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

He laughed loudly, grabbed the wine jug next to him and took a sip, and laughed wantonly and boldly: "Hahaha, reading thousands of volumes of books can cultivate a noble spirit."

"I set up my heart for the world, my life for the people, my knowledge for the past, and peace for all generations to come!"

"Little guy, do you intend to pass it on?"

thump!

Accompanied by an unusually violent heartbeat, Ying Changan suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of mountains and mountains in his chest, high valleys and abysses, thousands of miles of great rivers and mountains.

In front of Ying Chang'an's eyes, a splash-ink painting of Kyushu's mountains and rivers emerged.

A wolf hair brush spans tens of thousands of miles of rivers and rivers, turning into a golden light that melts on Ying Chang'an's chest.

"What a majestic book business spirit!"

"What a pleasant spring and autumn sixtieth birthday!"

Ying Chang'an grinned, as if he had thousands of strategies in his chest, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

……

On the corridor leading to the Grand View Garden.

The Yaomeier dressed in shock was holding a fragrant meal, twisted her waist, and walked steadily towards the Grand View Garden.

"That little guy is very picky. He doesn't like the craftsmanship of the imperial chef, and he doesn't know if the food I cook with my own hands suits his taste."

Yao Meier lowered her head, looked at the porridge and side dishes in her hands, and pursed her lips.

This time, she was not playing tricks, but put down her figure and humbly asked the imperial chefs in Xianyang Palace for advice.

Learn to cook little by little, just for the little guy who is enjoying himself in the Grand View Garden.

There were already a few imperceptible small knife marks on the slender fingers like onion segments.

That was when Yao Meier cut vegetables with a knife, and accidentally scratched it.

While thinking.

She has come to the gate of the Grand View Garden.

At this moment, a mighty righteousness gushed out from the crack of the door.

The majestic and fierce aura made Yaomeier's three thousand black hairs dance along with it, like a fairy princess from the nine heavens.

"What a strong breath."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and murmured with a serious expression: "Is it a breakthrough in cultivation?"

No, it's not that kind of feeling, it seems to be just a simple breath.

Just the breath alone contains such a strong will?

Yaomei'er's beautiful eyes trembled, and after a short pause, a charming and charming smile appeared on her face again.

She lightly lifted her toes, climbed up the steps, and walked into the Grand View Garden.

"This little guy seems to be hiding a lot of secrets."

.......

020 Hehe, how could I cheat my friends?

While Ying Chang'an was having a great time with Yao Meier in the Grand View Garden, the imperial edict issued by Ying Zheng was also spreading in Xianyang city.

Your Majesty has a decree that the eldest son Fusu will leave the capital in three days and go to Jiuyuan to assist General Meng Tian in defending against the Huns.

No matter if they were high-ranking officials, peddlers, or ordinary people, after hearing the news, they were all in an uproar.

The Great Qin unified the six countries, Fusu grew up day by day, and began to listen to the government.

For a long time, it has been a tacit fact that the eldest son will be the heir of the Great Qin Empire.

No matter who it is, it seems that this is a natural thing.

However, the edict issued by Ying Zheng was like throwing a boulder on a calm lake, causing a stormy sea in an instant.

Some people are shocked, some people feel incredible.

After all, the eldest son, Fusu, was honest, humble and polite, and his reputation spread far and wide in Xianyang City and even the whole Great Qin.

In anyone's eyes, no matter how you look at it, Fusu is a qualified heir.

Many people can't figure it out.

Why did His Majesty suddenly make such a decision?

of course.

When Fusu was expelled from the capital, many people secretly celebrated and even cheered.

Without exception, these people are all descendants of nobles from the six countries.

For example, Zhang Liang, who is in the capital at the moment, is planning to assassinate Ying Zheng.

When he heard the news, he looked up to the sky and laughed happily.

"Hahaha, that's great, God helped me too."

Uncle Xiang looked at the crazy Zhang Liang with complicated eyes, and asked, "Brother Zhang Liang, what does Fusu leave the capital have to do with us? Why are you so happy?"

"Brother Xiang, are you superficial?"

Zhang Liang glanced at Uncle Xiang with a slight sense of superiority, and said leisurely: "Fu Su is the most talented person among the princes of Yingzheng, and he is also the person who threatens us the most to overthrow the atrocities in the future."

"He is equivalent to the prince of the Great Qin Empire. The tyrant Yingzheng is getting old day by day. Letting the eldest son leave Beijing at this time means that the two of them have irreconcilable conflicts."

"That is to say, there is a split within Daqin, which will definitely plant the seeds of disaster for the future."

"After a hundred years of Yingzheng, among the many princes, except for Fusu, none of them can clean up the situation."

"As long as we plan properly, Great Qin will definitely fall apart. Isn't that worth celebrating?"

After hearing Zhang Liang's remarks, Uncle Xiang suddenly realized, without giving a thumbs up, he praised: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. You are indeed brother Zhang Liang."

