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

He must want to make a small fuss and eavesdrop on the story behind!

If it was anything else, the ministers would turn a blind eye.

But only to win Changan's storytelling, you must not take half a step back, you must fight hard with reason!

If you want to eat alone, there is no way!

What's wrong, Your Majesty?

It's about storytelling, only listeners, not Your Majesty!

Ying Zheng:? ? ?

He was a little dazed.

On weekdays.

When these ministers saw him, they were like a mouse seeing a cat. They didn't dare to take a breath. How dare they block the way?

Today, in order to hear the follow-up of Ying Chang'an's story, I am really fearless.

"quiet!"

Li Si raised his eyebrows coldly, shouted loudly, and walked forward aggressively.

The ministers stepped aside one after another.

After all, he is the prime minister, the head of all officials.

Li Si came to Yingzheng and said righteously: "Your Majesty, when it comes to educating children, my minister's experience is like a vast river. Let me accompany you by your majesty's side! You can also be a consultant."

"..."

Ying Zheng couldn't laugh or cry, he glanced at Li Si and the ministers in front of him.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all smiled heartily.

"Hahaha!"

In the turret, a burst of harmonious laughter broke out.

Ying Zheng mingled with all the officials.

This is an extremely rare scene in the Great Qin Empire.

After a while.

The square in front of Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng and a group of ministers rushed towards Ying Chang'an's residence once again.

……

Xianyang Palace, Grand View Garden.

It's past noon.

The sun is gradually softening and falling on the courtyard, looking bright and warm.

The leaves of the pear blossoms in the yard are gradually turning yellow, hanging on the branches of the trees, and will be blown off by the breeze from time to time, floating in every corner of the yard.

Ying Changan sat on a rocking chair under the pear tree.

The white, tender and fleshy little arms rested on the back of the head.

The whole person was wobbly and extremely comfortable.

"Come on, son, drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Lu Zhi came out of the kitchen, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and naturally sat beside Ying Chang'an.

Her nimble eyes flickered, looking at the little cute baby as if she was looking at a baby.

"It's very considerate. After talking all morning, my throat is going to smoke."

Ying Changan took a sip of the tea, grinned and nodded.

"It's really hard work, son."

Lu Zhi smiled: "'But it is also because of the young master that the entire Xianyang city has such a grand scene, and there are tens of millions of people. You are really amazing, young master!"

Speaking of the end.

Lu's pheasant's face was flushed pink, obviously he was a little excited when he said it.

She had never seen such a grand scene.

In the bustling city of Xianyang, every wide street is full of congestion.

When Ying Chang'an appeared, the whole city cheered like a wave, almost completely submerging Xianyang City.

When Ying Chang'an was a storyteller, the city miraculously quieted down again, immersing himself in his story like a fascination.

Lu Zhi will never forget what he saw and heard today.

She never thought that there would be such a magical young man in this world, with such a great charm, who would tug at everyone's heartstrings.

"It's okay, in fact, I'm not that powerful, I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants."

Ying Chang'an waved his chubby hands nonchalantly.

He really didn't think it was a big deal.

He is not great, what is great is the people in those stories.

As he said, standing on the shoulders of giants.

In Ying Chang'an's eyes, the so-called giants are those glorious heroes in the long river of history.

Every once in a while, such a group of people would appear in Huaxia.

They will drive out the Tartars, end the troubled times, and seek eternal peace for the people of the Central Plains.

They fought their way out of the purgatory on earth to protect the soul of the Han family.

These people are real heroes!

Zhu Yuanzhang was like this, and his father, Emperor Yingzheng, was even more like this.

These people are worth remembering. (Good Money Zhao)

"Young master, sometimes, I really think that you are not like a child, but more like a charming young man."

Holding her delicate chin, Lu Zhi stared at the little cute baby fascinatedly, her voice was soft and sweet.

"Who can still be a child forever? I always have to grow up, wait a minute, I will grow up in the blink of an eye!"

Ying Chang'an blinked his big black eyes, and looked quite serious, like a little adult.

"Giggle!"

Lu Zhi covered her mouth with a delicate smile, and said softly: "Then I really hope that this day can arrive earlier."

"Hey? Why?"

Ying Chang'an tilted his head, his eyes were bent into crescent moons, and looked at the green skirt girl in front of him with malicious intent.

"..."

Lu Zhi's smile froze slightly, he lowered his head quietly, and asked, "Master, when you grow up, maybe you will understand?"

"That's great."

Ying Chang'an didn't ask any further questions, and lay back on the rocking chair, swaying leisurely.

Lu Zhi glanced at him, then looked back silently, looking at the fairy grass blooming with emerald green light at the base of the courtyard wall, a trace of longing flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, your father is here, why don't you come out to pick me up soon?"

Ying Zheng changed from his usual majesty, and his voice was ridiculously loud, for fear that others would not know that he was Ying Chang'an's father.

No matter which father it is, with such a clever young son, he would probably be eager to let the whole world know about it, right? .

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Ying Zheng's words did not come out.

A group of people walked into the courtyard with a whimper.

"Father, didn't you come here this morning?"

Ying Chang'an jumped off the rocking chair and came to Ying Zheng in a bouncing manner.

"You boy, I came here to teach you for the officials."

Ying Zheng pretended to be serious, but his eyes were full of indulgence, and he couldn't perfectly cover up the smile on his lips.

All the ministers and officials, including Li Si, were all stunned on the spot again, looking at Ying Zheng in front of them with the gaze of a stranger.

The majestic and majestic Emperor of the Ages, at this moment, in their eyes, seemed to be a different person.

A person who can not only laugh, but also throw blame at will.

The former Yingzheng was unsmiling, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, and his behavior always revealed an unapproachable imperial power.

But ever since the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an became more and more active, the ever-stern emperor had gradually become more human-like.

Not bad.

The ministers, including Li Si, felt that Ying Zheng finally looked like a real person.

He used to be aloof, overlooking the earth and all living beings.

No one really understood him, and no one was qualified enough to stand beside him.

He is like the patron saint of Daqin, standing alone at the highest point, without emotions, joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows, and he doesn't even seem to have any feelings.

He was born for Daqin all his life, destined to be superior, and destined not to be an ordinary person.

However, the appearance of Ying Chang'an changed Ying Zheng, and it seemed that he understood that besides the identity of Emperor Daqin, he could also have another identity.

The name of this identity is called father.

then.

Ying Zheng's smile grew more and more every day, but the wrinkles on his face became less and less every day.

His eyes gradually revealed full of warmth and love.

That is the feeling that the emperor who once stood on the highest place through the ages will never be able to touch.

"His Majesty……"

Perhaps because he was moved by this scene, Li Si's eyes turned red, and 387 burst into tears.

The other ministers also wept silently.

"Father, Nong, you have already bullied them."

Ying Chang'an's eyes passed through Ying Zheng, watching Li Si and the others burst into tears, he couldn't help but pout that way.

He thought Ying Zheng was throwing the blame on purpose and made these old guys cry.

"Ok?"

Ying Zheng looked back and was startled.

Good guy!

What about mourning?

"What's the matter with you?"

He couldn't help asking.

"No, nothing."

Li Si's mouth was turned up hard, trying to show a smile, but the tears were still falling, and he seemed to neither want to cry nor laugh, and it looked quite pervasive.

"..."

Ying Zheng was speechless, and said softly: "Okay, don't cry, isn't I just joking with you?"

He turned around, hugged Ying Chang'an in his arms, pinched the little cute baby's nose, and said softly: "To be honest, the story you told today was good, I just want to listen to the following."