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

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"Yes, Brother Nineteen, don't bother me."

Fusu didn't want to bother too much.

Although it is a family, it is also the emperor's family.

There is always a sense of distance.

"What's the matter? Can't the three of us sleep in one bed?"

Ying Changan blinked his big black eyes, full of innocence and cuteness.

"This……"

Fusu was a little hesitant, but he also had some expectations in his heart.

From small to large.

He had never slept in the same bed with his father or brother.

In an ordinary family, it is very common for a father to sleep with his child in his arms.

Available at Imperial Home.

But it is an unattainable luxury.

"Okay, let's do it!"

While Fusu was hesitating, Yingzheng made a final decision on the matter.

That night.

The father and son shared the same bed and talked all night.

The happy laughter never stopped all night...

.......

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morning.

sunny.

In the courtyard of the Grand View Garden.

The rockery is verdant and the flowing water is gurgling.

A few orioles stood on the branches of the pear tree, chirping.

Yao Meier and Lu Zhi woke up early.

Meals are ready.

Ying Zheng and Fu Su, who hadn't slept all night, yawned and walked out of Ying Chang'an's room wearily.

It was Win Chang'an who was the youngest.

As always, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the complexion is very good.

"Father, elder brother, did you not sleep well at night?"

Lu Zhi asked with concern.

In her current name, she can also be regarded as Ying Chang'an's fiancée, and also the half mistress of this courtyard.

Of course she was worried that it would not be good for Yingzheng and Fusu to live at home.

"Aren't you used to it?"

Yao Meier also came over and asked.

Her voice is lazy and charming.

But it was hard to hide the tension in his tone.

She and Lu Zhi were worried about the same problem.

As the half mistress of this courtyard, it was her fault to make the father-in-law and uncle live in an uncomfortable place.

"Nothing."

Ying Zheng smiled and waved his hands: "Last night, these two bastards insisted on dragging me to recall the past, chatting and chatting, who knew it would be dawn."

"You two brothers and sisters, don't be nervous. I was too happy, and I even forgot to go to bed."

Fusu scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly.

inadvertently.

He glanced at Ying Changan.

Grateful eyes.

All his life, he longed for Ying Zheng's paternal love.

But as the first emperor of the ages, the first emperor will always be so high and majestic.

Like a dazzling light, people can't get close.

Even if it is his own son.

Fusu grew up in this environment.

Loneliness is always with him.

This is the helplessness and pain of being born in the emperor's family.

until one day.

A group of gray-haired old men broke into Fusu's world and taught him etiquette, integrity, and morality.

Since.

This group of people became the pillars of Fusu's spiritual world.

They have a common name.

Confucian scholars!

This is the fundamental reason why Fusu was so deeply influenced by Confucianism.

He had already given up seeking Ying Zheng's paternal love.

Unexpectedly.

When I give up, my father's love will come unexpectedly.

It was the happiest and happiest night he had ever spent.

Lie on the bed and chat with the most respected father and favorite brother.

Reminiscing about some fun things from my childhood.

It's really homey.

"Okay, let's eat together, I'm hungry."

The milky voice in the milk interrupted Fusu's recollection.

Ying Changan bouncingly sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, and began to gorge on the cooked rice.

"Okay, let's have dinner together."

Ying Zheng pulled himself together, sat down beside his youngest son, and started cooking.

The movements of the two are almost exactly the same.

Yao Meier and Lu Zhi saw it, and couldn't help sighing, they are indeed the father and mother.

"Father, nineteenth brother, wait for me."

Fusu also laughed and said, and ran to the stone table in a hurry, afraid that the food would be eaten up.

The father and son lowered their heads, all concentrating on cooking.

Soon.

Delicious meals are swept away.

Yao Mei'er and Lu Zhi, who had been waiting for a long time, cleaned up the stone table and kept it spotless.

"hiccup" "~"

Ying Chang'an patted his bulging stomach and burped happily.

"You kid, is your daily life so nourishing?"

Ying Zheng was also exhausted, stroking his stomach.

I don't know why.

Walk into this small courtyard.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was an emperor through the ages, as if he had returned to the days when he was a proton in Zhao Guo.

Although life is bitter, it is also carefree, and there is no emperor's shackles.

He can do whatever he wants, and say whatever he wants.

Don't care about the opinions of the ministers and officials and the people of the world.

"Of course, otherwise, why would I not want to be an emperor? Being a salted fish is my goal in life."

Ying Chang'an nodded and said nonchalantly.

"Ah!"

Fusu couldn't laugh or cry, shook his head and said: "Nineteenth brother, there are countless people in the world who want to fight for the throne of the Great Qin Emperor. You are good, Father and I chased your ass and gave it to you, you are not too rare. "

Ying Chang'an said nonchalantly, "Tch, being an emperor can be as free as I am?"

"Uh……"

Fusu was a little speechless.

This is true.

"Okay, even if you wear out your mouth, the position of Prince Daqin can only be you, and it must be you. You have no room for bargaining."

Ying Zheng's expression suddenly became serious.

He's not kidding.

The public weapon of the country cannot tolerate any carelessness.

Only when Da Qin is handed over to Ying Chang'an can Ying Zheng feel at ease.

"Oh."

Ying Chang'an pouted his mouth and stopped refuting.

He is smart.