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

In the atmosphere of millions of people shouting in unison, no one can keep calm and sober.

"Is he the nineteenth prince of Great Qin to win Chang'an?"

Among the crowd, Li Chengqian looked at the towering storytelling building.

On the highest platform, a small figure was sitting on the edge of the platform.

With two short legs dangling, and a face with red lips and white teeth, she looked like a porcelain doll jumping out of a New Year painting.

the other side.

The three brothers Zhu Gaochi were also watching Ying Chang'an in a daze.

"This way of playing is really cool! After I go back, I have to find a way to have a game."

Zhu Gaoxu clenched his fists, the blood in his heart had been ignited.

Millions of people shouted in unison, and the cheers resounded throughout the world.

Such a magnificent scene made it impossible for him to keep calm.

"What a Great Qin Nineteenth Prince, no wonder Grandpa Huang sees him differently."

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Zhu Yunqi stared at the high platform with unwillingness and jealousy in his eyes.

He also wants to be a person like Ying Changan, who can raise his head in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, and be confident and proud, and tell Zhu Yuanzhang loudly: "Grandpa, your grandson Zhu Yunqi has not let you down!"

but.

Fantasy is always nice.

From the moment Zhu Yunqi envied others, he was doomed not to be the person he envied.

"Uncle, this little doll is younger than me, and looks only six or seven years old."

Huo Qubing, who was crowded at the door of the storytelling building, looked up at the top of his head, his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Yeah, younger than you, but stronger than me."

Wei Qing nodded silently, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He is very grateful and admires Win Chang'an.

The mere mention of the imperial examination system is the way of a sage, opening the door to scholars all over the world.

This kind of earth-shattering grand feat is enough to make people admire.

Although Wei Qing failed repeatedly, it didn't affect his feeling that he won Chang'an's praise!

now.

The corner tower of the palace.

Ying Zheng stood here with Li Si and other ministers, staring dumbfounded at the crowd not far away.

"My God, I don't know if I'm not at a high place, but I'm startled when I'm at a high place! Xianyang City is almost covered by people."

"It's the first time this old man has seen such a scene after living at such an old age. It's really spectacular."

"At this moment, I want to chant a poem."

"Hurry up and shut up, you! I can write a lot of those bad poems you wrote in the toilet."

"Hahaha!"

The ministers who are close to each other, while admiring the grand scene in front of them, made jokes.

They are relaxed and happy.

Winning Chang'an has such a huge influence, they want to see this scene more than anyone else.

This shows that Ying Chang'an has grown again.

His reputation, his ability, and his wings are rapidly improving in a way visible to the naked eye.

Overwhelming.

Almost everyone has acquiesced to a fact in their hearts.

Winning Chang'an will become the next successor of Daqin!

of course.

There are also some people who extremely refuse to win Chang'an to succeed the Great Qin King.

The representative figure is of course Zhao Gao.

Zhao Gao, who was following Ying Zheng, watched this scene helplessly and gritted his teeth in hatred.

The stronger he wins Chang'an, the more distant his goal will be.

"It can't be done, we must find a way as soon as possible."

He muttered to himself.

Ying Zheng naturally didn't know what Zhao Gao was thinking.

He stood by the corner window, looking at the grand scene in front of him in relief.

Win Chang'an, his precious youngest son, created such a brilliant event with his own ability!

No one helped, no one stepped in.

Even Ying Zheng himself is not sure whether he can have such a strong appeal and influence.

"Hey, how can I be so good? I gave birth to such a good son!"

As the first emperor through the ages, Ying Zheng grinned.

To laugh is to be happy, and to be swollen.

Li Si and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

"Okay, it's too messy, be more quiet!"

At this time, a clear and clear voice sounded from the high platform, clear and ethereal, spreading extremely clearly to every corner of Xianyang City.

Winning Chang'an is a fairyland, and it is still very easy to let your voice be like the Sanskrit sound of the Dao Dao, covering a city of Xianyang.

