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

017 Son, slow down!

Zhang Han's story continues.

When Ying Chang'an said that the nobles from the six countries were only fit to hide in the dark, stinky sewers, shivering like turtles, Ying Zheng nearly laughed and bent over.

Li Si and the others all had flushed faces and kept coughing violently.

This metaphor is really wonderful.

The descendants of the nobles from the six countries did not dare to come forward to publicly oppose them. They all hid in the old forests of Montenegro, viciously plotting how to overthrow the Great Qin.

Aren't they just like mice hiding in stinky gutters?

"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful, the metaphor of the nineteenth prince is better than thousands of articles written by sour literati!"

Li Si couldn't help laughing.

"It's too good to say, a group of rats in the stinking ditch want to overthrow the world of Daqin? Sooner or later they will stink to death."

A joke by Wang Ben became the finishing touch at this moment.

"Hahahaha!"

The laughter of Zhangtai Palace could not stop for a long time.

Ying Zheng leaned on the throne, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.

He couldn't remember how many years ago the last time he laughed so heartily.

After laughing.

Zhang Han continued to dictate the story of Ying Chang'an.

The trouble the second prince encountered was not the assassination, but the hundred thousand cavalry of the barbaric empire.

The soldiers approached the city, and the blood flowed like a river.

The second prince, who had always been flamboyant and unrestrained, accepted the alliance under the city in humiliation.

When they heard all this, Li Si and the others were a little stunned.

"The story is full of twists and turns, which is really unexpected."

Li Si couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Feng Quji frowned, and said in thought: "It seems that the second prince in the story of the nineteenth prince may not really be Li Shimin. According to Li Shimin's character and ability, he cannot swallow his anger."

"It makes sense." Wang Ben agreed: "I heard that the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is a genius, with a flying personality, and he is a tough guy who would rather bend than bend. How could he sign an alliance under the city that ruins power and humiliates the country?"

"Furthermore, how many people died in the wild empire's [-] cavalry? He wants to form an alliance. Can the rest of the empire agree?"

Several important ministers of Great Qin discussed it very seriously.

They didn't realize at all that this was just a child's storytelling.

Looking at the people who were discussing fiercely in front of him, Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the throne, smiled and said nothing.

Li Si, Wang Ben, Feng Quji, Feng Jie, which one of these characters is not the pillar of the country?

To make them lose their composure in the main hall is already a victory over Chang'an.

"It seems that this kid really has a talent for making up stories."

Ying Zheng said silently in his heart.

He didn't care what kind of story his youngest son was telling.

After all, those are fake.

But Yingzheng still has a huge harvest.

That is, he clearly saw the potential and thoughts of his precious son.

For an emperor and a father, this is a treasure more precious than any story.

……

Xianyang Palace, Grand View Garden.

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It was clearly noon, but strangely, the courtyard was extremely cool.

Ying Chang'an was sitting in the yard, dangling his calves, lying on the exquisite stone table, eating food with big mouthfuls.

Yao Meier was sitting opposite Ying Chang'an, with her two slender legs folded together, her chin resting on her slender hands, smiling as she looked at the cute porcelain doll.

"Young master, please slow down. Is the food cooked by this slave so delicious?"

Yaomeier's unique charming voice sounded slowly.

If there are other men.

Maybe the soul that would be hooked by her voice on the spot is gone.

However, the long-term placement of the winner is ignored.

He raised his head, blinked his eyes, chewed the rice, his cheeks were bulging, and there was still a grain of rice sticking to the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay. My son's requirements are still very high, and you still have a lot of room for improvement."

After finishing speaking, Ying Changan lowered his head again and continued cooking.

"you."

Yao Meier bit her red lips lightly, with a trace of resentment in her eyes.

In order to conquer the little guy in front of her, Yao Mei'er spent a whole morning specially bringing back a few meals from the dining room in the palace.

Just kidding.

How could Yao Meier know how to cook?

Her original plan was to surprise Ying Chang'an by saying that she made these meals by herself after Ying Chang'an came back.

But who would have thought that this little guy would be so hard to be fooled.

Not to mention being taken aback, there wasn't even a slightly fluctuating look in his eyes.

Yao Meier is the most stunning beauty in the Kyushu mainland.

Before entering Daqin, I don't know how many people were willing to give everything for her, even their lives.

