Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

"They feel that their ideals are great, but they are just self-deceiving jokes."

"If you let them plan to restore the country, they will never tire of it, and even feel that they can give their lives."

"But if you want them to go to the fields to cultivate, go to the blacksmith shop to forge iron, and go to work in the workshop, that is absolutely impossible."

"In the eyes of those people, their ideals are noble. The poor people are just numbers, fuel to help them realize their ideals.

"But in reality? Those descendants of the six countries who pretend to be noble are nothing but ants in front of the father."

"Their ideals and aspirations are nothing more than the light of a candle compared to my father's goal of protecting the unification of China for thousands of years."

"It's a pity, the world is so prosperous, and there are so many people talking about it. The father has long been deliberately discredited by those people with ulterior motives, and has become a tyrannical king, a king of tigers and wolves."

"Who can understand the true loneliness of an emperor?"

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in the crowd.

Zhang Liang's face flushed red.

The Buddha's words hit his pain point and made it unbearable for him.

After the destruction of Korea.

Zhang Liang only wanted revenge and restored his homeland.

He thought that by assassinating Ying Zheng, the world would be in chaos, so he could take the opportunity to restore the country.

But hatred has already blinded the kindness in his heart, so that he never really cared about the suffering of the people and the lives of the common people.

Zhang Liang was born in an aristocratic family. Even though his country was ruined and his family was destroyed, he still had no worries about food and clothing and did not need to pay any labor.

He can drink wine and tea in restaurants and teahouses

He can talk about the world and plan the layout.

But he would never be able to work in the fields with his face to the loess and his back to the sky.

After all, he is a typical master.

Ying Chang'an's words were like a jade, like a steel knife, piercing Zhang Liang's heart fiercely.

He wanted to refute, but his mouth seemed to be glued, and he couldn't open it no matter what.

On the other hand, the others were so angry that they cursed at each other.

"Bah! These bastard descendants of the Six Nations, don't let me catch them, or I will kill them alive."

"Your Highness said it very well. Our Majesty is an emperor through the ages. If anyone says something bad about His Majesty in front of me in the future, I will directly hack him to death with a knife!"

"That's right, those noble beasts from the Six Nations are determined to kill us, Great Qin. We Old Qin people must not let them succeed."

Under the high stage, countless people were ignited by the words of winning Chang'an.

Some clenched their fists.

Some were so angry that their cheeks turned red.

There are even some people with violent veins, wishing to kill the descendants of the nobles of the six countries.

now.

No one regarded Ying Chang'an as a little doll anymore, but as a truly respected prince.

Sensing the surrounding atmosphere, Zhang Liang couldn't help shivering.

Maybe this is called outrage? .

013 After I die, even if the flood is overwhelming!

After cursing, some people came to their senses and couldn't help looking at Ying Chang'an and asking questions.

"Your Highness, you just said that His Majesty will encounter a third assassination, so when is the third assassination?"

"Yes, Your Highness, does Your Majesty know about such an important event?"

"If I knew where those assassins were, I would never let them leave Chang'an alive."

The old Qin people on Dongshi Street were excited.

Even if they know it might just be a story, it's Tong Yan Wuji who won Chang'an.

But they still couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts.

They witnessed the historical process of Qin's unification of the six countries with their own eyes, and they can understand all this hard-won more than anyone else.

To ruin Yingzheng is to ruin everything about the old Qin people.

If I don't work hard with you, I've seen hell.

Zhang Liang and Xiang Bo pricked up their ears at the same time, and stared at the porcelain doll on the high platform with wide eyes, for fear of missing any information.

The purpose of their coming to Xianyang was to assassinate Ying Zheng!

Who would have thought that the secret would be leaked by the little doll in front of her before she had written her horoscope.

The accurate prediction of winning Chang'an that didn't match his age brought great shock and surprise to Zhang Liang's heart.

He couldn't figure it out.

How could a four or five-year-old doll have such a terrible judgment?

What if you grow up?

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Listening to everyone's discussion, Ying Chang'an, who was sitting on the edge of the high platform, dangling white tender short legs, shrugged nonchalantly.

"Everyone, don't worry, how could the father be so easily assassinated by those young people?"

"Those people are only worthy of hiding in the dark, smelly ditch, shivering like turtles."

"As long as the father is alive, they will never have a bright future."

"Okay, that's the end of this matter. Let's continue to talk about my father-in-law, ah bah, the story behind the second prince in my book."

