Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Yingzheng was slightly different, his eyes showing a hint of sarcasm, "So, what was your original thought, did you intend to let me guess? You are even more cunning, kid, and I really can't imagine what you have learned in school. It's still a freshman. It's more fun to see you."

"Which kind do you like?"

When I first saw it, it was as beautiful as a short-lived epiphyllum.

Yan Ce picked up the jug that had fallen not far away, swept the snow off the table with his hands, and put the jug on the table again.

"Of course it's mother and son."

Ying Zheng whispered softly in the young man's ear, and raised his hand to rub the young man's hair. She seemed to like teasing Yan Ce a little like this.

"When we first met, the widow didn't just say that I treated you as a family member. The widow has always wanted a well-behaved and eccentric child."

"Do you remember the original agreement?"

If Fusu could be turned back on track by Yan Ce and become a real heir, as the king, she would agree to his request.

A faint look of anticipation could not help but appear in the young man's voice, and in a trance, he seemed to smell the victory message that the strategy was about to be cleared.

In his line of sight, the long black hair fluttered in the wind, the supreme king who was invincible and self-indulgent, but when he stood aside, he exuded awe-inspiring awe-inspiring beauty like a god, and the awe-inspiring and beautiful face faintly flashed for a short moment. , and the embarrassment of being unclear at all.

At the beginning, she just thought that he had potential and might make some unusual achievements, but she didn't have much expectation for Yan Ce to change his daughter Fusu. In other words, because it was considered impossible, Yingzheng will grant a wish with an upper limit of infinity.

However, the direction of events has never been in line with what she had planned in her mind, and even the subsequent series of headaches were the most "surprises" she had encountered since she came to power.

In front of Yan Ce, she was silent for a while, watched by the boy's hopeful eyes, and then she was connected. The boy gently lifted his right hand, which was a slightly excessive move, and the temperature of the two palms gradually overlapped. Weave, fuse...and, fingers crossed.

The soft hair rubbed against the side of the boy's face, making Yan Ce feel itchy.

Sometimes, the youthful and beautiful emotions are real, fading away the glitz and smear of fame and fortune.

Just before Yan Ce was about to express his long-planned and reasonable request, Ying Zheng opened his thin lips, shattering Yan Ce's fantasies that had spread twenty years later.

"I forgot."

Yan Ce's movements froze, she stretched out her sallow fingers, and gently brushed her hair back, revealing her fair neck, her eyes were fixed on the raised hand, and her lips were slightly curved.

"I don't remember, there was an agreement."

"Ah, I'm dead..."

Yan Ce's whole body turned gray as if struck by lightning, and it wasn't an ordinary lightning, it was the three bursts of "take your life" thunder struck down by an immortal when he was crossing the catastrophe.

"Oh, what a child's talk."

Of course Ying Zheng would never forget that she had made such an important agreement, but she didn't know how to fulfill it now.

"The widow only remembers that I will teach you how to drink now. The officials of the Great Qin Dynasty can't even drink alcohol. If you say it, you will be laughed at."

With a little force, Ying Zheng pulled the absent-minded Yan Ce closer, so close that they could feel each other's warmth.

She picked up the hip flask, took half a sip, held it in her mouth for a while before swallowing it, as if she was treating her family, she handed the hip flask to Yan Ce's lips, half teasing and half serious: "Do I need to feed you?"

pS: I have a cold, runny nose, and sneeze, as if my life has fallen into a deep valley and I am about to die.

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Ying Zheng covered her slender belly with her palm, as if her belly was a little bigger. The slight pain and discomfort made her frown.

When he saw Yan Ce who was drunk, Ying Zheng smiled, his pupils sparkling.

This kid's drinking capacity... the drinking capacity is really not small, but it is not worthy of the capacity of "serving the country".

The table was filled with rows of wine jugs, and when she lifted her elbow, she accidentally knocked it down, and the jug fell over, and the remaining liquor flowed into the hands of the young man who was lying on the table, and he was drowsy. Yan Ce didn't realize it.

On the side, the maid hurriedly found a handkerchief, ready to wipe the soaked clothes for Young Master Ce, but Ying Zheng took the handkerchief directly.

"King, you—"

The maid serving the king bent down, hesitated to speak, then bit her lip, forcibly restrained the question, and quickly lowered her head.

"Go down first," she said.

"promise!"

The maid secretly raised her eyes to look at Yan Ce who was drunk, and in line with the Shang Ji-style creed of "ask less, act more and treat yourself like a donkey", she looked away for a short moment and saluted dignifiedly.

Ying Zheng waved his hand to tell the maids to leave first, then moved his legs a little closer to Yan Ce's side.

The young man's eyes were misty, the focus of his pupils seemed to be in the sky, and his slightly flushed cheeks were filled with the meaning of being unloved and only wishing to be drunk for a thousand years. Anyone could see that, presumably it was her repentance that hit Yan Ce's self-confidence .

Only this time is stupid.

If she didn't repent, Ce would definitely hug her wantonly, and then say something that distressed her. She doesn't dislike boys' occasional childish behavior.

However, it is impossible to try to soften her heart by relying on this.

Thus, Ying Zheng looked directly at Yan Ce who was opposite, and rested his chin with one hand, "Are you so sad?"

I've heard that Yan Ce's capacity for alcohol is pretty good, but the last time he held up his daughter Fusu's drink at the tea banquet, it was not so good.

Fusu's upper limit is due to his frailty, and Yan Ce's child... being good at drinking just makes up for the congenital defects of the prince, and it is indeed a good thing to complement and help each other.

The distant goal of life made Yan Ce leaning lazily by the table, with his arms around the jug, his head resting on it, and his half-closed eyes looking at the winter sky, quietly and engrossed.

"Yes, and sadly."

"Oh."