Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The next generation is not so bad.

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In the early morning, the cuckoo cries softly, and the morning mist rises.

The fantasy in the dream is like a cloud of smoke.

Lazily leaning against the corner of the desk, she enjoyed the silent tranquility.

The gentle light sprinkled on her black hair and snowy skin, painting an astonishingly beautiful scenery like a scroll.

I don't know how long after the nap, the misty pupils gradually opened, and a familiar outline appeared in front of my eyes.

War, gunpowder smoke, undercurrents... flashed in my mind again.

"The jujube cake has just been heated up, do you want to eat it?" Yan Ce said softly.

A plate of jujube red soft cake is placed on the table, and some sun-dried plum blossoms are sprinkled on the plate, which is filled with a faint fragrance from time to time.

"No..."

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled for a moment, retracted his refusal, and replied, "Let's try it then."

The maid would not be so leisurely to sprinkle some dried flower petals on the pastry as a seasoning, pick up the pastry, and warm the jujube cake.

Just hot?

To pinpoint when she wakes up and prepare the soft cakes out of the pan, let the maid heat them up several times...

Ying Zheng didn't believe in the talk of a heart to lie to a little girl. Even she didn't know what she was thinking, so how could others know.

It's not so much that it's just warmed up, it's better to say that Yan Ce should have been heated up several times.

"Why bother." Ying Zheng glanced sideways at Yan Ce, took a bite, and said, "If I'm not hungry, your preparations are in vain."

"Wait until you're hungry, okay?" Yan Ce continued.

The boy raised his eyes to meet hers, "Didn't you sleep much in the second half of the night?"

"Heh... I'm used to it." Ying Zheng looked away from the boy's eyes, looked down at the neat desk, and pulled his long hair behind his ears, "I haven't slept very much since I was a child. How dare I sleep when I was a proton? When I fell asleep, I would sleep." I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up. By the way, what about the letter about Fawei's deployment?"

To understate the darkness and weakness of Weiye before, she has carried too much attention and conjecture, and carried too much pressure and burden, so she has to live a more tiring life than ordinary people.

The decisions related to the survival of Kyushu, the key to the continuation and cessation of the war, and the changes brought about by the lives and deaths of tens of millions of people... Countless burdens are placed on the seemingly omnipotent Yingzheng.

In the eyes of outsiders, there are tenderness and sighs, troubles and sorrows behind the image of swaying mountains and rivers, always conceited and omnipotent in the eyes of outsiders.

Anyone can, but the king has no right to be sentimental or indecisive.

Yan Ce has no right to change her anything, he can only try his best to subtly influence her in a good direction, or be assimilated by the other party.

"Here, here." The young man took out a scroll of letters and handed them to her. "It's all sorted out. This is the deployment of the Wei Dynasty. Over there are the food rations and the list of soldiers and horses."

After taking it and laying it flat on the table, Ying Zheng nodded, thinking about something with his head down.

"You just take one bite?" Yan Ce asked with a frown as he watched her take a bite of jujube cake for breakfast, "Your body will break down."

"Eat a few meals less, and there will be accidents." Yingzheng picked up the brush, slightly adjusted the strategic deployment on the letter, and said while writing, "As I just said, I am used to this kind of life. It may take Letting down a child's heart."

Smart women take care of what boys think.

But a smart and domineering woman will see through and crush a boy's thoughts directly.

"According to what you mean, you don't want to eat this dish?" Yan Ce sighed.

It was finally warmed up, and it is estimated that it will be distributed directly to the maids later, or given to Fusu to taste, or fed to the princess under house arrest.

"Maybe...you will eat when you are hungry."

"Then I'll ask the maid to bring over another plate of hot cakes. The cakes won't taste as good when they're cold."

The tip of the pen slowed down, Ying Zheng hesitated for a moment, put down the pen lightly, took a deep look at Yan Ce, and then sighed.

She picked up a piece of soft cake and put it in her mouth, it was sweet and glutinous, with a half scent of plum blossoms, it tasted pretty good.

Glancing at the expectant boy, she said lightly, "Is there anything interesting?"

"Well... the shape of the pastry is so beautiful."

Yan Ce secretly glanced at Ying Zheng's face, and carefully settled the case.

Ying Zheng bowed his head, chuckled, and said nothing.

A gap was bitten, and the corners of her mouth were stained with residue. The morning sun hit her side face. Ying Zheng subconsciously turned her head to look at the angry morning sun outside the window, and the summer fog cleared away.

The boy took the initiative to pick up the handkerchief to wipe off the marks on the corners of her mouth.

The black-haired woman knelt aside calmly, neither stopping nor deliberately praising her, as if everything was going with the flow.

A scene without any sense of incongruity.

one second.

two seconds.

half a minute...

"Don't touch it."