Ying Changan grinned, revealing two small white canine teeth, which looked extremely cute.

The milky voice, coupled with the humorous and serious storytelling style, immediately swept away the tense atmosphere on Dongshi Street.

Many people couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, Your Highness is right. Our Majesty is the Emperor of the Dragon, and those turtles who shrink their heads only dare to stab their knives in the back."

"That's right, they don't dare to jump out. People like them are more terrifying than us."

"Your Highness, let's talk about the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, ah no, what happened after that second prince."

The big guys raised their heads one after another, and their eyes were all locked on the porcelain doll on the high platform.

The assassination was just mentioned, but it was just a small episode.

Today's theme is still the story of the second prince.

Unconsciously.

The people on Dongshi Street were already fascinated by what they heard, and they no longer regarded Ying Chang'an as a child at all.

Zhang Liang and Xiang Bo looked at each other, both aggrieved.

As the descendants of nobles from the Six Nations, where have they been subjected to such anger?

Not only was he pointed at his nose and scolded, but he was also regarded as a mouse that could only hide in stinky gutters.

The key is that this metaphor is quite vivid.

Aren't they no match for Yingzheng and Daqin head-on, so they can only hide in the dark and carry out assassinations?

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang felt as if a big stone was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

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on the high platform.

Ying Chang'an nodded and continued to talk.

"It is said that the second prince ascends the throne and proclaims himself emperor, and he will amnesty the world."

"This young emperor is full of energy and has great ambitions in his heart. He vows to strengthen the empire and bring all nations to court."

"But when he was about to do a big fight, an unexpected guest arrived and completely disrupted his plan."

"In the northern part of the empire, there is a barren land, where a group of savages drink blood. They envy the prosperity and prosperity of the empire, and they will always go south to make trouble, robbing the empire of labor, women, and iron."

Hearing this, someone under the high platform couldn't help whispering.

"Isn't that the Huns?"

"It seems to be true."

"That's right, aren't those Huns just drinking blood?"

on the high platform.

Ying Chang'an also heard these discussions, and nodded his head: "That's right, just like our Huns in the north."

"Shortly after the Second Prince ascended the throne, the Wild Empire led a hundred thousand cavalry to attack the Second Prince in the south."

"They burned, killed, and looted along the way, committing all kinds of crimes. Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of innocent people died under their iron hooves and under their swords and halberds."

"Thousands of women have been abused by them, and countless children have become delicious in their pot."

"They even gave the people of the Central Plains an insulting name, two-legged sheep."

"What is a two-legged sheep?"

"It means a sheep that walks on two legs."

"In the eyes of the barbaric cavalry, the people in the Central Plains are no longer human beings. They are sheep and livestock. They can not only be their labor force, but also their rations, and even a tool for their enjoyment."

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Speaking of this, there was a dead silence under the high platform.

Humiliation and resentment were written all over everyone's face.

From Ying Chang'an's narration, they seemed to think of their former selves.

In the north of Great Qin, the Huns also often went south to burn, kill and loot.

Their methods are cruel and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

In the eyes of the Huns, the people of the Central Plains are weak and weak, and they can be insulted as much as they want.

How many people's fathers, husbands, and sons died at their hands.

How many people's mothers, wives, and daughters were taken back to the grassland by them, and their lives were worse than death.

This tragic history is the deepest pain in everyone's heart.

It wasn't until Yingzheng succeeded the Great Qin King, unified the six kingdoms, and dispatched general Meng Tian to guard Jiuyuan, that he finally curbed the momentum of the Xiongnu going south.

Since then, the common people have a stable life, and this nation has the courage to raise its head.

They no longer worry about alien aggression, nor are they afraid of the separation of their wives and children.

And all of this is the peaceful and prosperous world created by the old man far away in Xianyang Palace.

But anyone with a conscience will never forget the great influence that one emperor through the ages brought to this nation.

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in the crowd.

Zhang Liang sneered.

"Since ancient times, there have been winners and losers. Didn't he win the government by stepping on white bones to achieve today's achievements?"

"What about benevolence, righteousness and morality is just a shackle that binds one's own boundaries. If you want to achieve great things, you must do whatever it takes."

In his eyes, no matter whether it was the barbaric empire or the Xiongnu, as long as they could achieve their own goals, even if they compromised, they would not hesitate to join forces with them.

After I die, no matter how terrible the flood is!