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

"But we didn't expect that it was this decision that led to the disintegration of the empire and the fratricide between the children and grandchildren. Some princes even burned themselves to death."

"We want to ask you, what does this sentence mean?"

The sky gradually darkened.

The last ray of sunset has completely disappeared.

The sky full of stars spread out on the dark night sky, shining brightly.

The stream murmured.

The crackling of the bonfire.

The five emperors were all silent and looked at Ying Chang'an in unison.

Ying Changan also stopped chewing.

I thought it was too bad, I was talking too much, and exposed this 5.7 incident.

"Uh……"

Ying Changan scratched his head and asked, "Can you change the question?"

"No."

Zhu Yuanzhang refused quite simply.

For him.

Is there any problem in this world more serious than this?

"If you want to know, it's not impossible."

Ying Chang'an pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "But, you, and all of you present, must promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

The five emperors spoke at the same time.

"After tonight, you will pretend that I haven't said anything, and you don't know anything."

"can."

The five emperors spoke at the same time again.

"..."

Ying Changan grinned.

Do you want to be so tacit?

Look at the insincere looks of each of you, it's clear that you are just trying to coax children!

"Ugh!"

Ying Chang'an sighed, feeling helpless.

There are causes and effects in the world.

Since I chose to tell Zhu Chongba's story, I owe Zhu Yuanzhang a favor.

"The cause of the past, the fruit of today, I will give it back to you."

Ying Chang'an left Yaomei'er's warm embrace, sat up straight, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, then let me tell you a story."

.......

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Under the night sky, the stars are dazzling.

Mountain streams, gurgling water.

The flickering fireflies wander quietly in the distance.

The bonfire was crackling.

The five emperors sat in a circle, quietly listening to the story of Ying Chang'an.

"Where does this story begin?"

Win Chang'an's milky mouth.

"It is said that there is an empire. After the old emperor died, he passed the throne to his most beloved grandson."

"In the eyes of the old emperor, his grandson Zhai is kind-hearted, intelligent, and the best candidate to inherit the throne."

"But that's not the most important reason."

"Because the old emperor's son is the former prince, the old emperor's favorite son."

"Unfortunate events can happen."

"The prince died of illness. The old emperor loved Wu and Wu. He would rather pass the throne to the prince's son than give his other sons a chance."

"And this also planted a huge hidden danger."

"In the eyes of the old emperor, all his sons are loyal and will do their best to assist 02 his grandson."

"How many people in the world can resist the temptation of the emperor's throne?"

"The old emperor was too confident, he thought he knew his descendants."

"It turns out, a lot of times, parents don't really know their kids."

"The old emperor's grandson will eventually become the new emperor of the empire as he wished."

"But the new emperor is not happy."

"Because there are nine dazzling suns above his head, he can't breathe under the pressure, he can't raise his head, and he can't look directly at the vast sea and sky."

"And these nine dazzling suns are his nine uncles, the nine most powerful vassals in the empire."

"The young emperor knew very well that as long as the nine uncles are still vassal kings, his throne will not be stable for a day."

Speaking of here.

Zhu Yuanzhang was obviously not calm.

"Impossible. We know our grandson well. He has always been kind-hearted. It is absolutely impossible for him to have such an idea."

He shouted in a rough voice: "Our nine sons are all for him to protect the family and the country. They are all one family."

Yes.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

Whether it is a son or a grandson.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

Those lovely descendants are his most beloved family members and will never betray him.

but.

This is just Zhu Yuanzhang's opinion.

As a father, as a grandfather, his thinking is indeed understandable.

But the problem is.

He is looking down on his descendants from a high angle.

He can use his father's identity, as well as his grandfather's identity, to beat and scold at will, and punish future generations at will.

But from the perspective of future generations, this is not the case.

The son and grandson are called a family, but they are not of one mind.

Who can accept people who are a generation younger than themselves, but climbed on top of themselves.

He was clearly an uncle, yet he knelt down on the ground and treated his nephew respectfully.

That psychological gap is far more cruel than any punishment.

Ying Zheng, Wu Meiniang, Li Shimin, Zhao Kuangyin and others did not speak.

They just looked at Zhu Yuanzhang silently.

As a generation of emperors.

These people are very aware of the hidden dangers of passing the throne to their grandchildren from generation to generation.

Heart to heart.

If their father did this, they would definitely feel bad.

"Old Zhu, don't be so excited, I was just telling a story casually, and I didn't say it was about your family."

Ying Changan shrugged and showed a sly smile.

Everyone except Zhu Yuanzhang also smiled.

This little guy is really impeccable in his work.

"..."

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, so angry that he wanted to curse, but there was no reason.

"Go on, let's listen."

In the end, he could only swallow his breath first, and listen to the story patiently before telling it.

"Ok."

Ying Chang'an nodded his head.

"Then I will continue."

"After the new emperor ascended the throne, the first thing he did was to find the three think tanks left by his grandfather for him, commonly known as the three wise men."

"These three people are all great Confucians who have learned from ancient times and modern times."

"But the three of them also have another thing in common, they are all nerds."

"They are sincere and commendable, but they don't know politics. They are not benevolence and morality in books, but bloody battlefields."

"If you're not careful, you'll be doomed. Not only will your life be lost, but even the Nine Clans will be implicated."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng clenched his palms excitedly.

There was a hot and dazzling light in his eyes.

"Politics is not the benevolence and morality in books, but a bloody battlefield!"

This sentence is really a wise saying that reveals the skin and bones!

Ying Zheng chewed on this sentence repeatedly, and the joy in his heart increased.

He no longer doubted, no longer worried.

Daqin's future successor must be him, and it must be him!

Not only Ying Zheng.

Wu Meiniang, Li Shimin, Zhao Kuangyin, and even Zhu Yuanzhang who was listening to the story all shuddered.

Of these places here, which one didn't roll out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood?

Even Wu Meiniang, the youngest girl, has already experienced the past of being driven out of the empire by others and brought back by borrowing soldiers.

Ying Chang'an's words are simply a portrayal of their lives.

"This kid is even more outrageous than I imagined."

Li Shimin squinted his eyes slightly, silently looking at the young Ying Chang'an.

Subsequently.

His eyes shifted to Ying Zheng's body, and he sighed secretly.

People are more popular than dead people.