Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"..."

Ying Zheng's body stiffened for a moment, and the warm and soft chest was pillowed by the young man.

It's just that she didn't do anything else after that, and she just let Yan Ce hug her, the indifferent look on her beautiful face gradually faded away, leaving behind a bewildered look at the intricate relationship, and finally frozen in a complicated gaze.

"……never mind."

Tomorrow, everything will return to its original appearance, and it will still be the scene of a loving mother and a filial son.

Thinking in this way, she turned sideways, her nose pressed against his forehead, and her body was pressed against him, then she closed her eyes and tried to hug him with her fingers. The movements were a little strange at first, but after a while, she finally relaxed and became more natural .

She showed a somewhat helpless wry smile, and fell asleep peacefully together.

pS: The next chapter will be around twelve o'clock, and Chapter 3 will be in the middle of the night. It is recommended to read it tomorrow

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The feeling of touch, the warmth passed through the clothes to Yan Ce's body without any hindrance, and the legs of each other were slightly crossed and clamped, and the sleeping position like hugging a quilt lasted for a long time.

And the emperor slept very deeply, perhaps because he was too tired from today's experience of the deterioration of maternal love.

The discomfort in Yan Ce's body faded away during the short sleep, and his brain regained consciousness. He touched the thin clothing with his fingertips, and subconsciously opened a little bit into the warm area, vaguely touching her soft skin.

Finally, the eyes slowly opened.

The long black hair reflected in the pupils was slightly messy and draped on the bed sheet. The beautiful sleeping face lost a trace of the solemnity and heaviness of the king. On the collar, the smooth skin shone with a healthy light red color.

The eyelashes fluttered slightly, accompanied by a long and soothing breath, the lips raised a vague arc, and then the brows frowned, and the arc slowly smoothed out, and they embraced tightly.

Such a close hug is a great experience.

However, it also hurts.

Compared with Yan Ce's deformed agile EX, Shihuang's attribute may be the hexagon of A, and he might break it if he holds it down.

The young man's breathing became more and more rapid, and the cheeks buried in his chest couldn't help but growl in pain. The hot air he exhaled hung on the northern hemisphere, and the weak stimulation gradually woke her up from her sleep. She leaned against Yan Ce who was overwhelmed, the boy in her arms seemed to be suffocating, she became weaker and weaker, she let go of the hands around Yan Ce's waist, and the boy's face turned red with blood.

"..."

Looking at the wet marks on the fabric on his chest, Ying Zheng smiled wryly.

"I thought I slept in the same bed with Fusu. Since I was ten years old, I have been disciplined by Mr. Fei, and I have moved out of this palace to learn to live alone... Fusu also had the same expression as you when I slept with you when I was a child. It is an interesting story experience."

"It's not easy to help Su."

Yan Ce couldn't help but glanced at the full heart, and said with emotion.

She let go of Yan Ce in her arms without any trace, and straightened the collar that had been rubbed off while sleeping.

"When Fusu was a child, every time she wanted to sleep, her face became extremely sad, as if she had experienced a life-and-death catastrophe of despair and grief, she dared not resist even if she wanted to, she was so cute like a thin and powerless little beast."

Raising his hand to push the long black hair behind his ears, his pupils revealed a faint nostalgia, and he didn't bother to fiddle with the boy's fragile nerves when he just woke up. The emperor just explained with a calm smile.

"How about being my 'adopted son' and burying some memories of the past in my heart?"

Whose foster son and adoptive mother are lying on the same bed, sleeping with their pillows on their chests for a long time, and only slowly loosen their warm embraces when they wake up. Is there a mother-child relationship worse than this?

To be honest, Yan Ce didn't know how to answer at all, fell into deep thinking, and finally answered with silence.

"..."

"...Don't answer?" Ying Zheng leaned lightly on his cheek, smiled like an elder pampering a junior, and said, "Don't bow your head and feel guilty... At least, you didn't make up lies to lie to me from the beginning, in fact, it is considered a lie. You nod, but I don’t believe it either.”

"People are not things without emotions. It's normal to have lust. Who can make the right choice every time?"

"……Um."

The favorability of "Dididi" is UP, and it is about to break through the upper limit.

Yan Ce's side face was getting hotter and hotter, and even his breathing rate was not stable, but the woman rubbed his face when she saw this, and said distressedly: "Your mind is not here at all, can you child continue to work on the business?" Work a little harder."

Yan Ce turned his head to avoid her gaze, and said stiffly, "Your Majesty, relax a little, it's too hot."

"It turns out that your child is also shy."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, but hugged him tighter again, so that he could concentrate.

She said: "It is my irresponsibility to simply blame you for the mistake of this matter. After all, I also made mistakes and failed to guide you on the right path. Maybe, I am really not suitable for teaching children. In the beginning, I just I thought it would be best to maintain a teacher-friend relationship with the next generation like the saints of all countries, but I didn't expect the result...but it ran counter to the original intention. It should not be very accurate, but just went astray."

"...Maybe, it was biased from the beginning."

Unable to get rid of the restraint of tenderness, Yan Ce resolutely chose to give up, raised his face to reduce the intimate contact with his chest, heard her words, and said: "Maybe, it was doomed from the beginning, this should be called fate?"

The woman showed a playful smile, "I don't think it's fate, but I had strange thoughts about me from the beginning. Fusu is too shy and can't learn to take the initiative. I have reprimanded him countless times, but she still can't." Completely erase the indecision rooted deep in the child's soul. Forget it...I really don't want to mention Fusu anymore today, after all, I..."

At the end, the voice turned into a long sigh.

She took the initiative to change the subject and asked: "Since you want to call it fate, do you remember that you met me at a certain time before you entered the Qin Dynasty?"

Yan Ce was silent for a moment, then responded: "I probably have an impression."

"When is it?"

"It's early."

Yan Ce's words were vague, and he didn't disclose the specific time, adding a bit of special detachment to his expression.The emperor didn't ask any further questions, probably because he was a teenager whose memory of assassin training in childhood was already blurred.

"I really don't want you to have a cold war with Fusu... But from what I see now, I should also be prepared for this. At least according to Fusu's temperament, I should choose to escape directly to buy time to accept. I want Fusu to enter The experience in the military camp, even if it’s just to make military achievements, and let the generals help, even if the nobles from all over the world set off a rebellion one day, they can be assured of no worries, but the child’s perpetually weak body directly made me give up this idea.”