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

His brother Ying Chang'an will tell a story that shakes the world and weeps ghosts and gods.

Even if it can't be done.

Then we have to take out the story at the bottom of the box.

But he never thought of it.

At such an important moment.

The protagonist in Ying Chang'an's story is actually a young man not much older than him.

Such a young man is full of plans, but he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

What legendary stories can he have?

This question does not only exist in Fusu's mind.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Li Shimin, Zhao Kuangyin, Cao Cao and others were also greatly puzzled.

They came from afar.

Waiting with great anticipation to win Chang'an's storytelling, wanting to enjoy listening to it.

But this story...

But let them feel a little disappointed.

"Military teacher, have you seen it? No matter how powerful he is, he is still just a child. From Guan's point of view, the story he told is nothing special."

Guan Yu couldn't hide his disappointment in his tone, his long and narrow red phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and even the bored one was about to fall asleep.

Huo Qubing?

I don't know which rat it is.

"General Guan, don't jump to conclusions until the last moment. Ao, your strength is also your fatal weakness."

Zhuge Liang lightly shook the goose feather fan and said with a faint smile.

"Really? Then Guan will wait and see."

Guan Yu smiled coldly, looking forward to the end of the story of winning Chang'an soon, so that he could slap Zhuge Liang in the face.

Another throne.

"Old Di Ge, you are a well-informed old man, have you ever heard of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing?"

Shangguan Wan'er asked curiously.

Di Renjie couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said, "Miss Shangguan, you think highly of this old man too. This old man is not Yuan Tiangang or Li Chunfeng, who can pinch and count, like a god."

Empress Wu Meiniang, sitting on the throne, was silent and did not speak.

She looked at the high platform quietly.

Except for that little figure.

There is no one else in the beautiful eyes.

……

now.

The Dahan area of ​​the storytelling building.

Wei Qing and Huo Qubing stood there in astonishment.

My head was buzzing, and I even forgot to think.

"Qu Bing, last time you rode out of the palace with His Highness, what exactly did you say?"

a long time.

Wei Qing turned her head stiffly and stared at Huo Qubing.

Huo Qubing was also sweating all over his forehead.

"Me, we didn't say anything? We just made friends, nothing else."

"correct!"

Huo Qubing's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of something.

"At that time, His Highness did say that it was only a cause and effect for him to help the big man, and he didn't need anything in return."

"Could it be..."

His pupils shrank, as if he understood something, he stared blankly at Ying Chang'an on the high platform.

"The cause and effect His Highness said is us in the story?"

Wei Qing was also a little confused.

What cause and effect?

Us in what story?

He was a little overwhelmed.

It is a great honor for Wei Qing to appear in the story of Ying Chang'an.

He is just a domestic slave of the princess mansion.

I don't know if I can succeed in this life.

Even if his younger sister Wei Zifu ascended to the sky in one step, it doesn't mean that he can change his destiny.

Think of these.

Wei Qing couldn't help lowering his head in low self-esteem.

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How could a person like him deserve to appear in the story of Ying Chang'an?

on the high platform.

Ying Changan's unique crisp voice continued to echo in everyone's ears.

"Huo Qubing's luck is indeed very good."

"He not only has a good uncle, but also a good aunt."

"His aunt was favored by the current emperor, and she was registered as a concubine and lived in the harem."

"At that time, the emperor of the empire was just a puppet, and all the power was in the hands of the empress dowager."

"Wei Qing and Huo Qubing have become the emperor's trump cards."

"After a power struggle."

"The emperor finally took control of the real power and became a veritable king of a country."

"He is a talented and generous emperor, and his lifelong ambition is to completely eradicate the scourge of the Huns."

"For nearly a hundred years, the empire has been living in the shadow of the Huns."

"Every year during the autumn harvest, the herd of animals will invade the south, burn, kill and loot, and do all kinds of evil."

"Countless people died tragically under their scimitars and iron hooves."

"Women and children who have no power to restrain the chickens are captured by them on the grassland and become their slaves, living a horrible life."

"Under the strong pressure of the Xiongnu, the empire can only live on meddling, and pay tribute to them every year with beautiful women and silver to ensure peace for one side."

"But even so."

"Those Huns still go their own way. When they are in a good mood, everything is fine. When they are in a bad mood, they will invade south and kill him like a mountain of blood."

"The empire is like a plaything of the Huns, allowing them to abuse and slaughter, enduring endless humiliation and torture."

"How many families have been destroyed, how many wives have been separated."

"These disasters are just grains of sand in the long river of history."

"But it falls on everyone, and it is an unbearable mountain."

A storytelling building on the outskirts of Xianyang.

The atmosphere was gloomy.

Tens of millions of people fell silent.

Because of winning Chang'an to activate the secret method, I was on the scene.

A picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The black cavalry of the Xiongnu was like thousands of locusts.

Wherever he went, nothing was left.

Countless soldiers of the empire resisted desperately with their flesh and blood.

But the Huns cavalry is too powerful.

Their flesh and blood were as fragile as white paper in front of those strong cavalry.

One after another, the soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

But there are still a steady stream of imperial soldiers rushing to the battlefield.

Their eyes are firm, and they see death as home.

Even if it is death, I hope to drive the enemy out of my hometown.

but……

All in vain.

In the face of absolute strength, their dedication and sacrifice cannot move God.

Cattle, sheep, women, and children in the villages on the border of the empire were whipped and killed by the Huns.

Their husbands or fathers had long since died on the battlefield, outside the village, or in their own land.

"Beasts! A bunch of beasts!"

"The Huns in the dog days are so cruel in the story!"

"Sooner or later, the Huns, Turks, Yuan barbarians, and Qing barbarians must be wiped out!"

Tens of millions of people on the outskirts of Xianyang were already furious.

They come from all corners of the country and from many empires in the Central Plains.

But they can empathize with the tragedy in the story.

Regardless of whether it is Great Qin or Great Ming.

Every Central Plains dynasty has a scar that cannot heal.

That is alien aggression!

Among them, many brothers, fathers and sons died on the battlefield against foreign aggression.

When that picture reappeared in front of my eyes again.

The excitement and resentment in their hearts cannot be described in words.

The emperor upstairs.

"Huns 420?"

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his hands hidden in his cuffs had already clenched into fists.

The terrifying imperial coercion swept across the surroundings.

The anger in his heart was no less than that of anyone else.

The scourge of the Huns was also the most important thing in his life.

therefore.

Ying Zhengcai decided to build the Great Wall for the purpose of keeping the disaster of the Huns out of the Central Plains Empire.

"Hmph! We can't spare these beasts!"

Zhu Yuanzhang had a violent temper.