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

"Me? Become a warrior?"

Hu Hai curled his lips, a little reluctantly, and muttered: "I am already a prince, so why do I need to become a warrior?"

Zhao Gao said lightly: "Only in this way can we take this opportunity to shine and let the court officials remember you."

"You can also let them know that among His Majesty's princes, besides the eldest son Fusu and the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an, there is also your eighteenth prince Hu Hai!"

When it came to the end, Zhao Gao's voice was obviously turbulent.

He wants to make Hu Hai's position more stable.

The more certainty you have, the more chances you will win in the future.

"Well, that's fine."

Hu Hai drooped his head in frustration, and reluctantly agreed.

……

One morning a few days later.

The sky is bright.

Fusu left Xianyang City quietly with a lean horse by himself.

After stepping out of the city gate.

He stopped and turned his head, looked at the bustling and majestic Xianyang City, and smiled freely.

"Little Nineteen, Big Brother is gone. From now on, this Xianyang City is your world."

"Brother promises you that he will definitely protect Jiuyuan and Daqin's foundation for you."

"You also have to promise big brother that you must create a prosperous Qin Dynasty!"

After speaking.

Fusu got on his horse and galloped towards the north.

As a round of red sun slowly rises, the huge city of Xianyang seems to be awakened.

The streets are full of cars and horses, and the crowds are rushing.

The capital of Daqin, which is quiet only at night, has once again returned to its former prosperity.

And this is the hour.

A piece of news that came from nowhere quietly spread among the people in Xianyang City.

Something happened to Datang.

At this moment, Xianyang Palace.

The Great Qin court continued to discuss matters in the early court as usual.

Ying Zheng sat on the high throne, listening carefully to the memorials presented by the important ministers.

And at this time.

Neishi Mengyi hurried into Zhangtai Hall, bowed to Yingzheng, and then said urgently: "Your Majesty, it's not good, something happened to Tang Dynasty."

As soon as these words came out, countless gazes flickered, all focused on him.

"Ok?"

Ying Zheng also raised his eyes slowly, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong? Could it be that Li Shimin wants to regret his marriage?"

Being the same generation of emperors, to some extent, Ying Zheng also had some understanding of Li Shimin.

He is a cruel and unruly young emperor.

A mature political expert like Li Shimin may break his promise no matter what he says.

"No."

Meng Yi shook his head and said: "According to the report from the front, the Turkic Empire, which is adjacent to the Tang Dynasty, suddenly launched an attack while the Tang dynasty was changing."

"The Turkic Khan Jie interest rate of [-] cavalry attacked the northern border of the Tang Dynasty."

"In just three days, the Northern Territory of the Tang Dynasty has fallen into flames of war.

"Hundreds of thousands of people in the Tang Dynasty were massacred, blood flowed into rivers, and their bones became mountains."

"The northern border of the Tang Dynasty has become a purgatory on earth."

After listening to Meng Yi's narration, Ying Zheng's eyes froze while sitting on the throne.

Followed by.

He stood up abruptly, and the terrifying pressure of the emperor burst forth instantly.

Many important officials of the imperial court had strange expressions on their faces.

Especially people like Li Si, Wang Ben, and Feng Quji.

At this moment, his face was already pale.

Because not long ago, a little doll who was less than five years old once set up a stage to tell a story on Dongshi Street.

What he said was exactly the same as what happened in Datang today.

Nineteen princes win Chang'an!

And at this time.

Inside the Zhangtai Hall, the whispering voices became more and more louder.

"If I'm not mistaken, a few days ago, the Nineteenth Prince set up a stage to tell a story on the street, and there was such a plot in his story."

"What a hell! I happened to be there that day and heard the storytelling of the Nineteenth Prince. I swear, the story told by the Nineteenth Prince is exactly the same as what happened in Datang now."

"The nineteenth prince is too evil, right? Could he predict the future?"

"Hiss, that's impossible, right? Even those monsters from the Yin Yang family only dare to say that what the sect has learned is the art of deduction, and never dare to say that they can predict the future."

