Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Ying Zheng's voice didn't sound very happy, it was flat, and it seemed that the young man was extremely unwelcome to come in at this time.

"Mr. Fei got off get out of class early today, so I came back early. I'm going to sleep for a while. I'm so sleepy every night."

Yan Ce was also very tired today, and without opening his eyelids, he walked over to the bed, past the female Tingwei who was studying bamboo slips made by the county on another bookcase.

Miss Tingwei: "!!!"

Boy, are you crazy! ! !

Qin Wang Yingzheng didn't even blame him. Did a mirage appear, or did the world explode? !

She widened her eyes, swallowed hard, and squirmed her lips, but she couldn't utter a single word. This reaction was the same as Mr. Fei who first saw the "truth".

The boy's body fell down naturally, took the quilt with her scent into his arms, rubbed it subconsciously, and sniffed the faint floral fragrance left in the quilt, which was refreshing.

The boy hugged the quilt tighter and whispered unconsciously.

"I like you..."

"..."

Ying Zheng lowered his head indifferently, did not answer any questions, and calmly reviewed the tedious government affairs that were piled up in the case.

She picked up the pen and made every comment carefully, ignoring the boy's dreams.

The teenager just fell asleep holding her quilt, and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

"ring……"

The tip of Ying Zheng's pen trembled slightly for a moment.

She frowned, sighed, then put down the pen calmly, walked to the boy and pulled out the quilt he was holding tightly and gently draped it over him.

After doing all this gently, the woman stroked her long hair and went back to work.

"..."

The Queen Tingwei was holding the county-made bamboo slips full of dog crawling characters, her expression was dull, and her gaze was looking back and forth between the cold Ying Zheng and the soundly sleeping boy on the bed.

Is it because of maternal love?

It must be, great motherly love!

Chapter 63 The Backer

Ying Zheng.

This name is a nightmare that is deeply embedded in the souls of countless people, a torrential rain that is destined to overturn in this chaotic world, and the only king who can stand on the top under the vast sky.

Tingwei knew this many years ago, so he did not hesitate to abandon Lu Buwei, who was powerful at that time, and chose Qin Wangzheng, who was still a lonely boat in the eyes of outsiders.

It turns out.

Her choice was correct.

In the royal court, there were countless battles of life and death in the courtroom, and finally Lu Buwei fell, and Emu was executed.

In addition to the issue of the heir, which is worthy of criticism, Ying Zheng has perfectly matched her image of a wise king.

But today's scene, isn't it a little too exciting?

Under the reflection of the setting sun, the silhouettes of flowers and summer leaves swayed on the boy's cheeks through the half-opened windows.

There was no trace of intrigue or intrigue on Yan Ce's stable sleeping face, which indeed easily raised the initial goodwill in people's hearts.

however--

The truth, Tingwei, she understands.

But why did he appear in Qin Wangzheng's bedroom, still lying on Ying Zheng's private bed, and Ying Zheng himself covered the boy with a quilt.

Young Master Fusu didn't have this kind of treatment after he was seven years old, so is this child Ying Zheng's illegitimate child?

To tell the truth, she watched Ying Zheng gradually transform from a piece on the edge of the chessboard into a chess player who placed pieces on the land of Jiangshan Zeguo and Shenzhou.

So, she was barely able to be listed as a confidant, but she could know the whereabouts of Ying Zheng throughout the whole process. How could the king of Qin come from such an old son?

Tingwei's beautiful and compelling facial features were slightly distorted, staring at Ying Zheng's busy face, for a while he didn't know whether to ask or not.

According to her principle, what should not be asked must not be asked.

Today's status is obtained by virtue of talent and complete dependence on the King of Qin. The more difficult it is, the more cherished it is, and the more reluctant to give it up. This is human instinct.

She shouldn't have seen this scene...

It was originally called by the King of Qin to study the bamboo slips made by the county, but the result was not good.

maternal love?

It's a liar!

She didn't believe it when she said it. Young Master Fu Su had been with King Qin at the age of five, and now it's been ten years, so how much deep maternal love should have been revealed.

I have never heard of it, suddenly there is a boy, and the great biological instinct of maternal love can rejuvenate the second spring.

Tingwei bowed his head in despair, staring at the way to govern the country written on the bamboo slip, embarrassedly wishing to be driven out by the King of Qin as soon as possible, the more he knew, the faster he died.

After a long silence, she said sternly: "Your Majesty, what this letter says is exactly what Si thinks, and it is even more complete than the county system that Si presented before."