Daqin: Five-year-old grandson of the emperor, put his own father in prison

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing the big brother's great opinion.

That's it?

That's it?

Your Majesty, why don't you always show some embarrassment.

Can't you be your tyrant?

Why pretend to be a cultured person?

You are asked to comment on the theory of the article, but you criticize the age of others?

Snake spirit disease, you!

I, Zhang Han, am a rough old man, and I can't help being ashamed of you.

That's all right now, your family's young grandson of Confucianism must definitely refute you.

So Zhang Han adjusted his stance,

I plan to enjoy it carefully, the next scene where Ying Zheng will be refuted by the little emperor and grandson will make him ashamed.Although it is not the first time that His Majesty has suffered such embarrassment, it is not something that 290 can see every day. However, the reaction of the child prodigy Xiao Huangsun is a bit beyond Zhang Han's expectations.

Ying Mu blinked his big black and white eyes, tilted his head and thought for a while.

Obviously, the opinion of the bad old man, Grandpa Huang, is far-fetched and completely unrefuted.

But he reminded Yingmu a little bit.

After all, his "Four Sentences of Hengqu" shocking language theory is also plagiarized from later generations.

Borrow it for yourself and use it, just fool the unreliable Grandpa Huang and forget it.

There's no need to make a fuss, right?

Otherwise, if all the sour Confucian scholars come to ask him about literature, wouldn't they be asking for trouble?

After thinking about it, Ying Mu nodded and said:

"Grandpa Huang, what you said is quite reasonable. The grandson is really not thinking carefully."

When Ying Zheng heard this, he immediately became elated.

He hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, and continued to fool around: "

So,

You can just say these four sentences casually to Grandpa Huang,

Do not tell other people, lest they laugh at you, you know? "

"Okay, just pretend I didn't say that." Ying Mu agreed in a childish voice.

"Very good, very good," Ying Zheng's eyes flashed a hint of joy, and he touched his grandson's little head with a smile:

After speaking, he gave Zhang Han a vicious glance at the side.

Zhang Han's body trembled in fright, this is none of my business! ?

"Children can be taught.

Chapter 187: Yingzheng's grand-sounding grandson, my grandson, this is for your own good! (Seeking subscription support mouth ya)

187 chapter

For Zhang Han to become the emperor's personal bodyguard, he must have a clever mind, and no number of heads would be enough to cut off.

After thinking about it for a while, he immediately understood, quickly rubbed his ears and said with a bitter face:

"What did His Majesty and His Royal Highness say just now? I didn't hear anything today."

"Hmph, you're smart." Ying Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

Ying Mu next to him blinked his big eyes and silently gave Zhang Han a thumbs up.

Fuck it, no wonder Uncle Zhang Han can become such a big official, and no one has the ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

Next,

Ying Zheng chatted with Ying Mu for a few more words, and then he seemed to have something urgent to do, so he hurriedly bid farewell and went back to the palace.

The bad old man had just left, when Ying Mu saw Fusu strolling over again.

"Huanger, what did your grandpa talk to you just now?"

Ying Mu blinked, and said in a milky voice, "It's nothing, it's nothing more than romanticism, life ideals and other nonsense."

Fu Su said unhappily: "Stop bragging, you don't have all your hair grown, what do you know about romance?"

After a pause, he said earnestly again: "My son, I have won so many people, I can see that your grandpa likes you alone, if you have a chance, please persuade your grandpa to be nicer to Confucian scholars. They are all gentlemen and should be respected by us..."

When Ying Mu heard this, he couldn't help but give Fu Su a supercilious look.

Gentleman's fart, those scholars are all full of bad water, and the beasts will scare to death, believe it or not?

Originally in history, Fusu was because he repeatedly persuaded Qin Shihuang not to burn books and confuse scholars, but in the end he completely messed up the old man and sent him to the frontier to play in the mud.In the end, Hu Hai, the second ancestor of the prodigal son, took advantage of the opportunity, robbed him of the throne and killed him, what a tragedy.

At this time, Ying Mu felt that he hated iron but could not make steel.

I feel that this Sand Sculpture's father has been in prison for several months.

He's completely clueless like an elm head, does he have to go through the tragedies of the past again! ?

Grandma Te, it's really pissing off, do you want to lie to me again?

Is it better to die at the hands of one's own than at the hands of outsiders?Anyway, I can make some contributions to my trouble-making system.

Fusu was talking in a long-winded manner, and suddenly felt that the air was a little quiet.

Look down.

Just in time to see Ying Mu blinking his innocent eyes and tilting his head to look at himself.

