Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Need not."

Ying Zheng got up, threw the letter aside casually, frowned, walked to the closed room and was about to push it away, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The movement of the whole body is like a freeze frame.

The woman's slender eyelashes blinked lightly, and there was a faint strange color in her pupils.

Outside the window, the morning sun rose, and the silhouettes of flowers and summer leaves swayed between the backs of the two through the window.

Under Shang Ji's shocked gaze, the young man put his hands under Wang's armpits, and hugged Wang from behind who had high hopes for Yan Ce and hoped to guide him to grow up as an elder.

boldly.

Wrapping tightly around the woman's soft body.

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The soft feel is great.

Hugged tightly, the young man was like a coquettish child, gently hitting Ying Zheng's back, the world was like a dream and unreal, the sound of the beating heart echoed in the chest, Yan Ce's ears began to turn red, his brain went blank, and his pupils were almost flustered. Can't find focal length.

At this moment, he found that the position of the circle was very awkward, the round and straight southern hemisphere.

It's so soft that you don't want to let it go. It may be the most perfect shape in the mountains and rivers of Kyushu. If you stretch your fingers and knead it, it must be the ultimate feeling of no regrets in this life.

will die.

But I really want to knead, I really want to knead...

However, it cannot be kneaded.

The boy's instinct still caused Yan Ce to feel an indescribable sense of tension and excitement. His breathing was a little short, and he tried his best to shake off the charming distracting thoughts. His rising desire was forcibly suppressed by the self-control like a saint. .

The boy put his hands down, and moved from the soft southern hemisphere that made everyone embarrassed to the woman's waist. Through Wang Chun's black-toned dress, he could feel the warm body temperature, and hugged him gently, in an intimate posture like a family member.

If there is no nostalgia that shouldn't be there, it should be regarded as a scene of warmth.

At least, now Yan Ce is aware of something, such as the distance between people.

Then, the coldness in Ying Zheng's eyes eased slightly.

"If you have touched enough, let the widow let go."

Her expression was calm, and all that was revealed in her words was indifference, and there was no sign of sullenness on her face, at least until she was really sure that the boy had eaten the forbidden fruit.

It is acceptable for Yan Ce to do some innocuous things within the scope of her permission, but this matter obviously crossed the limit of the king.

"...don't let go."

Yan Ce gritted his teeth and silently prayed to Sakyamuni Yahweh, hoping that this charismatic king would understand his painstaking efforts, even if it was to give him a chance to explain "a firm and unchanging policy of winning the government".

It is undeniable that Yan Ce's original longing gradually drifted away in the opposite direction of purity under the guidance of Ying Zheng.

Forced to calm down, he thought of a solution.

If there is no reasonable reason, the Lord of the Qin Court will definitely let him have a bad memory that he will never forget.

The facts and evidence of the crime were placed beside the bed, and even the process of judging the case was directly omitted. Even the most innocent Fusu could not link his innocence with Yan Ce, and push it out so that he could be directly cremated.

So, he closed his eyes.

Thinking of the coming rage, Yan Ce hesitated, and finally hesitation turned into firmness.

"Wang, can you not open it?"

"..."

An inexplicable color flashed between King Qin's brows, just like when she just found out that Fusu, who was growing up, was interested in the obscene words described, hesitating and vaguely confused.

At the beginning, the calm and introverted little animal who would quietly look around made a mistake under her deliberate indulgence.

A boy with a youthful spirit is suppressed to the extreme and will not be able to restrain his yearning for the forbidden fruit. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, probably because he had an accident with the maid.

She's going to be engaged to Fusu...

Her mood became more and more strange.

Not very comfortable.

Despite lacking the boring emotional experience of normal women, she can still predict that the side behind the door will have a great impact on her, or her daughter.

"Let go, it may be the widow's fault. I'm too slack in disciplining you in this aspect, and you are just young, so you make mistakes... there is more or less the widow's fault."

After a long silence, Ying Zheng's hoarse mature voice sounded again.

Even so, after all, King Qin didn't blame the child who hugged her too much, and followed her back, but went astray.

Ying Zheng, as a parent, is also responsible for children making mistakes.

Even though she tried her best to assimilate Ce into Qin people, after all, the boy is still the royal family of Yan Kingdom, and the bad habits have not been corrected in a short time.

The woman gently put her hand on Yan Ce's arm, and easily untied his embrace without any force, her expression was calm and composed, besides the distress, there was also the unavoidable anger.

"Forget it, the widow won't blame too much, this matter ends here, the widow will not tell Fusu, Ce, you need to know who you are, I don't want you to lose yourself in desire."

Although Yan Ce looks like a cute boy who tried to prostitute himself from any angle, Ying Zheng shook his head and sighed:

"This is the widow...my warning to you."