Just a moment.

The entire city of Xianyang fell silent.

Millions of people stopped their crowded movements and silently looked up at the sky, the distance, and the direction of the storytelling building.

in the crowd.

Brother Li Chengqian, brother Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Yunqi, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and others all looked around blankly, their eyes became more serious.

From extreme noise to extreme silence, it's just a blink of an eye.

In their ears, there was even a huge roar because the state of the two was too sudden.

"Gollum!"

"He's stronger than expected."

Wei Qing swallowed and spit.

Quiet millions of people in an instant.

Orders and orders are prohibited, and words follow the law.

I don't know how to describe this level of difficulty.

The war instinct in Wei Qing's blood told him that if this little baby goes to the battlefield in the future, commanding a million-strong army is just his starting point.

This is a bit too scary!

"I want to be like him! I must be like him!"

Huo Qubing's eyes were full of dazzling light.

He's excited, he's jumping for joy, he can't wait!

He wants to catch up with that lofty Ying Changan, even if it is unattainable, even if it is difficult to catch up.

But a young man with a flamboyant heart will never be afraid! .

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The blue and clear sky shrouded the prosperous and somewhat crowded city of Xianyang.

The towering towering roof of the storytelling building.

Ying Changan sat on the edge of the high platform, looking at the people in the whole city.

His long black and soft hair fluttered in the wind, setting off his little face with red lips and white teeth, making him look extraordinarily cute.

"Oh, I'm so welcome."

He sighed old-fashionedly, but the smug smile on the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

"Forget it, let's make do with it today."

Ying Changan rubbed his chin, decided not to open the storytelling building, let everyone stand in place and listen quietly.

"Shen Wansan and Meng Yi must find a bigger place as soon as possible to build a better storytelling building."

After speaking.

Ying Changan stood on the high platform and said softly: "There are too many people today, and the storytelling building can't be crowded, so I'll just tell the story like this. Don't worry, everyone, I'm sure everyone can hear it."

The crisp and melodious child's voice seems to have a special magical power, easily penetrating everyone's eardrums and lingering in their minds.

Even the soldiers guarding the gate of Xianyang City can hear clearly.

Joy and excitement appeared on the faces of tens of millions of people.

"Great, so we don't have to push forward."

"It's not just crowded? I can even sit on the floor and have a cup of tea."

"Your Highness is so caring, how can there be such a cute and warm little boy."

"Hey, if this is the son of the slave family, the slave family will be afraid of melting every day, and will sleep with him every night, and will not leave for a moment."

"Ahhh! Help, I'm about to be turned into a cutie by Your Highness!"

The decision to win Chang'an made the people of Xianyang City feel warm in their hearts.

There are many wealthy daughters and wives from many empires, with stars in their eyes, looking at the porcelain dolls on the high platform, drooling.

A woman's nature, who wouldn't want to have such a doll-like young lady?

"This little guy is so caring, the three of us finally don't have to squeeze forward."

Zhu Gaochi heaved a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and never wanted to get up again.

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui leaned against Zhu Gaochi, and the three brothers panted heavily.

"Yeah, finally there is no need to squeeze forward. It's good to listen here, and I don't want to go any further."

Zhu Gaoxu was also very depressed.

the other side.

The three Li Chengqian brothers also breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Tai used a handkerchief as a fan, wiped off his sweat, and fanned the wind. His chubby face was covered with beads of hot sweat.

"Brother, Lao Jiu, tell me, why have I never felt so hot in summer before?"

He muttered suspiciously.

"..."

The corner of Li Chengqian's mouth twitched, expressing that he didn't want to talk to this fool.

Li Zhi smiled embarrassingly: "Fourth brother, you are staying at your own mansion in summer, with ice cubes and maids serving you, so it must not be hot. Besides, this is still summer, autumn is almost here." "."

"whispering sound!"

Li Tai curled his lips and didn't want to talk anymore.