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

This kind of envy is not the identity of the ruler and minister, but the identity of the father.

As a father, who wouldn't want to have a child like Ying Chang'an?

But this little cute baby does not belong to them, it belongs to Ying Zheng.

Thinking of this, many ministers and officials felt a little sour in their hearts, and they couldn't help but want to go home and beat up their sons.

"My son-in-law pays respects to his father."

The immature and brisk child's voice lingered in the ears of the officials and officials, making them a little bit from ear to ear.

Say something.

No matter how hateful this little cute baby is when he is mischievous, I want people to call him a bear.

But when he is serious, the image of a cute baby with red lips and white teeth is really hard to hate.

"If I remember correctly, the last time you came to this place, you made me so angry." "[-]"

The aloof Ying Zheng looked at his son pretending to be angry, trying to scare him.

Many people, including Li Si, felt a thump in their hearts.

Only then did they remember that the last time Ying Chang'an stood in the Zhangtai Hall was to plead for the eldest son to help Su.

That time, Ying Zheng and Ying Chang'an, father and son, directly pushed the cows in front of the officials and officials.

The old will not let the young, and the young will not let the old.

The father and son were at a stalemate, and Ying Zhengqi's table was turned over.

since then.

After winning Chang'an, he never came to Zhangtai Hall again.

Didn't expect it to pass.

Ying Zheng still remembered this incident.

"Father, don't be so stingy, it's normal for father and son to be noisy."

Ying Chang'an bared his small white teeth and looked at Ying Zheng playfully.

The cute and humorous appearance makes many people laugh.

"Ah!"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, both angry and funny.

This kid went back and beat me up, accusing me of being stingy.

"Okay, I will let go of the past for what happened in the past. Zhang Han should have told you why I asked you to come here, right?"

Ying Zheng flicked his sleeves and asked calmly.

"I know, the Overlord of Chu is dead."

Ying Chang'an nodded his head, and answered crisply.

"Yes, he's dead."

Looking out of the hall with deep eyes, Ying Zheng nodded with emotion: "Life is as lonely as snow. Chang'an, this Overlord of Chu is a respectable opponent."

"Father, when someone comes, someone will leave. This is life, and there is nothing to regret. Everyone has their own chosen path."

Ying Changan shrugged his shoulders, his tone was quite calm, as if he didn't have any emotional fluctuations.

All the ministers and officials were shocked, and they couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement.

A few words, but it tells all kinds of life, and the world is impermanent.

Some people come, others go, this is life, this is destiny.

Everyone looked at Ying Chang'an in amazement, with respect in their eyes.

Ying Zheng nodded silently, seeming to agree with his son's words, and continued to ask: "Chang'an, do you think your opponent should be remembered?"

Li Si felt relaxed.

This is a sub-question.

As long as Ying Chang'an follows Ying Zheng's words, he will be recognized.

Li Si has assisted Yingzheng for many years, and he knows this talented and generous first emperor very well.

Broad-minded like the sea, all-encompassing world.

Whether it is an opponent or a friend, as long as Ying Zheng appreciates it, he will give it enough respect.

The answer is simple, of course it needs to be remembered.

Li Si believed that with Win Chang'an's talent, he must know how to answer.

"No, father, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Xiaomengwa saluted Chang'an, turned around, and prepared to leave.

Li Si was dumbfounded on the spot.

Her other ministers and officials all stood there dumbfounded.

The little prince is really a filial son!

Don't give his father face at all!

"stop!"

Ying Zheng was angry, and his tone was obviously not as calm as before.

Ying Chang'an had already reached the door, stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, "Father, what's the matter? Didn't I finish my answer?"

"..."

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth angrily.

He really can't do anything about this brat.

The sadness that had just been built up in my heart was also disturbed by this brat, and I didn't feel anything at all.

"Shouldn't King Chu, as a hero of his generation, be remembered?"

Ying Zheng intends to give Ying Chang'an another chance.