Even as a child, Yao Meier has experience.

But any man, no matter how old he is, as long as he sees Yao Meier, he will definitely be unable to walk.

But the little guy in front of him, who looked like a porcelain doll, looked like a rock.

No matter what method Yao Meier uses, to win Chang'an is to remain indifferent.

"Shouldn't a child of such an age follow behind the servant's house, one sister at a time, begging for a hug and holding them high?"

"It's not cute at all."

Looking at Ying Chang'an's adorable little face, Yao Mei'er couldn't help but secretly slander her.

"belch!"

Just when Yao Meier was feeling aggrieved, the little cute baby had already finished her meal, patted her belly, and burped.

"I'm full."

Yao Meier came back to her senses, smiled, and said softly: "My lord, since I'm full, I'll take you to bed, shall I?".

018 Young Master, please take care

Seeing Yao Meier's swearing-in attitude until she achieves her goal, Ying Chang'an felt a chill.

Shaking her head like a rattle, she said childishly, "Forget it, I'll just sit on the rocking chair under the pear tree to cool off for a while."

talking.

Ying Chang'an jumped off the small bench and swaggered towards the pear tree.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly stopped, and took out a thin underwear from nowhere.

"By the way, I don't need this thing, I'll give it to you as a reward. It's your reward for cooking for the first time."

Yao Meier swayed the waist of the water snake, walked slowly into Ying Chang'an, glanced at the clothes in his hands, and her lazy eyes were more dignified.

"This is the golden silk armor!?"

Yao Meier gave a rare exclamation.

"Hey, you're pretty smart, aren't you?"

Ying Chang'an grinned, revealing two small canine teeth.

The seriousness on Yaomei'er's face remained unchanged, her eyes were fixed on the clothes in Ying Chang'an's hand.

"Golden silk armor, as thin as a cicada's wing, almost colorless, but tough in texture, invulnerable to water and fire, invulnerable to swords, and even able to block the attacks of heaven and man without being injured, even in many dynasties of the Kyushu continent, it is extremely rare treasure."

"Young master, you want to give me such a treasure of the town?"

Yao Meier's eyes rolled, and she looked at Ying Chang'an in disbelief.

If the news of the Golden Silk Armor in Daqin spread, there would be many strong men who would be willing to take risks and come to seize such treasures.

It can resist the attack of Heaven and Human Realm without any damage.

Such a heaven-defying defense is enough to attract any strong man to fight desperately.

Such a rare treasure, Ying Chang'an rewarded him casually.

How could Yaomeier not be shocked?

"Oh."

Ying Chang'an agreed, and pretended to be surprised and said: "I didn't expect this thing to be quite rare, then okay, then I won't give it away."

"you!"

Yao Meier was so angry that a mouthful of old blood was stuck in her chest.

Are the kids nowadays so uncute?

Angry lady.

"Hey hey hey."

Ying Chang'an grinned, grabbed Yao Meier's slender hand, and placed the golden silk armor on her palm.

Followed by.

Ying Changan put his little hands behind his back, raised his head and squinted at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said old-fashionedly: "Ling'er, you have misunderstood my Highness. As a man, of course it is a spit and a nail. I told you, that is your."

Yao Mei'er lowered her head, feeling the silkiness in her palm as thin as a cicada's wing, for some reason, her heart suddenly jumped.

"Hehehe, son, you gave the slave family such a big reward, how can the slave family thank you?"

Yao Meier put her arms around her chest and squatted in front of Ying Changan, blinking her big watery eyes.

"I'm not too demanding. I just need to cook better food in the future."

Ying Changan turned around indifferently, jumped directly onto his own children's rocking chair, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed the warm afternoon sun.

Looking at the little cute baby on the rocking chair, Yao Meier lightly touched the temperature of the golden silk armor with her fingertips, and the corners of her bright lips evoked a smile.

She walked slowly under the pear tree, sat on another rocking chair, closed her eyes like Ying Changan, and listened to the breeze blowing around.

If the future life is always this simple, it seems to be pretty good.

……

Time to enjoy always flies by quickly.

When Ying Changan woke up again, the sky had been dyed golden yellow by the sunset.

In the sunset glow all over the sky, a few wild geese can be vaguely seen flying to the north.