Quran, the temporary palace of the royal family.

In the room near Dongshou, Rachel sat by the bed with a bowl, and was scooping up a spoonful of ginseng soup with a spoonful of toast and delivering it to Stien's mouth.

Sidi'an's face was a little red, and he glanced at Yang Zheng who seemed to be nothing, and his voice was low: "My mother, I can do it myself."

He is now a thirteen-year-old boy. In front of outsiders, he is embarrassed to let his mother feed him.

Rachel said softly: "Anzai must be good, drink quickly."

The gentle posture on her face was very different from the decisive queen. Stien forced a drink of two spoons, took the bowl and drank it in one sip, and said in a slight manner: "My mother, I'm ready to drink it, I want to rest alone."

Rachel and Yang Zheng walked out of the room.

Yang Zheng looked at her face with a hint of loneliness and said lightly: "Do you feel that Anzai is no longer as sticking to you as before, and you feel uncomfortable?"

Without waiting for Rachel to reply, he continued, "Actually, he doesn't have to worry about it. He is still your good son. I remember that when I was about the same age as Anzai, I had a very naughty personality and made trouble everywhere. My mother couldn't control me. And when she said that, I was annoyed and often made her cry, but now I would rather she nag me every day..."

Yang Zheng sighed, the deep regret and sorrow could not be hidden from others.

"Anzai will understand how much you love her, just as I understand how much my mother loves me, he just wants to prove that he has grown up and relax."

Rachel stopped and looked at the loneliness hidden in Yang Zheng's eyes. He knew that he might never see his mother, so he would say this. He couldn't bear to expose the scars deep in his heart. He stretched out his body and held his wide palm: "You are always so comforting. I couldn't tell you more than three years ago. I just wanted to tell you that someone would care for you like a mother on your behalf."

The palms held were as soft as gentle as jade. Yang Zheng lowered his head and looked at Rachel's eyes. He saw a very comfortable warmth in her eyes, just like his mother was watching him back then. Perhaps this was the reason why he was obsessed with Rachel.

She couldn't stand being seen by Yang Zheng's eyes, and Rachel lowered her head. She couldn't bear to let go. In her eyes, Yang Zheng was not the lofty, cold and ruthless general of the demon god. From the moment she first saw him a long time ago, she was confused by his sad temperament and couldn't help but want to erase the heartbreaking elements in his eyes.

...

In the study, Yang Zheng sat in a position where only Queen Rachel could sit in daily life. On the mahogany chair covered with white tiger skin, behind him was a bookshelves occupying a wall, filled with various classics, and on the wide mahogany table in front of him were several thick stacks of information. The stack of information in Yang Zheng's hand was flipping.

Rachel personally brought Yang Zheng a cup of tea, and the sun shone in from the window, landed on the table and applied a layer of long-lost gold on it.

Standing behind Yang Zheng, Rachel gently placed her hand on his shoulder and pressed it. She leaned over slightly, half of her hair scattered, and a few strands fell on Yang Zheng's shoulder, carrying the charming aura of a woman.

Yang Zheng turned his head slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.

"What, am I not pressing well?" Rachel's eyes were crescent-shaped, like a wife serving her with a little intention.

Yang Zheng smiled and shook his head: "No, but letting you, Her Majesty, press your shoulders on me, you are flattered and flattered, haha..."

He said "fear and fear" but his expression and body had no meaning at all. He squinted his eyes slightly and seemed to be enjoying it.

Rachel pinched his shoulder hard and scolded: "My Lord Nihua, isn't it a pity for me to make fun of you?"

Hearing this long-lost "alias", Yang Zheng remembered those unrestrained days, and the woman was breathing gently and sweetly in his ears. He felt aroused, and he reached out to grab her, and pulled her in his arms with Rachel's scream.

Her warm and plump body was full of her arms. Yang Zhengqiang held her, making her unable to get up. Her lips were bent and her eyes were full of evil smiles. Rachel struggled a few times, but she became tighter and tighter. She was a mature and healthy woman, and the age that women longed for the most. Although she was cold all day long, the heat from Yang Zheng's powerful body, which was as strong as a monster, made her throbbing.

Besides, this man had long been her support. She believed in him and respected him. The only thing she had never thought of loving him, but in this situation, she suddenly realized that she had no resistance to him.

Maybe she just subconsciously isolated herself from any possibility of him, because of her identity, she could not fall in love with any man. But now, the feeling of breaking the taboo made her lose. She was a little frightened, and looked at Yang Zheng pressing his head against the side of her neck like a wounded deer, sticking out his tongue and gently stretching out his tongue.

