Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce looked at the woman's serious thinking look from the corner of his eye while eating, thinking that the other party was also used to his irregular little actions from time to time, so he chose to ignore it.

The teenager silently pulled the food in the bowl into his mouth, and cleaned it as much as possible to avoid unnecessary waste.

It may be because the nutritious meals are specially designed according to Ying Zheng's own needs. The meals are very delicate, but the amount is not large. I think it is because Ying Zheng's appetite is not large, so he did not let the chef do too much. After all, this is Qin. The country has always pursued the virtue of diligence and thrift.

But this amount is not enough for a boy who is still growing up.

Yan Ce habitually put the chopsticks into his mouth, and his teeth lightly bit the tip of the chopsticks in a contemplative manner.

During this time, if the sleeping cook is woken up and cooked again, the cook may not have the heart to treat him as an ingredient. Calling the cook late at night does not violate Qin law, but it is not kind.

However, just as he was thinking about how to fill his stomach without disturbing Ying Zheng and others, the woman turned her head with a cold expression.

This child just chose to squeeze with her, she could choose to ignore it, but why are there so many unethical little gestures!

Forget the bowl, her chopsticks, can you not bite?

Every pair bites once, how can she use it.

"Snapped!"

Ying Zheng stretched out his fingers as white as jade, pulled out the chopsticks that were full of the boy's saliva, and placed them on the table.

"what happened?"

Yan Ce stared at her slightly sullen side face in confusion.

If you do this again, you will lose me!

"Ah……"

Ying Zheng made a single sound of unknown meaning, glanced at him coldly, and then moved his gaze to the meaningful seal characters on the slip.

"..."

Well, this is the silent world.

Through the open window, Yan Ce looked into the illusory distance, and the night was hazy like a dark veil covering it.

I don't know how much time passed, the cold white moonlight fell on the windowsill, Ying Zheng occasionally rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked up at the misty full moon.

The warm light illuminated the whole room, and she turned back slowly, just in time to meet the sincere gaze of the young man.

Ying Zheng was slightly startled, while the boy blinked in confusion.

Speechless.

In the next instant, she frowned, like a helpless elder educating the younger generation, and sighed: "Don't bite chopsticks like a child, even commoners won't do such childish behavior."

Even if it bites, at least leave her a pair that has never been bitten.

It was shared every time, even if the boy didn't notice it, there was always something strange in Ying Zheng's heart.

"This... I've been biting for more than ten years, and I'm used to it. And biting chopsticks should be fine."

Yan Ce raised his hand a little and saw Ying Zheng who had been cold for several degrees. He bowed his head in embarrassment,

"I will try not to bite as much as possible in the future."

If I can remember before biting my chopsticks...

How can a small habit formed since childhood be so easy to change? Can it be called a habit that can be easily changed? This small action can only be said to be as careful as possible in the future.

Ying Zheng may think that the fuss is overkill, so he doesn't say any more.

On the bright side, Qin Wangzheng, who had already signed his credentials, could not have given Fusu a formal and grand coming-of-age ceremony.

But in private, it is possible, but Fusu's expected marriage contract can only be put on hold in the short term.

On the side, Yan Ce said to himself: "Wang, have you noticed that the recent chopsticks are all scented with flowers, although they are very light."

The ink on the tip of the pen suddenly stagnated, and after about half a second, she drew the stagnant stroke, but the unevenness of the ink made the characters look a bit strange.

She gently twisted the hair in front of her forehead, and answered lightly, as if unknown, "No."

Yan Ce thought about the material of the chopsticks without any self-consciousness, then leaned over to Ying Zheng and took a few sniffs.

"What kind of wood are these chopsticks made of, red sandalwood or agarwood, it's a bit powerful."

Her fingers holding the barrel of the pen increased her strength for a moment, and said flatly, "Ten times for Qin Lu."

Old rules, copy books.

It can not only consume the excess energy of teenagers, but also send it to the warehouse as a future textbook after copying.

"What the hell! Qin Luguang's bamboo slips are only a few hundred pieces, and there are thousands of detailed explanations. You can't copy them ten times for a lifetime."

"punish."

"Can you change the reason?" The young man pointed at himself expressionlessly, and said in despair, "There are other reasons for the punishment, I still think about it myself."

"It's better, this time the widow will tell you directly."

Ying Zheng thought for a moment, put his hand on his chin, pursed the corners of his lips, straightened his body a little, and looked down at the boy from a top-down perspective.

Sushou picked up one of the chopsticks and gently pressed it against Yan Ce's lips. In order to prevent him from being hurt, he chose to slowly put it in until it touched the tip of the child's tongue. After touching it, he quickly pulled it out.

next moment.