Li Si blushed anxiously and kept wiping his sweat away.

"My little ancestor, can't you answer once like a normal person?"

He was secretly anxious in his heart.

Ying Zheng was already about to feed the answer into Ying Chang'an's mouth.

Ying Chang'an lowered his head, pondered for a while, then raised his head again, his eyes were shining, and the child's voice asked crisply:

"Father, would someone like him want us to have pity and remembrance? Isn't that an insult to him?"

boom!

The words that were like enlightenment changed Ying Zheng's complexion and he stood up suddenly.

All the ministers and officials in the hall were also absent-minded, staring blankly at Ying Chang'an, savoring this sentence rich in life philosophy.

Yes!

Their so-called remembrance is nothing more than the attitude of the winner, the pity from above.

They just stand their ground.

But do they really understand the enemy?Do you understand Xiang Yu?

Do not!

No one would understand, just as no one would put themselves in their shoes.

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If I were Xiang Yu, would I need your pity and sympathy?

Impossible!

The unruly overlord of Chu, until the moment of his death in battle, still shouted: Although I am dead, I am still the overlord of Western Chu!

How could such a person need the pity and memory of others?

"Hahaha!"

A burst of hearty laughter suddenly broke out in the hall.

Ying Zheng laughed and said, "I understand. No wonder the overlord of Western Chu left his last words to you before he died. It turns out that you are the one who really understands him!"

The ministers and officials nodded again and again, agreeing with Ying Zheng's words very much.

at the same time.

Everyone was also shocked by Ying Changan's maturity and understanding far beyond his age.

"The Nineteenth Prince is really amazing!"

"At such a young age, there is such a heart. In the next 20 years, our Daqin will definitely be great in the world."

"The old man has heard about the Kyushu Central Plains for a long time. There is an ancient legend. The kingdoms of the Central Plains have been separated for 500 years, and then the sage will come out, and the Central Plains will be reunited with Qin!"

"I've also heard this rumor. Could it be that the saint is..."

"Hush! The secrets of heaven cannot be broken, everyone be careful!"

"exactly!"

……

Yunmeng Mountain, thousands of mountains and ravines, stretches for hundreds of miles.

Looking from a distance, the clouds are steaming and the clouds are glowing, and the whole mountain range is floating among the clouds, looking ancient and mysterious.

Deep in the mountains and forests, there is a quiet stream and spring, and there is a hut 0 ..

An old man with white hair and childlike face, hale and hearty, with his hands behind his back, looking at the famous mountains and rivers.

He has gray beard and hair, and a pair of snow-white eyebrows hang down along the sideburns, as if he has lived for hundreds of years.

Eyes as deep as an abyss, wanting to see through everything in the world.

This old man who looked like a banished immortal was the famous Guiguzi.

The bamboo forest in front of the door is quiet and quiet.

Guiguzi strolled, breathed out the energy of heaven and earth, and deduced the law of the sun and the moon.

"Crack!"

An untimely sound of cracking sounded, Guiguzi stopped and looked back, there was a slight ripple on that ever-changing vicissitudes of face.

"Oh? Daqin's lifespan is over, and someone actually changed his life against the sky and wanted to forcibly keep Daqin's foundation?"

Guiguzi muttered to himself, pinched his fingers, and giggled.

"Interesting, the one who changed his life against the sky is actually a little baby."

He shook his head and said calmly: "This world is destined to belong to Liu Bang. As a defender of the Tao, it seems that the old man can't stand by and watch."

At this time.

A boy walked in quietly.

"teacher."

"Go, in the name of the old man, send a word to the only son Baijia."

"What?"

"On the coast of the East China Sea, a hundred schools of thought are contending, defending the way and eradicating evil, and destroying the Great Qin."

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"As ordered!"

The boy turned around, and after two or three steps, he miraculously disappeared.

Guiguzi sighed deeply, full of vicissitudes of life.