's a pity that the child is still too soft-hearted.

Under the reflection of the moon, the silhouettes of branches and summer leaves swayed in the wind on the edge of His Royal Highness's stone steps.

Yan Ce felt that it was a little hot today.

It is indeed hot.

The task of assisting Mr. Fusu is legendary, but the reward is also legendary. No matter what requirements you can ask, can you...

Yan Ce now clearly felt the temptation from the abyss of sin.

Instinctively thinking about what the reward after the task conditions are met, the idea gradually becomes shameful.

Feifei's thoughts have already loaded the car, and without looking back, they dashed to the golden autumn mountain under the maple leafman dance.

Can anything really be...

Ying Zheng bent down gently, folded his arms on the railing, the thin black clothes outlined his proud figure, faded the majesty of a king, turned his head like a sister next door and looked at him for a while, smiling ambiguous for a while. Self-blaming child.

The king is lonely, walking on a never-ending royal road, and the ministers can follow, but not side by side. To a certain extent, the king is also the saddest, and no one dares to understand it.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, all alone.

But unexpectedly, he met a child who seemed to respect but did not have the concept of superiority and inferiority. It added some rare interest to his long and lonely life.

Every expression, every detail, all fell into her eyes.

A person who instinctively pursues beautiful things and feels ashamed of having thoughts that offend her, and is extremely real.

After temporarily letting go of Wang's arrogance, she smiled calmly: "What did you think of?"

"...You." Yan Ce looked at Ying Zheng and said with a tangled face.

"..."

Ying Zheng was slightly startled.

next moment.

She stroked her forehead with a helpless smile on her face.

"Hum hum... what should a widow say? Honest or arrogant?"

There was no blame in the laughter. In her opinion, Yan Ce was still too young. Although the words he said to her during the court meeting were amazing, they were still too naive in mind.

In Wang's eyes, even Young Master Yan is just an ordinary child. How could she be too serious? Seeing a perfect treasure today and wanting to get it, maybe she will change her mind.

It's just a child after all.

It would not be bad if he could give him some motivation to realize the negligible possibility, even if Ying Zheng had no hope for Yan Ce, he could not help but have some expectations.

Ying Zheng said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "The widow will entrust Fusu to you, okay?"

"I think I can try it."

Yan Ce avoided Ying Zheng's gaze as much as possible and responded in a low voice.

After the woman got the boy's assurance, she changed the subject, hooked her lips, raised her head to the stars, and asked, "I will ask you again, which one is more worth pursuing compared to the universe above your head and the world filled with war on the ground. ?"

"It's the world, the world is as wonderful as the brilliant stars." Yan Ce looked at Ying Zheng and replied.

"Tonight is full of moon, do you want to stay a little longer?" Ying Zheng raised an intriguing smile.

The moonlight sprinkled on the cuffs, and the dragon-shaped lines were looming, like a hazy and dreamy outer veil, which made the pair of pupils particularly dazzling.

Yan Ce looked at her side face, which was more gentle than ever, and was stunned, "Okay."