Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yan Ce twisted his body uneasily, and then the soft elastic touch swept over him, but the emperor didn't let go, which made him unable to get out of the restraint. For a moment, he gave up struggling.

"Your Majesty, if the bone is rotten, how can I replace it?"

He turned sideways, accidentally touched the emperor's chest with his elbow, and glanced up quietly. The emperor relaxed a little, as if he didn't feel it again, and then continued his small movements.

"The answer to the question is what you and Fusu should think about, not me. As long as I am in power, the bones will not rot."

Ying Zheng never let go of Yan Ce, who was trying to escape, but looked at the boy with a resigned expression, like a cub that started to growl after being teased, somehow cute.

"but……"

"What you said may exist, the future will also exist, and the future of the future will still exist. I know that it will never be inevitable."

The emperor lowered his head and stroked that somewhat stubborn face, his pupils showing undisguised expectation.

"You know that there are more than a hundred human bones, and only one can be called the backbone."

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"..."

When the voice rang in his ears, Yan Ce chose to remain silent.

The boy's exuberant hormones are slightly lowered, and the unintentional contact and friction of the close-fitting body almost makes the distance between the two of them close to zero. The sensory stimulation continues to escalate in the silent atmosphere, and the subconscious will give birth to the idea of ​​wanting to get closer.

But under the hopeful eyes of the emperor, any strange thoughts lost the soil to breed, and the complicated thoughts lasted for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more the psychological and physical contradictions aggravated.

However, the emperor's gentle embrace as if treating a relative did not stop because of Yan Ce's insignificant resistance.

"Can I…can do it?" he asked.

"The backbone of thousands of people..."

She was still unaware of the boy's strange peaceful attitude, and looked at him with a smile, but the boy's heart was in a mess.

"Most people in this world follow the trend, have no overall view of good and evil, will surrender, and shrink back... It is instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but there are also very few people who will do the exact opposite of normal people when the country is destroyed. Do not surrender, do not accept fate, and fight for the unwarranted dignity of the country."

The emperor's hand was slightly loosened so that the boy would not sit sideways on her lap with difficulty.

"Of course, these very few people have little hope of victory, and time has proved that most of them have indeed failed. Some were cut off by foreigners and left dead in the wilderness, and some were burned into coke by fire. Misunderstood by an anxious and disaffected populace..."

"Only this very few people know that if they all surrender, there will be no country anymore. These stupid people are called national scholars."

"It's the spine," she said.

"How the history books whitewash the powerful, the monarch is just a passing cloud. I was born on the same soil as you, and I will also return to this heaven...to become a more or less part of the text, it is only a matter of time."

Ying Zheng's expression was very normal. Birth, old age, sickness and death were the principles of heaven, as if he was asking a plain question.

"If one day everyone falls into despair, are you willing to be the last hope and prop up the collapsed sky?"

Yan Ce's body was slightly stagnant, his pupils were slightly wide open, staring at those complex pupils, he nodded cautiously and solemnly.

"Will you go with me?"

"This one……"

Yan Ce blinked, expressing or implying, whether there is a thousand-layer routine from the emperor, it must be, how to use the emperor's routine, please give five seconds to find the off-site assistance hotline.

"If you are so hesitant to answer, forget it."

Meow meow meow--! ! !

Unexpectedly by the young man, the emperor barely gave Yan Ce time to answer, not even a second.

Yes, it was just that Yan Ce was not given time to come up with a perfect answer, it was like a little prank, but it was the first time she gave the boy a little chance, although this chance was almost like no chance.

"That's too much, what's the answer time?"

"Give it to you."

Her eyes seemed to have a little bit of special emotion, and it seemed to be an illusion, if there was nothing.

"If you have done something, you have merit. Of course, there must be compensation."

She turned her head, stood up, looked sideways at Yan Ce's stiff hands, with a smile in her eyes, and said, "Looking forward and backward, I don't remember teaching you to be such a person, just do it if you want... I won't blame you yours."

After a short moment of being at a loss, it seemed like the last straw that broke the camel's back. With the determination to die, the young man closed his eyes, and firmly reached out to wrap his arms around her waist.

I really want to hug you...

Such thoughts rise up, like seeds sprouting and growing step by step.

Gradually, the hands moved down the slender thighs to the waist, and she did not refuse Yan Ce's temptations bit by bit.

Until that hand was about to wrap around her waist and caress the warm black cloth, there was no distance.

"Is it comfortable?" she asked calmly.

"I……"

How can I answer this?

The history tutor can't teach you how to answer the questions. Professor Da, did you hide your secrets in class? Why don't you teach the scoring points for this kind of compulsory questions!

Yan Ce was about to cry when he heard his emperor raise such tricky questions all day long.

"It's normal for boys to enjoy physical pleasure, so why not say so." Ying Zheng rubbed his head and taught in a parental tone.