"Is it a coincidence again?"

"The Xuanwu Gate incident last time, and the Turkic invasion this time, how can there be so many coincidences?"

"What's the matter?"

In the Zhangtai Hall, the expressions of all the officials and officials are different.

Some were surprised, some were horrified, and some shouted in disbelief.

In a blink of an eye.

It was a good morning, and there was only one person left for everyone to talk about.

Nineteen princes, win Chang'an!

Not to mention them, even Ying Zheng's heart was agitated at the moment.

"Guess right again? What's going on with this brat?"

Ying Zheng's heart was a little shaken.

At the very beginning, when he heard what Ying Chang'an said about the Xuanwu Gate change, Ying Zheng didn't really care.

He thought winning Chang'an was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

But now, the Turks invaded the Tang Dynasty, how to explain it?

Could it be that a blind cat meets a dead mouse again?

(Mice: Thank you so much for letting me meet so many blind cats every day!)

Ying Zheng's mind was a little messy, and he didn't know whether to believe it or not.

028 Has this brat's mouth been opened?

Xianyang City.

On Dongshi Street in the morning, the air is also filled with a fresh smell.

Nearly [-] people crowded into the small open space.

There is a little expectation and anxiety in the eyes of many people.

In the closest inn to here, in the private room by the window on the second floor, there sat a young girl and a chubby old man.

The girl wore a gold silk brocade dress, her face was so exquisite that it was impeccable.

The Chu waist is slender, and the beauty crowns the crowd.

Especially the girl's temperament, graceful and luxurious, aloof and cold, just like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains.

"Di Qing, with so many people gathered here, is it possible that something big is going to happen?"

The girl's willow eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell.

The chubby old man smiled lightly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's an interesting thing to say."

"The nineteenth prince of the Great Qin set up a stage here to tell a story a few days ago. He once predicted that the Emperor Li Shimin of the Great Tang Dynasty would launch the Xuanwu Gate Change, and the Turkic invasion of the Great Tang Dynasty."

"By relying on the storytelling twice, this son has become very famous in Xianyang City, and even many outsiders have come from afar just to listen to this little prince's storytelling."

Hearing this sentence, the girl's expression was still cold and indifferent.

Looking at the high platform on the street, she said leisurely: "As the prince of Daqin, it's not surprising that you got some news earlier than others."

obviously.

The girl did not believe these legends.

Years of court battles made her only trust her own eyes and ears.

The fat old man laughed and said, "Your Majesty is right."

"Di Qing, this time I come to Daqin in person, I don't know if the first emperor will send troops to help."

The girl looked out of the window with watery eyes, and saw a child like a porcelain doll walking up to the high platform of Dongshi Street proudly.

Followed by.

Downstairs in the inn, there was a burst of loud applause, as if the roof was about to be toppled over.

The girl's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were fixed on the porcelain doll on the high platform.

At this time.

The fat old man's voice sounded again.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, as long as we understand it with emotion, move it with reason, and promise a lot of profit, the emperor will definitely consider it."

Hearing this, the girl restrained her gaze and glanced back at the fat white old man.

It seems to be saying: You can just say Xu Yizhongli, why are you talking so much nonsense?

The fat, white old head saw the girl's eyes and smiled awkwardly.

East Street.

Ying Chang'an stood on the high platform proudly.

The continuous cheers and applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

"It's noisy, be quiet!"

Ying Chang'an covered his little ears, and lost his temper childishly.

But something strange happened.

The nearly [-] people on Dongshi Street all shut their mouths obediently.

No one was angry because Ying Changan lost his temper as a child, but they all thought this little guy was very interesting.

After the previous two storytelling.

The reputation of winning Chang'an is getting louder and louder in Xianyang City.

Many dignitaries even made a special trip to hear Ying Chang'an's storytelling.

A little doll about five years old can accurately predict the situation of a big country just by telling stories.