For no reason, Fusu felt a sudden chill in his heart.

It suddenly occurred to him that his good, young son was a master who tricked everyone without batting an eyelid.

Before that, he and the Hu Hai brothers had blooming buttocks, and they spent several months in prison, all thanks to this little bastard.

He also heard that this son has a notorious reputation as "Little Demon II King" outside, and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty hated him so much that everyone was afraid of seeing the flowers and thanking the car for seeing the car with a flat tire.

"My lord, why are you looking at me like that?"

Fusu immediately stopped preaching and asked fearfully.

"I'm listening to your reasoning, Father, if you don't look at who are you looking at?

Father, you continue to speak, the child is all ears. "

Ying Mu said angrily.

Holy crap!

You little devil, I almost believed in your evil.

"I'll talk about it another day, my father still has to take a step ahead."

After speaking, Fu Su stepped forward and ran away.

"Father, where are you going, take me to fly."

Ying Mu followed behind and shouted.

brush!

When Fusu heard this, he seemed to be inexplicably frightened, and ran out of his legs. The speed was as if he had practiced Lingbo microsteps.

"Father, what are you running for?"

"He's just a five-year-old baby, and he doesn't know how to eat people."

"Come back soon, the emperor wants to hear you explain the principles of life."

While chasing, Ying Mu yelled in a milky voice.

But it's a pity that he couldn't catch up with a short leg, so he had to give up resentfully.

"Madan, let Shadiao dad slip away, forget it, and find a chance to trick him next time." Ying Mu sighed and muttered.

Just when Ying Mu was trying to plot against his father.

But I don't know.

There is a domineering old man who has perfectly plotted against his little grandson.

Yingzheng wrote the four sentences of Hengqu that his grandson Yingmu told him on a piece of silk.

He held it in his hand and read it over and over again, the more he liked it, the more he stroked his beard and laughed happily.

Zhao Gao, the eunuch serving next to him, had a black question mark on his face.

What's the matter, Your Majesty?

When I came back from that bastard's palace from the little emperor's grandson, it was as if I had picked up tens of thousands of dollars, smiling so hard that I couldn't see my teeth.

Damn!

His Majesty has such great love for the little emperor and grandson, how should Mr. Hu Hai succeed to the throne in the future?

If Hu Hai can't take the position, isn't it true that I, Zhao Gao, have no use for my abilities?

No, I am not reconciled!

Just when Zhao Gao was distracted and thinking wildly.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng said:

"Zhao Gao, I heard that outsiders are calling me an autocratic tyrant?"

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, and said with a flattering smile: "That's just a group of sour Confucian scholars talking nonsense. Your Majesty has always been wise and martial, and loves the people like a son. He is indeed a benevolent monarch through the ages."

Ying Zheng laughed and scolded: "You bastard, if you don't learn good things, your skills in flattering are getting better day by day."

Zhao Gao hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty has been wronged, I just told the truth."

"Okay, okay, just talking nonsense, don't you have any self-knowledge?"

Qin Shihuang scolded angrily, and then sneered:

"However, there is one thing Zhao Gao you said is right. Those sour Confucian scholars are arrogant and arrogant. They dare to disrespect the widow, thinking that the widow can't really rule them?"

"Hmph, this time, the widow finally got a chance to feel proud..."

Zhao Gao bowed his head and listened to it, feeling inexplicably surprised.

Look at His Majesty's confident look,

Could it be that His Majesty got something good again from that bastard, the little emperor's grandson?

It's over, Mr. Hu Hai, when will you be able to win some air for our family!

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly.

Yawning, Ying Mu was dragged by Fu Su (of Liao Nuo) to go to the Qilin Hall to pay his respects.

Originally, he wanted to be lazy for a day, but he was pulled up from the bed by Sha Diao's father, who insisted on making him report to court on time.

It made Ying Mu almost want to sever the father-son relationship with this sand sculpture father on the spot.

Well sell batches!

Why is your own company so serious about clocking in for work?

Snake spirit disease.

The two had just walked down the big stairs outside the Qilin Hall.

I saw a large group of civil and military officials, three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by a blue stone tablet with excited expressions and discussions.

The big stone tablet is more than one foot tall, and it looks like a rockery, which is particularly conspicuous.

There was no such scenery decoration before, it seems that it was stood in the middle of the bottom of the stairs overnight last night.

All civil and military officials of the upper court can clearly see it when they pass by.

"what happened?"

Fusu held Yingmu's little hand, curiously stepped forward to ask.