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

"Eldest son!"

Hearing this sentence, Meng Yi burst into tears on the spot.

He knelt down on one knee, clenched his fist with his right hand over his heart, and said goodbye to the eldest son Fusu for the last time.

……

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

Under the pear tree in the Grand View Garden, a few magpies were chirping non-stop.

Yao Mei'er got up early in the morning, went in and out of the kitchen, carrying the same steaming meals, and carefully placed them on the stone table in the courtyard.

After finishing all this, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the food on the table with satisfaction, and showed a sweet smile.

Followed by.

Yao Meier turned around, twisted her water snake waist, walked to the door of Ying Chang'an's room, gently pushed the door open, and walked in without hesitation.

In the room, Yao Meier walked up to Ying Changan, who was lying on the bed.

His eyes fell on the little cute baby who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Ying Changan opened and closed his small mouth, spitting out bubbles from time to time.

"Linger, that's enough, I'm tired."

Ying Chang'an turned over, with the quilt sandwiched between his two short legs, and he was still talking in his dreams.

Yao Meier's cheeks flushed, and she said annoyedly: "This little scoundrel doesn't sleep well."

Before she finished speaking, Yao Meier slapped Ying Chang'an's little butt.

"Young master, get up, the sun is almost drying your butt."

Ying Chang'an, who was sleeping happily, squirmed like a little caterpillar.

He opened his eyes listlessly, glanced at Yao Meier, and closed his eyes again.

He murmured vaguely: "Why do you wake up so early? People have said that a child as old as me should sleep more."

Yaomei'er was amused and laughed, but she still didn't intend to let Ying Chang'an go.

She took Ying Chang'an's soft little hand, pulled it up forcefully, and said, "Usually it's fine, but not today."

Ying Changan sat on the bed with his calves crossed, rubbed his eyes, and asked childishly, "What's the matter today? Are you going to get married?"

"you!"

Yaomei'er suddenly became angry and bit her lip, wishing to beat up the little bastard in front of her.

"Okay, forget it if you don't get up. Just now, your father sent someone to inform you that all the princes went to Zhangtai Palace to participate in the morning court, saying that there was something important to announce. If you don't go, then don't blame me for not reminding you oh."

After finishing speaking, Yao Meier turned her head away, not planning to care about this brat anymore.

"Ok?"

Hearing this sentence, Ying Chang'an finally opened his eyes, and muttered, "What kind of early morning court? If I become emperor in the future, I will definitely change the time of court to the afternoon."

"..."

Yaomei'er's face was flushed red with anger, and her eyes almost rolled to the sky.

She had a hunch of some kind.

Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by this brat.

【Linglong】⑧5⑥⒈0⒐78⒉

"Ling'er, what are you still doing in a daze, quickly put on clothes for me."

Ying Chang'an was sitting on the edge of the bed, his two white and tender short legs were dangling, and his tone was quite natural.

"call!"

Yao Meier breathed a sigh of relief.

I will endure!

Afterwards, she turned around, showed an extremely perfunctory smile, walked to the side of the bed, and dressed Ying Changan.

In less than half an hour, under Yao Meier's meticulous service, Ying Chang'an finished washing and came to the courtyard.

"smell good!"

Ying Changan sat on the stone bench, looked at the food on the table, picked up the bowl and started cooking.

After the wind blew away, all the food on the stone table was swept away.

Looking at Ying Chang'an's round belly, Yao Meier felt sweet in her heart.

This shows that her meals are recognized.

022 This brat wants to kill me!

"Okay, I'm full, I'll go first."

Ying Chang'an wiped his small mouth, jumped off the stone bench, and walked towards the door proudly.

But I haven't taken two steps.

Ying Changan suddenly stopped.

As if thinking of something, he turned around and walked in front of Yao Meier, grabbed her slender hand, and put a blood-colored stone in his palm.

"this is for you."

Yao Meier lowered her head, staring at the blood-colored stone in her palm, her pupils suddenly shrank.

"Is this the Blood Smoke Stone?"

Ying Changan complained: "How do you know everything?"

"Isn't it strange that you don't know?"

