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

Unless the enemy's cultivation is much higher than Win Chang'an.

if not.

The whole city of Xianyang has a radius of hundreds of miles inside and outside.

This brat is the only true god!

"Not bad, not bad, it can be regarded as a hole card."

Ying Chang'an smiled and nodded.

He originally wanted to be a salted fish, and he couldn't even bother to go out on weekdays, let alone mention Xianyang City.

This field of cultivation is a perfect match for him.

"His Royal Highness, it's not good!"

At this time, Zhang Han hurried over.

"What's the matter? Is the father suddenly ill?"

Ying Chang'an's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhang Han excitedly, with unconcealable anticipation in his eyes.

"..."

Are Zhang Han people stupid?

Good guy!

You belong to the grand filial piety.

Zhang Han lived to such an advanced age, it was the first time he saw his son cursing his father like that.

of course.

Zhang Han didn't know what Ying Changan was thinking.

He has just obtained the inheritance of the Spring and Autumn Medical Armor, and he is worried that he has nowhere to play.

If Ying Zheng gets sick.

Even if he burps directly, Win Chang'an can directly save him.

"Cough cough~"

Dazed for a moment, Zhang Han came back to his senses, coughed in embarrassment, and said with a wry smile: "His Royal Highness knows things like a god. His Majesty is indeed seriously ill and bedridden. It seems that because of Zhao Gao's incident, His Majesty was hit hard."

"Huh? What's the big deal? Is the father being so hit?"

Ying Chang'an opened his mouth in surprise.

He felt that his cheap daddy was not as fragile as he imagined.

"Well, this subordinate can't tell the reason. His Majesty is bedridden at the moment, and has been nagging His Royal Highness to hurry over."

Zhang Han sighed, his face slightly embarrassed.

He's just a rough man.

The emperor's mind, how could he guess it?

"Alright, let me, the little doctor of Daqin, go and see for myself."

Ying Chang'an jumped off the rocking chair and swaggered towards the door.

Zhang Han scratched his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't His Highness a storyteller? Why did he become a great doctor of Great Qin again?"

……righteous.

220 Carrying out cheating to the end, Ying Zheng is mad! (4/4, please subscribe!)

Inside the bedroom.

Yingzheng was lying on the sickbed, gasping for air.

Fusu at the side was a little restless, looking out the door from time to time.

"Father, can this work?"

Fusu asked with some trepidation.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I've been the emperor for so many years. I've been busy with my daily affairs. I forgot to sleep and eat. I review dozens of catties of memorials every day. What is that little bastard doing every day?"

"Wealthy and gentle township, being a salted fish every day? How can a prince have the responsibility?"

"I just want to take this opportunity to hone him, so that he won't just enjoy it in the future."

Ying Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, with a fierce tiger-like sharpness in his eyes, he didn't look like a terminally ill patient at all.

"Obviously you are the one who covets Xiao Nineteen and wants to enjoy life in peace and happiness, so you pretend to be ill to deceive others."

Fusu lowered his head and muttered softly.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Louder!"

Ying Zheng glanced at Fusu and asked angrily.

"Hey hey, no, nothing."

Fusu hurriedly shook his head and laughed along with him.

Unlike Ying Chang'an, he is unscrupulous and dares to say anything.

"Stinky boy, after your brother comes, if you go out of your way, let's see how I will deal with you."

Ying Zheng threatened Fu Su like an old hooligan.

"Uh... my son doesn't dare."

"April [-]" Fusu is also afraid of Yingzheng's "excessive power", and it is worth expressing that he will try his best to perform.

"His Royal Highness is here!"

"The princess is here!"

"The prince and concubine are here!"

At this time, shouts came from outside the bedroom.

"Quick, quick, get ready!"

Ying Zheng quickly lay down, his eyes were blurred, and he was moaning, as if he had his last breath left. He really has a talent for being a movie king.

Fusu was not to be outdone, with snot and tears, he howled loudly: "Father, you have to be careful, don't be too sad, don't fall down!"

"Brother, what's the matter, father?"

Ying Changan walked over quickly and asked curiously.

"Little Nineteen, you are finally here, father, father, father, he has only his last breath left."

When it came to the emotional part, Fusu's tears really fell.

With a sincere appearance, even old fritters like Wu Meiniang and Queen Mother Xiao believed it was true.

"What, father, is he not good enough?"

Wu Meiniang looked anxious.

She really treated Ying Zheng like her father.

The family relationship that was cultivated with great difficulty disappeared like this.

Even if she is as strong as the Empress, she still feels uncomfortable.

"Great!"

Ying Chang'an couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and actually grinned loudly.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Fusu was so shocked that he forgot to cry.

"Cough cough~"

Ying Zheng, who was lying on the sickbed, was delighted to see how Ying Chang'an was sad.

It turned out to be a good thing.

The brat's "great" almost sent him away.

"This little bastard is so heartless! Your father is going to die, and you still say it's great?"

"I'm so angry!"

Ying Zheng was trembling with anger.

If it wasn't for the full set of acting, he would have jumped up and kicked Ying Chang'an with a spiral kick.

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

Wu Meiniang glanced at Ying Chang'an helplessly.

Can you say something like that?

"Uh……"

Seemingly feeling the strange eyes around him, Ying Changan scratched his head in embarrassment: "I didn't mean that, the main reason is that I learned some medical skills recently, and I was worried that no one would try them. It just so happened that my father fell ill."

"..."

Ying Zheng's face turned blue and pale.

He suddenly regretted it.

What is the wrong way to think of it?

Do you have to pretend to be sick?

Who knows where this brat learned medical skills?

"Get out of the way, I'll check Father's pulse."

Ying Chang'an walked to the sick bed with a big grin, glanced at Ying Zheng's face, and his smile froze instantly.

Fusu and the others could also see his expression, and they couldn't help but feel a thump in their hearts.

As the saying goes.

I'm not afraid that the doctor will smile, but I will be afraid that the doctor will frown.

This shows that there must be some serious illness.

"No way? Is it possible that father really..."

Fusu murmured in his heart.

He couldn't help but leaned forward and asked, "Little Nineteen, what's your expression? Is Father really seriously ill?"

Ying Zheng also looked at Ying Chang'an nervously.

Nope?

He has always felt strong and strong, without any hidden illness.

How could it be so self-defeating all of a sudden?

"Oh, father, your illness is indeed serious. If you don't treat it, you may die."

Ying Chang'an muttered solemnly, like a little grown-up.

"Nizi, don't scare me. I'm still waiting to hold my grandson!"

Ying Zheng's face turned pale, and he looked at Wu Meiniang and the other daughters-in-law reluctantly.

"..."

All the women suddenly turned pink.

These two men, one is unreliable to compete with the other.

When is it all?