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

"On the eve of the decisive battle."

"Zhu Chongba is wearing an awe-inspiring armor, standing at the forefront of the 20 army."

"He looked back and saw one heroic general after another."

"He used to be just a child from a poor family, a beggar who couldn't afford to eat, and a monk who was bullied."

"And all of this is like the past."

"At this moment, he is sitting on an army of 20, with thousands of generals."

"They are loyal and they are fearless!"

"From a bowl at the beginning to swallowing mountains and rivers like a tiger."

"Zhu Chongba has finally reached the most glorious moment in his life."

"He looked at the last ray of sunlight in the sky, and his eyes gradually became firm, hot, and longing."

"bring it on!"

"Fight!"

"This world is too crowded, the small one can only accommodate one emperor."

"Let's decide the winner!"

"Zhu Chongba took all his belongings and went to the battlefield vigorously."

"And at the same moment."

"His opponent, the fisherman, is also making the final mobilization."

"It's raining lightly, pattering down."

387 "The fisherman glanced fiercely at the 60 troops in front of him, and shouted coldly: 'In this battle, with the soldiers of the whole country, we have the intention of advancing and never retreating, and whether there is death or life!"

"lets go!"

"war!"

"Just like that, the craziest gamblers in the two troubled times took everything they had and rushed to the battlefield."

"This is a war of nearly a million people, with 60 troops on one side and 20 troops on the other."

"This war is destined to be recorded in the annals of history and passed down through the ages."

"Guest officers, the battle of Poyang Lake, please listen to the next episode on time."

The immature childish voice stopped abruptly.

Under the unsatisfactory eyes of everyone, Ying Chang'an quickly disappeared on the high platform.

When they reacted, the high platform was already empty.

For an instant.

The whole city of Xianyang is fried.

"Ahh! I'm going, this brat, did he want my own life?"

"When we were talking about something exciting, did we just stop like that?"

"It's unreasonable! I want to send him a blade for this broken dog!"

"It's so uncomfortable. What happened afterwards? Who won the battle of Panyang Lake?"

"Nonsense, of course it's Zhu Chongba. Didn't the brat say it from the beginning? He's the emperor."

"You are nonsense! Of course I know that Zhu Chongba won, but how did he win, do you know?"

"This one……"

In Xianyang City with tens of millions of people, the noisy people are almost deaf.

Every street, every teahouse and wine shop, are arguing about the war between beggars and fishermen with red faces.

20 troops and 60 troops, how was this war fought?

How did Zhu Chongba win this war?

They were so uncomfortable that they were about to suffocate, as if there were thousands of ants crawling all over their bodies.

They wanted to know the ending of this story from Ying Chang'an.

in the crowd.

The three Zhu Gaochi brothers were already in cold sweat, and they stood there in a daze.

"The Battle of Panyang Lake? Second and third, why does it sound so familiar to me?"

Zhu Gaochi stared blankly at the two brothers next to him.

132 The brat releases pigeons from millions of people, and Ying Zheng is furious! (2/4, please subscribe!)

Zhu Gaoxu stared blankly at the empty high platform, and said in a daze: "Isn't that the battle we fought when our master started his army?"

"I also remember that our master's opponent at that time was called Chen..."

Zhu Gaosui thought hard, and always felt that the name was on his lips, but he couldn't remember it.

"Chen Youliang!"

The boss Zhu Gaochi's face was pale, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I heard from my father that this Chen Youliang used to be a fisherman!"

"what!?"

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui's eyes widened.

"Also, the salt seller in the story, if my guess is correct, it should be Zhang Shicheng! He used to be a salt seller."

Zhu Gaochi continued to mutter.

"Boss, don't scare people! We don't know these things. He is the prince of Daqin, and he is still a baby. How does he know such details?"

Zhu Gaoxu said suspiciously.

There are many dynasties in the Central Plains, and the history among the empires is quite chaotic.

The founding of the Ming Dynasty was only more than [-] years old, and the "History of Ming Dynasty" had not been compiled yet.

What Zhu Yuanzhang experienced in conquering the world was also passed down by word of mouth from the older generation.

The younger generation doesn't know much about that period of history.

Even the princes and grandsons of the Ming Dynasty didn't know about their grandfather's past.

How could a nineteenth prince of the Qin Dynasty, a baby who was only six or seven years old, be so precious?

"Maybe... maybe it's a coincidence?"

A smile appeared on Zhu Gaochi's face, but that smile was uglier than crying.

Although I have heard it thousands of times, how magical it is to win Chang'an.

But when it came time to experience it personally, Zhu Gaochi still instinctively wanted to escape.

In the crowd, on the other side.

The three Li Chengqian brothers were also in high spirits.

"Wow, isn't this person too stupid? He just patted his ass and left at the most exciting part of the story?"

Li Tai's chubby little face was flushed red, and his chest was heaving a little, it seemed that he was very angry.

It was hard for him to calm down.

Just immersed in Zhu Chongba's story.

If you win Chang'an, you just slip away.

It's like you have to dismantle the toilet halfway through the shit.

Uncomfortable batch!

"This prince of Qin's victory in Chang'an is indeed extraordinary, and he told a good story."

Li Chengqian smiled lightly.

"Brother, do you mean that this story is not true?"

The young Li Zhi raised his head and asked.

Li Chengqian shook his head and said with a light smile, "How is that possible? No matter which empire, which founder is illiterate and has a low status?"

"The story of this little doll is really good, but it's too unreal."

Li Zhi pursed his lips, nodded silently, looking thoughtfully at the high platform of the storytelling building.

perhaps……

Could this story be true?

The door of the storytelling building.

Both Wei Qing and Huo Qubing were dumbfounded.

"I said uncle, isn't this little doll a little too careless? Did you just run away in the middle of the story?"

Huo Qubing smacked his lips, obviously a little bit more to say.

"Hahaha, this little prince's willful temperament is really eye-catching.""

Wei Qing smiled heartily, but he didn't care. Looking at the endless crowd, he said calmly: "There are at least a few million people who come here to listen to the books. Not everyone has the courage to release pigeons for millions of people." .”

"That's true."

Huo Qubing nodded thoughtfully: "This little prince's courage is indeed worth learning from."

The corner tower of the imperial city.

Ying Zheng was furious.

"This rebellious son, no wonder people call him a brat, he is really a brat!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

Li Si smiled awkwardly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the Nineteenth Prince acts rashly, and his childlike and innocent temperament is really commendable."

The ministers standing nearby looked at each other, and none of them agreed with Li Si's opinion.

They agreed with Ying Zheng's statement.

The nineteenth prince wins Chang'an is a brat!

He's so annoying.

He was still listening to what he wanted to say, he said he would just dodge people, and he didn't even have time for people to react.

Let people immerse themselves in the story and cry and laugh, and then suddenly withdraw and leave, which makes people scratch their hearts.

"Hmph! The prime minister doesn't have to plead for him."

Ying Zheng raised his chest and raised his head, showing the majesty of a father, and said loudly: "As a father, I must teach him well. I will go now!"

"Your Majesty! Let's go too!"

"Yes, yes, yes, as the loyal ministers of Daqin, we must share the worries for His Majesty!"

"This old man has always had a lot of experience in educating children!"

Seeing that Ying Zheng was about to flee, a group of ministers surrounded him one after another, shameless.

in fact.

Both Yingzheng and these ministers have long been cultivated in the ups and downs of the officialdom.

Who doesn't know who?

Everyone knows the small ninety-nine in everyone's heart, but they just don't want to bring it to the table.

The ministers saw it at a glance.

Where is His Majesty going to teach his son a lesson?