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

Ying Mu put away his smile in an instant.

,,His Majesty! "

Zhang Han hurried over.

Ying Zheng just turned his gun and angrily reprimanded:

"What's going on? I asked you to enter the palace to arrest people. It's good for you to set fire to my palace. Tell me, do you want to rebel?"

Zhang Han fell to his knees with a thud.

He hurriedly explained what happened just now, exactly and carefully.

"Yellow robe..."

After hearing this, Ying Zheng pondered.

Trying to think back, I finally remembered that there was such a thing.

"No 290!"

"My dear grandson, I must have known in advance that there would be an explosion!"

"How did he do it?"

"explode……"

Ying Zheng looked at the Alchemy Hall, which had been turned over by the blown corner, and felt a sudden movement in his heart.

"If this explosion can be restored..."

"A mere Hun, wouldn't it, wouldn't it be blown to pieces?

"what!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth.

Ying Mu has been paying attention to Grandpa Huang's expression, and seeing this smile at this moment, he was stunned.

What happened?

Why are you so angry for a short while?

Are you having fun?

Could it be that he laughed instead of anger, and wanted to start the killing ring?

Ying Mu's happiness just now disappeared.

I don't know what Ying Zheng is thinking.

Ying Zheng has already told Zhang Han:

"Zhang Han, get up."

"Clean up here quickly, and then go back and clean up this group of warlocks for me."

The tone of speech is also very calm.

Ying Mu was even more puzzled.

Zhang Han, who had been lying on the ground and did not dare to move, hurriedly kowtowed to thank him, feeling relieved.

With the emperor and grandson here, it really is different.

I have to find a chance to pay my respects.

Before Zhang Han left, he gave Yingmu a grateful look.

Ying Mu didn't know what he meant, so he nodded slightly.

"Baby grandson, come here, come here, let's go over there and have a chat."

Ying Zheng greeted Ying Mu with a gentle face.

"what?"

"Grandfather, can you say it here if you have something to say?"

Ying Mu became vigilant.

Chapter 216: Ying Zheng's shock, how did he predict it in advance? ! (seeking subscription support)

Chapter 216,

Ying Mu's face was full of vigilance.

Go over there for a chat?

What to talk about?

What the hell, can't we talk about it here?Are you talking about something shameful?

Not talking about ideals, right?

Aren't you talking about major events in life?

That has to be beautiful.

What is there to talk about with you, a bad old man?

Say.

The palace is on fire and you are in no hurry.

Eager to chat with Ben?

There are oddities.

It's weird.

Ying Mu's eyes widened, and he looked at Ying Zheng with a highly alert and infinitely suspicious expression.

Ying Zheng suddenly felt a headache.

It was like facing a hedgehog and not knowing what to do.

He had no choice but to sigh: "Mu'er, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Grandpa just wants to chat with you about family affairs, get close to each other, and you will eat you up if you are a widow?"

"Maybe..."

Ying Mu draws his voice, and the alertness on his small face increases instead of diminishing.

Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Little bastard!"

"Did you say that?"

"Okay then, let's chat here."

After speaking, he gestured.

The surrounding shadow guards quietly stepped back ten steps.

Win, Mu Wubai.

In fact, he also wanted to know that the sky was blown up in the imperial palace, why did the Emperor Shi Huang in front of him act like a normal person?

Either way, I got angry...

at last.

Ying Zheng's voice came: "Mu'er, grandpa is not going around anymore. What happened to the explosion just now?"

The sound is very low.

But he couldn't hold back the impatience.

Ying Mu circled his head and said, "The explosion just now was just a bang, but it frightened my grandson."

Ying Zheng's voice sank: "How did you know it would explode?"

"Don't fool grandpa!"

After speaking, he looked serious.

Ying Mu was taken aback for a moment: "The explosion has nothing to do with this baby, and it wasn't the baby who exploded it.

Ying Zheng interrupted: "Is this what the widow is asking?"

"The widow is asking how do you know it will explode?"

Ying Mu looked up at the sky: "Look, grandpa, how blue the sky is and how white the clouds are!"

Ying Zheng was in a hurry: "Stop talking nonsense〃||!"

"Don't talk about God."

Ying Mu lowered his head when he heard the words, and said, "Grandpa, tell me, why doesn't the grandson grow taller anymore? Didn't he take milk?"

He pursed his lips as he spoke, with an aggrieved look on his face.

Ying Zheng was helpless and coaxed, "Do you want to breastfeed?"

"All right, all right, I'll find a few nannies tomorrow, the ones with big milk, so you can eat as much as you want."

"Shouldn't it be time to say it?"

Ying Mu shook his head again and again: "No, no, no."

"Maybe the child of the nanny's family is shorter than the grandson, wouldn't it make the grandson grow back and grow taller after eating it!

Ying Zheng blinked hard.

What is this little devil trying to do?

Isn't it just breastfeeding?

"What exactly do you want, tell me."

Ying Zheng straightened his face, ready to be slaughtered.

no way.

That explosion was so important.

Seeing that the old man in front of him was still not enlightened, Ying Mu had no choice but to remind him: "Grandpa, if you eat milk, will you grow as strong as a cow?"

Ying Zheng was speechless.

Just want to eat milk?

Is it delicious?

Is it better than big tits?

If it gets out that my grandson eats milk every day, how will people in this world talk about me?

Ying Zheng hesitated.

He naturally doesn't understand the importance of milk for children.

Ying Mu was not in a hurry, he put a pair of small hands behind his back, the old god raised his head, and began to look up at the sky again.

It seems that there is something amazing in the sky.

Ying Zheng couldn't help but also looked up at the sky.

Nothing strange!

Ying Zheng shook his head.

The grandfather and grandson froze together.

The surrounding shadow guards also remained motionless.

Zhang Han was still busy commanding the soldiers to clean up the messy alchemy hall.

"What are you looking at?!"

"wanna die?"

Zhang Han scolded in a low voice.

Many soldiers secretly glanced at the grandfather and grandson in the distance from time to time, which gave Zhang Han a headache.

special!

Finally, the emperor did not lose his temper.