Yao Meier glanced at the Blood Smoke Stone again, and said softly: "The Blood Smoke Stone is said to have originated from the Blood Soul Cave. I heard that as long as it is not a serious injury that kills immediately, the Blood Smoke Stone can be revived."

"Well, it sounds really powerful."

Ying Chang'an nodded nonchalantly, turned around, waved his hands, and walked towards the door.

"Young Master!" Yao Meier withdrew her shocked mind and shouted at Ying Chang'an.

Ying Chang'an turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yao Meier paused, glanced at the Blood Smoke Stone, then looked up at Ying Changan, and asked: "Such a precious thing, are you sure you want to give it to me?"

"Of course." Ying Changan shrugged.

Yao Meier showed a charming smile again, and said in a frivolous voice: "Then I will thank you, young master."

"Don't thank me, just heal the cuts on your hands that were scratched by the kitchen knife quickly, so that perfectionists like me won't be embarrassed."

After finishing speaking, Ying Changan walked out of the courtyard with short legs.

Hearing these words, Yao Mei'er's expression froze suddenly, her beautiful eyes flickered at the empty doorway.

a long time.

She held the blood smoke stone in her palm, put it on her chest, and smiled knowingly.

……

In the early morning, the bright sun shines on the entire Xianyang Palace.

Even Zhangtai Hall, at this moment, is bright and majestic.

The ministers and officials gathered together and stood solemnly.

Some careful ministers noticed that there seemed to be something different this morning.

There is an area vacant above the main hall.

All the princes knelt and sat there.

Many ministers who don't know why are whispering, not knowing what big event will happen today.

There are also many important officials of the court who are calm, as if they have expected something.

High on the throne.

Ying Zheng, who was wearing a black dragon robe, closed his eyes and meditated.

CRRC Mansion Commander Zhao Gao stood aside.

After about a cup of tea, Ying Zheng slowly opened his eyes, scanning the hall like a falcon, and said calmly, "Is everything here?"

Zhao Gao hurried forward and said respectfully: "All officials and princes have arrived, only the nineteenth prince has not yet appeared."

"Well."

Ying Zheng seemed to reply and closed his eyes again.

Zhao Gao opened his mouth, wanting to take this opportunity to sue Chang'an.

But seeing Ying Zheng's attitude, the words that had come to his lips made him swallow them again.

Zhao Gao felt a little depressed.

The ministers and officials may not be able to see it, but Zhao Gao noticed something strange in the subtleties.

At this time, the morning hour has passed.

Zhao Gao has served Yingzheng for decades, and he has never seen him postpone the early court for anyone.

Even the veteran general Wang Jian with outstanding meritorious service, and Meng Tian who made great contributions to Ying Zheng's ascension to the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, did not have such honors.

But today, Ying Zheng made an exception!

And it's so casual, so careless, it's obvious that he intends to protect his youngest son.

Zhao Gao originally thought that winning Chang'an had gotten enough favor.

But he still far underestimated the status of this little baby in Ying Zheng's heart.

Prince's seat.

Fusu was in the first seat, looking out of the hall with a heavy heart, and anxiously waiting for Ying Chang'an's arrival.

Hu Hai raised his head triumphantly, as if he was very confident.

The other princes either bowed their heads in silence, or were nervous.

After about a stick of incense time.

A small figure finally appeared in Zhangtai Hall.

"Your Majesty, the Nineteenth Prince has arrived."

Zhao Gao softly awakened Ying Zheng with his eyes closed.

Ying Zheng raised his eyes slowly, looking at the little guy who swaggered in, his majestic eyes added a touch of tenderness.

"It's outrageous, let's see what time it is?"

He pretended to be angry and blamed Ying Chang'an.

"Father, you can't blame me. The person who came to inform me was delayed, so I was late."

Ying Chang'an spread out his small hand in aggrieved way.

Hearing these words, Zhao Gao's face suddenly changed, and he stared at Ying Chang'an calmly.

"Zhao Gao, what's going on?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Zhao Gao beside him, with a harsh tone of reproach in his tone.

"Your Majesty forgive me, it's the old slave's carelessness."

Zhao Gao hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty, his expression was terrified, but the corners of his mouth were twitching angrily.

Gan!

Carry the cauldron!