The heat from her lips was hot and fiddled with her heart bit by bit. Yang Zheng's big hand gently rubbed her thighs through the thin cloth. Every time it was like electricity, it made people tremble. She squeaked her two plump and slender legs uncomfortable, feeling a little numbness penetrated from the deepest part of her body.

The other big hand finally unbuttoned her clothes and slipped in quietly.

The plump and delicate feeling filled his fingers. Yang Zheng held a plump and soft breast that he could not fully grasp and kneaded it. He felt that the bamboo shoots were smooth and greasy, as if they were dyed with a layer of grease. A little nipple in his palm swelled and hard, and the feel was incredibly wonderful. Yang Zheng gasped in his throat.

At this time, Rachel's cheeks were dyed, her eyes were as charming as silk, and her face was so red that it could drip bleeding.

But at the moment when he was about to be disarmed, he shook his white hair and held Yang Zheng's raging hand in her arms, almost crying and moaning: "No."

Rachel's extremely intense movement made Yang Zheng stop in surprise. He could feel that Rachel was moved, but he didn't know why she wanted to stop again. With his previous experience of indulging in flowers, Rachel was absolutely affectionate to him. Although he developed to this point, although he was a little "forced", if he followed Rachel's temperament, the two might be siblings for the rest of their lives, and they would not have thought of taking one more step.

After so many storms, he no longer persists in returning to the earth. How could he let go of the only moving beauty in front of him who made him fascinated?

Rachel raised her head, her watery eyes were still lustful, but she could not refuse the sound of her nasal sound: "I don't love you, this dress, touching me, and I feel like another person."

Yang Zheng laughed in silence. He is now dressed in a "miracle doctor" outfit, like an old man in the evening. No wonder Rachel doesn't like it.

"Or, I'll wash..." Yang Zheng's words implied by strong meaning made Rachel's mood fluctuate violently. Yang Zheng could feel the heart beat violently under the rich object he was holding. He couldn't help but feel the pleasure of playing tricks, and he pinched it lightly.

Rachel hissed and glared at Yang Zheng fiercely: "If you tease me again, I will... I will ignore you forever."

Seeing the water in her eyes, Yang Zheng couldn't bear to tease her anymore, so he gently pulled out his palm and begged, "Okay, my good sister."

He reached out to tidy up her clothes. Rachel sat stiffly, not looking at him or not speaking. Yang Zheng smiled bitterly. Rachel's nature was a kind of low-key arrogance, not as sharp as Mo Bingyun. But in terms of the degree of arrogance, I am afraid that it is even more than that. He is at the peak of the queen. People who are arrogant and strong generally like to take the initiative. Yang Zheng's attitude just now obviously caught her off guard. With her temperament, even if she likes Yang Zheng in her heart, she will inevitably feel humiliated.

Yang Zheng's heart is as clear as a mirror for this kind of little thought.

He didn't let Rachel go down, gently hugged her, and used one hand to wrap around her waist and hold her hand. He just passed by domineeringly, and needed to use gentleness to dissolve Rachel's mental defense.

Yang Zheng asked her to lean in her arms, without saying a word, picked up the documents she had not finished reading just now from the table, looking quietly.

The situation in Weirong Kingdom was just like the sky that began to clear outside, and began to become clear.

Azaro's death not only allowed Retlin to suffer the pain of losing his son in his later years, but also put all the contradictions in front of him.

The various hidden dangers exposed by the Southwest Army were extremely clear because of Isaac's attempt to murder Stien. Anyone could see that the Southwest Army had become the biggest obstacle to the harmony and stability of the Wei Rong Kingdom, and Retlin himself realized it.

Although his heart was filled with contradictions and pain, Retlin was an old subordinate who was loyal to Chi Yun after all, and the group of old masters led by him were the same.

The transfer of power was a compromise between Retlin and the great dukes.

Their political IQ may not be high, but they are all a group of people who have lived for seventy or eighty years. It can be seen that if one day these great masters are not here, then the second and third Isaac will appear in the second generation of the Southwest Army that grew up. Once these ambitions cannot be suppressed, it is the time when the Wei Rong Kingdom falls apart.

With that stubborn loyalty in the last bit, when these old men could still control the Southwest Army, they chose to hand over the power of the general.

And all this was as Yang Zheng expected.
Chapter completed!