Zhang Liang raised his neck, enjoying the praise from Xiang Bo, a little bit elated.

"However, I think the nineteenth prince has some talents."

After praising Zhang Liang, a porcelain doll suddenly appeared in Uncle Xiang's mind, and he couldn't help frowning.

He always felt that the little doll was not simple.

Zhang Liang smiled disdainfully, and said lightly: "What kind of storm can a little baby cause? Don't worry about him."

"By the way, I have already inquired about it. In a few days, the tyrant will go out to hunt in the city. When he returns to Xianyang City, the tyrant will accept the worship of the people in the city."

"At that time is the best opportunity for us to assassinate."

"Brother Xiang, have you found a suitable candidate?"

Xiang Bo shook his head in embarrassment: "No, the people I selected are all innate, whether it's temperament or strength, they are far behind."

"If it doesn't work, I have to do it myself."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang was overjoyed, put his hand on Uncle Xiang's shoulder, and said, "Brother Xiang, if you do it yourself, that would be the best."

"You have the strength of a master, and it is easy to assassinate a tyrant at close range."

Uncle Xiang rolled his eyes at Zhang Liang, curled his lips and said, "Did you plan to take me to Xianyang when you brought me to Xianyang?"

Zhang Liang scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile, "Ah? Hehe, how is it possible? How could I cheat on my friends?"

"Just you? Leave me a whole body in the future, and I'll be thankful."

Xiang Bo didn't care about these, and joked casually.

After all, the Xiang clan of Chu State had a sworn feud with Da Qin.

It is his duty to assassinate the tyrant.

……

At night, everything is silent.

In the eldest son's mansion of Xianyang Palace, Fusu stood alone in the courtyard, looking a little lonely.

"Father and I, have we finally come to this point?"

He raised his head and looked at the sky full of stars, two lines of tears flowed down unconsciously.

"Young Master, don't be discouraged. Your Majesty may just be trying to hone your character."

A young man with a determined face stood beside Fusu.

"Meng Yi, don't comfort me anymore, I'm not a fool."

Fusu smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I have different ideas from my father, and my father will not let me inherit the throne. Maybe if I leave this time, I will never come back again in this life."

Meng Yi couldn't help asking: "Young Master, can't you be soft and agree to the county system?"

Fusu gradually restrained her smile, and said in a firm tone: "Some things can be subdued, but some things cannot be subdued. If I change my belief, not only will my father look down on me, but I will also look down on myself."

"..."

Meng Yi was a little dumbfounded.

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Fusu's big head was like an elm lump.

Those rotten Confucians don't know anything else, but they really have a way of brainwashing.

The eldest son is completely useless.

"Meng Yi."

At this time, Fusu turned his head, looked at Meng Yi seriously, and said, "I want you to promise me one thing."

"My eldest son, please order!"

Meng Yi clasped his fists and said solemnly.

Fusu lowered his head, pondered for a while, then raised his head, as if he had made up his mind, and said in a deep voice: "Meng Yi, from now on, I want you to follow Xiao Jiujiu. You must be as loyal to him as you are to me. Live and die with him."

021 Youmeier, who is so angry that she explodes, I will bear it!

"What? The nineteenth prince?"

Hearing Fusu's words, Meng Yi was a little stunned and surprised.

At the moment when Fusu is about to bid farewell to the capital, the thing he wants to entrust to Meng Yi is to let him follow Ying Chang'an.

"What? Don't you want to?" Fusu's eyes flashed a trace of disappointment.

Meng Yi came back to his senses and quickly shook his head: "No, I just didn't expect that the eldest son entrusted me with this matter."

Fusu smiled in relief: "Don't say it's you, if it was a year ago, I wouldn't even have imagined it myself."

"But as that little guy grew up slowly, I saw more and more the shadow of my father from him."

"Smart, free and easy, unexpected, and the courage to risk everything to do it."

"It's like the last time he set up a stage to tell a story, he dared to beat Hu Hai and Zhao Gao in the street. If it was me, I would not be able to do such a bold and reckless thing."

"But Xiao Nineteen dares. His courage to go forward is more suitable than me to succeed the Great Qin King."

Hearing these words, Meng Yi was a little silent.

He has heard a little about what the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an did, and he has seen some of it.

But he never felt that that little cute baby, who was only five years old, could carry the entire Great Qin Dynasty on his young shoulders.

But as a loyal minister, or as a friend, Meng Yi would never refuse Fusu's entrustment.

After a long time.

Meng Yi nodded heavily, and said with a choked voice: "Don't worry, the eldest son, the Meng family will regard the nineteenth prince as their life, and go through fire and water for him, and die without hesitation."

With Meng Yi's promise, Fusu seemed to relax all over, and even the smile on his face relaxed a lot.

"Okay, so, even if I die on the battlefield in Jiuyuan, I will still be smiling at Jiuquan."