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

noon.

The sun was covered by a few clouds and gradually darkened.

Xianyang City Gate.

The dry heat in the air suddenly became cooler along with these few dark clouds.

But there are nearly a million people at the gate of Xianyang City, but no one cares about this.

to be exact.

They have been frightened by the current situation.

outside the city gate.

Thousands of Confucian elders confronted the First Emperor Yingzheng on the tower.

On the one hand, it is for the so-called way of heaven, and on the other hand, it is for the majesty and inviolability of the emperor.

Not afraid of life and death, not giving in to each other.

It's a dead end!

What is a dead end?

You must die or break!

The surroundings were silent.

Invisible pressure hangs over everyone's heart.

"You bastards, you speak the way of heaven when you open and shut your mouth. If Master Confucius heard this sentence, the coffin would not be able to hold it down!"

An immature child's voice broke the dead silence outside Xianyang City.

There was a touch of surprise on everyone's face.

They are all too familiar with this voice.

"The Nineteenth Prince is here!"

In the crowd, someone couldn't help but yelled.

The noise gradually increased.

Nearly a million people turned their heads in unison.

Inside the doorway of the gate tower, it was pitch black.

A small figure came out bouncing "[-]".

The clouds gradually drift away, and the light shines on the earth.

There happened to be a ray of sunshine falling on Ying Chang'an's body, making his little face with red lips and white teeth look even more sunny, and anyone who looked at it would feel much better.

The appearance of Ying Chang'an instantly ignited the city gate of Xianyang.

Nearly a million people cheered loudly like crazy.

"Ah! Your Highness, you have finally come out. We have been waiting so hard for you."

"Your Highness, when will you come out to speak? I can't sleep for several days."

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do I feel that His Highness has grown taller? The little face seems to be more handsome."

"It just so happens that this old man has a daughter with an alluring appearance, which is a perfect match for your little highness."

"Get lost! You look crooked like melons, and you still have the guts to climb up to your little highness?"

"My mother must give birth to a daughter this year, and she must give birth to a beautiful girl, so that she can marry the little Highness!"

"My family is this year, but in fact it's okay, my family doesn't think His Highness is too young."

The millions of people outside the city gate of Xianyang became more and more excited and outrageous.

I don't know who mentioned that they want their daughter to marry Ying Chang'an.

This can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest.

Anyone who has a daughter at home looks green in the eyes of Ying Changan.

They were so hungry that they were drooling.

It seems that as long as Chang'an wins and nods, the stunning women who will be delivered to your door may be lined up from Xianyang City to the shore of the East China Sea!

Lu Zhi, who was following Ying Chang'an, witnessed the crazy scene in front of him, and couldn't help parting his red lips slightly, his face full of shock.

Is this what His Highness wants?

"Hmph! How unreasonable! How old is Your Highness? These people are so impatient."

Standing on the tower, the general Wang Ben clenched his fists and said angrily.

All the ministers and officials nodded silently, deeply agreeing.

"Even if you want to marry, at least you will have meritorious service. For example, my old Wang's daughter happens to be six years old this year, and she happens to be able to grow up with your Highness!"

Wang Ben added again.

And his words directly angered all the ministers on the tower.

They blushed with excitement and gathered around Wang Ben to attack him.

"Damn! I said, old Wang, you look big and thick, how can your daughter be so beautiful?"

"That's true! To be honest, when the old man was young, he was also a famous handsome man in Xianyang City. My daughter is ten years old this year, and she is actually at the age of marriage."

"Go away! You have a daughter, and none of us have any?"

"Isn't it just for my daughter? I'll give you two!"

"I'll give you three!"

On the tower, the painting style changed suddenly.

The serious atmosphere was swept away, and everyone started discussing about marriage.

"you……"

Wang Ben was buried enough, gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "What's the point of giving away your daughter? As long as the little highness becomes my old Wang's son-in-law, I'll kill myself on the spot! I won't cause any trouble for the little highness! "

All the ministers and officials:! ! !

