Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Thinking of this, worry flashed across his deep and far-sighted eyes, and Shi Huang's voice was no longer as calm as before.

From her personal female officer to the crown prince, to the rich and noble daughters of various countries, able ministers and celebrities, how many girls will Yan Ce have to catch before he realizes that only things other than her are so slow.

There is no way to rest assured.

Not to mention abdicating now, the position of Emperor Shihuang may be a lifetime tenure for her.

"If there is any unexpected accident, I will take care of it." Yan Ce said calmly, "Fusu is tougher than I and Your Majesty imagined, I trust her."

She was slightly startled.

Then laughed.

"It's the answer I want."

Under the bright and clean moonlight, what came into her pupils was Qianli Qinghui, and the courtyard was as clear as stagnant water and empty. The scenery that Shi Huangdi saw when he was enshrining Zen quietly changed her choice of whether to accept or not.

Yan Ce asked, "Your Majesty, can I stay?"

In addition to wanting to stay by her side, what is more important is that if he leaves at this time, and the lady outside the hall will deal a devastating blow to him——

...he could die suddenly.

"It's not a good habit to push forward."

The long night hair was blowing up in the summer wind, the emperor smiled helplessly, walked up to Yan Ce and hugged Yan Ce lightly from behind, squeezing his full chest against his back.

The emperor's voice seemed to be perfunctory or comforting, and the mirror on the table reflected the nostalgia in her pupils that came from nowhere.

She said: "Lie down next to me, just lie down obediently and don't move around."

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The bright moon is in the sky, the moonlight is like a veil under the sky, the moon shadow shifts, accompanied by the cicadas on the treetops, spills into the palace through the slightly shaking curtains, and is reflected on the white sheets like snow.

The bed sheets in the first emperor's bedroom were no longer as flat as they used to be. Yan Ce was lying on his side on the edge of the bed. He was supposed to be drowsy, but his consciousness was higher than before.

Sober enough to suspect that he is a dummy.

The even, soft breathing sound flowed past his ear, patting the back of his neck.

I'm like a useless pillow.

Yan Ce had such a thought in his heart, and then he was hugged from behind like a tool man, still motionless. As a human being with complete physiological functions, the torment in his mind made him very sad.

The shirt on the inside was completely draped over the emperor's body. Except for the slight slight movement of the neckline, there was not even a bit of welfare left for the young man. The soft chest was pressed against the back, and the shape seemed to be delicate There is only a thin layer of shirt between the pair of round things and him. The more you want to concentrate, the more you can perceive unreserved sensory stimulation.

"call……"

Regarding mechanics, according to the first step taught by the old class in history, first draw a force analysis diagram, first of all, gravitation... This can analyze a ghost, and a super cool ghost can draw a diagram full of arcs!

Yan Ce half-bowed his body, the back of his head was inadvertently buried in the white ravine, and his willpower was undergoing a severe test at this moment.

How should he choose to give up resistance to be more handsome, the boy's thinking is so simple and boring, and the option of keeping a distance from His Majesty in this posture has never appeared in his mind from the beginning.

The waist wrapped in the shirt was close to each other, and there was still the last line of distance. Shi Huangdi's sleeping posture was stable and peaceful. It seemed that His Majesty had already fallen asleep, and Yan Ce gradually felt relieved.

Of course, rest assured means that the beating heart can slowly calm down, and it is definitely not about doing bad things while someone is asleep, such as secretly turning around and trying to kiss good night. After all, reciprocity is the tradition of outstanding teenagers in the new century.

how can that be possible!

Absolutely impossible... right?

Yan Ce fell into deep thought, and then his body made a choice one step ahead of his mind. He raised the emperor's soft fingertips, and moved cautiously. The elbow of his right hand had to touch the edge of his chest in the narrow space.

This is a technical job.

Fortunately, even though he was seriously injured, he was still a flexible head assassin, and he was a high-level type of Tianxiu.

"It's late, don't move around."

Her pupils were half opened, and she looked down at the struggling young man slightly, sleepiness stained the corners of her eyes, her fingers slid along Yan Ce's chest to her lower abdomen, as if she didn't notice that Yan Ce's movements became stiff in the blink of an eye.

"Did you hug too tightly just now? Okay, can you be quiet for a while now?"

The First Emperor didn't show any strange color because of Yan Ce's outrageous actions, he just took a casual glance and let it go, and didn't care after being slightly distressed.

In the huge palace, all the sounds from the outside world faded away.

The night-colored long hair on the side of the ear moves slightly with the fingers, flowing down the neck to cover the looming delicate collarbone under the collar, and resting on the top of the chest/chest. She doesn't seem to know the lethality of such small movements on boys, of course even I know and I won't take it to heart.

For the first emperor, the boy in his arms is a special existence, let alone the exception of her life journey, and it's okay to occasionally cross the boundary.

His Majesty the Emperor, who was dressed in white and sleepy, couldn't help laughing when he saw the reflection in the boy's pupils.

"What are you looking at?"

A bit of thinking, a bit of nostalgia, as if this sentence was not the first time she said it, when she didn't do anything, just waiting for Yan Ce's response.

"Your Majesty, you are very strange today..."

It took Yan Ce a long time to ask this question with difficulty, and then he saw the slight sense of sadness hidden under her perfect smile at a glance.

"What do you think is the reason for this?"

The emperor hugged Yan Ce into his arms, looked down at the boy's expression, his voice remained the same calm as usual, as if he was discussing a serious topic with Yan Ce in a serious place, and he would never be able to figure it out just by listening to the voice The entire conversation is in bed.

When the voice fell, Yan Ce found that the woman's fingers on his body curled up in an arc, and her nails pierced his lower abdomen, and then consciously controlled it, maintaining a small distance between body contact and friction.