Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Ying Zheng expressed a little interest, like an elder looking forward to learning about the child's transformation, and looked at Yan Ce gently.

"The future where the country of my dreams was murdered is over. I traveled thousands of miles, and followed the army for another [-] miles, and saw the dignity of Kyushu."

Under the moon in Mobei, he ran a long distance for [-] miles, and moved to several tribes with the army. Not for his own glory, Yan Ce finally made a plan with the commander, and vowed to break through Langjuxu to the death. Shan Yu paid tribute every year and bowed his head as a minister.

"The first battle is over."

A big victory as it should be, [-] chasing and [-] running back and forth across the desert, killing more than [-] enemies, but the young man also saw the Great Wall built of corpses behind him, and the desert cavalry guarding the counties of Handan regardless of their status High and low, the ashes of the war dead were scattered on the side of the Great Wall, and after death, they also had to look at the Mobei border.

"Is the nightmare in your heart over..."

Ying Zheng stepped on the ground with bare feet, and said: "As a sergeant and a subject, you are still too hesitant. You should have brought your armor to force your way into the royal court, instead of frightening the royal court of Yan alone. But as a child, You've grown up, if only a little bit."

"Fortunately, there is still time for the widow to teach slowly." Although the tone was reprimanded, the woman's expression softened a lot, and she sighed and glared at him, "Okay, don't pretend, just say what you want, the widow will still Will stop you?"

"This...maybe I can't eat it now."

Yan Ce's expression was unnatural, looking at the sumptuous meal, he couldn't eat anymore, after all, he had just had a meal with Nv Kaizi, and he covered his stomach with his palm, as if he was about to finish eating.

"..."

Ying Zheng looked at the young man, she was not an unreasonable person, and she would not force the young man who had just returned to swallow the food he couldn't swallow.

Stepping on the cold floor with bare feet, he planned to call the maid outside the palace to take down the prepared meals.

However, the hand she wanted to raise froze in mid-air.

The boy grabbed the woman's soft wrist.

Icy, cool, like jade.

Although it was not the first time for the two of them to have physical contact, such a touch that surpassed the average ruler and minister still made the young man feel strangely strange.

It's like bathing in the scorching sun of midsummer, the heartbeat will speed up, and every corner of the chest will be filled with tension.

"I said that I just can't eat now, and I will eat after I rest and digest."

"If you can't eat, don't force yourself."

Ying Zheng could see that it would be painful for the young man to eat these, and there was no need to take care of her emotions. Wang's heart was not so weak.

"Well, you probably haven't eaten yet, it's not as good as half of us."

Yan Ce, who had returned from Yandu in the Northern Territory, was more decisive than before, at least he knew the difference between recklessness and frontal attack.

Eat together, this is the purpose of the boy.

Ying Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and then sighed in distress, quietly trying to break free from the young man's grasp, but Yan Ce held on tightly unexpectedly.

"The widow has eaten."

"Impossible, when you lived with you, you never ate meals on time."

"..."

Is this more weird change good or bad?

The woman stared at the boy's increasingly decisive eyes for a while, then she retracted her gaze, knelt down on the desk calmly, and gave Yan Ce a blind look.

"Let's eat," she said.

Although it is the same case, fortunately, it is not the first time, as long as the teenager does not act excessively, it is not unacceptable, and he should deal with it calmly.

The inner house still looks like an office. If you remove a few luxurious decorations, you can't tell that this is the king's bedroom. When it is full of bookshelves and bamboo slips, the room will appear even smaller.

Some stuffy.

Although he was temporarily accommodating Yan Ce, Wang's attitude of deliberately maintaining a distance made the young man a little frustrated, but fortunately, the most difficult strategy was not the first day.

Since Yingzheng didn't plan to eat with the boy at first, there was only a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"Give."

The young man smiled and picked up a piece of lean meat and fed it to Ying Zheng's mouth, but it was still just on the edge of her acceptance.

"Kings."

She was silent for a while when she heard this unfamiliar address.

In the end, Ying Zheng didn't brush off the youth's kindness, his lips parted slightly, and his white teeth bit the "junior's kindness".

As for the strategy, facing this boss needs to formulate the first five-year plan, the second five-year plan... get along slowly, keep -1-1-1... -2333's output will be overcome sooner or later.

The young man fed the king from time to time, and said calmly, "How is Fusu?"

"Enough rest, let's go see her, Fusu complains a lot behind her back."

"Will do."

Because of Yan Ce's familiar actions, Ying Zheng didn't feel that there was anything wrong. She vaguely realized that the relationship between the two might not be so pure, not like a simple elder and junior.

In fact, in the eyes of the maid, it is completely the intimacy of an old couple, but Ying Zheng, who is somewhat indifferent to this aspect, is only vaguely aware that the ruler of Qin, whom tens of thousands of people look up to, is also an individual, and may not be as good as ordinary people in terms of grasping personal emotions If Yan Ce can make such an intimate move towards the young girl Fusu, that sensitive child might have gone to heaven in various senses.

Wang originally wanted him to be more mature while completing his revenge. There was no improvement in this aspect at all, and he still had no respect for nobles in his eyes, but he was somewhat more stable, at least he understood the insurmountable chasm that monarchs and ministers cannot cross.

Finally got back on track.

So, she breathed a sigh of relief, and tried hard to treat the boy as her child, while feeling a little inexplicable.