Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

She gave the boy a stern look, and reluctantly turned sideways to give up a position. She usually had no problem with dealing with this child. If it was a serious matter, she had to give in in order not to lower her status in King Qin's mind.

Passing through Miss Lingshi and a group of dog-legs who followed Miss Lingshi's lead, Yan Ce finally walked into his and hers' co-living quarters. Every time he went back to the Qin Palace to sleep, he had to fight wit and courage with a group of dog-legs. Tired.

In front of Neishe's desk was a plate of untouched cakes, and piles of books that looked like hills. Ying Zheng, as usual, knelt before the desk to handle the densely packed government affairs.

Ying Zheng changed out of his black robes and wore a thin plain zen robe. His waist-length crow black hair was damp, and a drop of water on his forehead that had not been wiped clean ran across the snow-white skin along his cheeks. Into the placket, revealing the delicate collarbone and the looming full arc.

Just after taking a bath, the woman's beautiful face added a touch of tranquility and charm.

She slowly raised her eyes, and in her pupils was a majesty that no one could put their beak on.

In less than three seconds, his eyes drooped down again and landed in a row of seal characters.

She said flatly: "I'm back."

The majestic and indifferent voice of Sister Yu was full of calmness and indifference, and she could not hear joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

"I just came back, and I came back before I ate anything."

Yan Ce knelt down beside Wang, and Ying Zheng didn't care too much about the boy's rudeness, because as long as she didn't get angry, the boy would basically not correct it, and this woman wouldn't have time to pay attention to such trivial matters. .

Forcibly skipping the issue of monarch and minister etiquette, she shook her head, thinking that Quan didn't see it.

next moment.

Yan Ce casually took a piece of jujube cake that was missing a small bite in the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. First, eat something to cushion his stomach, otherwise he would not have the strength to help Su busy in a while.

She frowned and said, "That piece—"

"Well, it tastes really good, and sweets really make you feel better."

Yan Ce chewed with curiosity in his eyes. After a while, he swallowed all the cakes in his mouth and asked, "What's wrong with that one?"

Ying Zheng did not show any strangeness, lowered his eyes indifferently, focused on correcting government affairs, and said coldly, "It's okay."

She bit it.

This kid, didn't even see the teeth marks?

Chapter 34 Different Flavors

The whirling flower shadows outside the hall pass through the small window with the refreshing fragrance, and permeate into the rooms of the palace.

The warm and soft lights on the edge of the bookcase reflect the soul-stirring and delicate face.

Yan Ce licked the cake residue at the corner of his mouth, and smiled back to taste: "The jujube cake tastes really good, it's sweet, and it has a faint elegant floral fragrance."

The woman said nothing, silently focusing on government affairs, thinking about the feasibility of implementing each decree, and then making comments. Slightly complicated events need to be reconsidered.

Yan Ce took another piece of jujube cake and put it into his mouth. While chewing it carefully, he asked curiously, "It turns out that each piece of jujube cake tastes different, and this one doesn't have that sweet taste."

"..."

The tip of the pen paused, and the last stroke under the book lifted a small tail that was so small that it was imperceptible.

Restless mind.

And it feels a little confusing.

Ying Zheng slowly raised his eyes, and the color in his pupils instantly dropped several degrees. With a slightly dissatisfied tone, he said, "Can't you stop your mouth when you eat? Be quiet."

"But it does taste sweet."

Hearing that Yan Ce was planning to repeat this topic, the woman raised her head, her expression unnatural, a trace of inexplicable anger appeared on her cheeks, she glared coldly at the innocent-faced boy, lowered her eyes again, and closed them together. The blue silk with water vapor in the ear.

Ying Zheng showed an impatient expression and replied coldly, "Don't talk while eating."

"Oh."

Yan Ce agreed and then swallowed the jujube cake in his mouth. His stomach finally stopped digesting himself. He moved to the desk and looked at Ying Zheng, who was busy with state affairs.

Calm, beautiful, and inadvertently revealed domineering.

She said lightly: "If you can't see clearly, do you need to get closer to the widow?"

"Okay."

Yan Ce nodded in response, and slowly moved to the opposite side of Ying Zheng. Under the desk, the two knees were less than an inch apart. As long as the movement range was slightly larger, they would collide with each other. As the distance shortened, the water vapor could clearly be seen. On the other hand, the slightly damp and thin Zen clothes, the white skin under the woman's delicate collarbone revealed a healthy blush, and the suffocating cold face, which was so beautiful, looked even more alluring.

Is it so pretty?

Ying Zheng greeted those black eyes that were staring at her, and finally rubbed his temples helplessly, thinking that he could cultivate some noble etiquette by sending it to Mr. Fei, but the etiquette training basically failed, according to Fei. What Mr. said is that people's thoughts have been stereotyped, and it will take a long time to make subtle influences if they are to be changed.

"Can I help you in the future?"

As a three-good boy in the new era, Yan Cechao doesn't like to be in a passive position all the time. Unless it is to give benefits, the so-called goodwill cannot be obtained by begging, only by fighting for it.What's more, this love that evolved from longing is at best just a secret love, and the long journey that evolves into a love is far away.

She didn't know what was wrong with the stupid boy, and said with a smile, "nonsense."

The boy held his right hand, summoned the only remaining courage, and asked nervously, "When that day comes, I can be with you—"

Ying Zheng stopped writing and cut off the boy's next words: "Close your eyes."

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

In this way, he will be more calm and restrained, and he will not say such words easily.

With her hands on her chin, the black-haired woman stared at the young face close at hand, and pursed her lips helplessly.