Everyone looked at Wang Ben in surprise, and retreated one after another.

Ruthless or you are ruthless!

In order to marry her daughter, she even gave up her life.

"..."

Ying Zheng, who had always kept his composure, listened to these far-fetched words, and then looked at his precious son downstairs. The anger in his heart somehow disappeared without a trace.

"That's right, since this kid is here, then I have nothing to do, just let this brat deal with it."

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng secretly rejoiced.

that's nice!

You can throw the pot again!

"Chang'an, I'll leave this to you. I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to the palace first."

Before the words were finished, Ying Zheng tossed his sleeves and walked straight down the tower without looking back.

The speed at which he left made all the officials click their tongues slightly.

Good guy!

The matter hasn't been dealt with yet, why don't you slip away first?

This is clearly going to cheat my son again!

outside the city gate.

Ying Chang'an walked slowly in front of thousands of Confucian elders in sackcloth and filial piety.

"Stop kneeling, it's not Chinese New Year yet, and I'm not your real father."

puff!

A witty and humorous remark made millions of people at the gate of Xianyang city burst into laughter.

"Giggle!"

"This little guy is really cute."

Taoist Tianzong couldn't help covering his face and smiling coquettishly, his nimble eyes flickering.

The great elder of the Mo family next to him sneered, and said jokingly, "What? Did Tianzong of Taoism also move Fanxin?"

"I gave you face, didn't I?"

Tianzong's face suddenly turned cold, and he stared at the elder of the Mo family, with a terrifying aura gushing out.

The great elder of the Mo family twitched face and stopped talking.

He is indeed afraid of Taoist Tianzong.

It is said that this female talent is rare in thousands of years.

The whole Taoist school treats her like a baby bump, wanting what she wants, for fear of stumbling.

The new head of the Confucianism who was humiliated was so angry that his face was flushed, and he scolded angrily: "Win Chang'an, the scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"Okay, okay, no shame, no shame, a lot of age, and such a bad temper."

Ying Chang'an muttered, picked his ears, and asked casually, "Didn't your Confucian Master Confucius say something?"

"Sixty and smooth ears, I think your age is eighty if you don't have seventy, why don't you have good ears?"

"Oh, are you all deaf?"

Dozens of Confucian elders suddenly jumped into a rage.

"You! It's unreasonable, it's an insult to gentleness!"

"Morality is ruined, rituals are broken and music is broken!"

"Don't be a son of man, don't be a son of man!"

They all pointed at Ying Changan and cursed loudly.

But the more they scold, the more people around them laugh 0 ..

"Hahaha, I laughed so hard, I'm about to cry!"

"Open your mouth and shut your mouth, Zhihu, so that's how Confucian scholars curse people?"

"It's not fun at all, it's not as good as someone's doll."

"Acid! It's killing me! My teeth are almost falling out of acid!"

The taunting and mocking voices around made these Confucian elders in sackcloth and filial piety so angry that they couldn't speak, and their faces flushed from choking.

"Okay, okay, stop talking so much nonsense, what do you want to do, tell me quickly."

Ying Chang'an put his hands on his hips, like a little grown-up, and said in a tender voice, "I'm telling you, I'm very busy. I'm not ready for the next issue of storytelling."

As soon as I heard the word storytelling.

The nearly one million people watching were not calm for a moment.

They were so excited that they kept making noises, their voices were so loud that they almost toppled the tower.

Many people couldn't help urging those Confucian elders.

"Are you old and immortal? If you want to mourn, go back to your East China Sea. No one in Xianyang City wants to watch."

"That's it! Isn't it just a head? If he dies, he will die. If he doesn't die, where will you find a new head?"

"Maybe, your previous head of Confucianism was killed by your new head."

"Yes, yes, I think it is very possible."

The responsibility of nearly a million people is like a torrential flood.

Wave after wave, wave higher than wave.