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

Listening to Zhang Han's narration, Ying Zheng's heart gradually calmed down.

The empress in the story is completely different from Wu Meiniang.

From the looks of it, the story of that stinky boy is not magical.

Maybe he learned some things about Datang somewhere, and then based on his own ideas, he made up some stories.

"Okay, you go down first."

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

"Subordinates obey."

Zhang Han saluted respectfully, and then exited Zhangtai Hall.

With the departure of the last person, the empty and cold palace fell into silence again.

"Tomorrow, be careful."

A black shadow quietly appeared behind Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng didn't look back, and said calmly, "What do you mean?"

"The third assassination that the little prince mentioned..."

Soi Ying's words seemed to be full of meaning.

"What? You also believe in that brat's prophecy?"

Ying Zheng glanced sideways at the shadow behind him.

"I only trust my sword, but my sword tells me that there seems to be some wind and rain in Xianyang City."

"Hahaha!"

Ying Zheng looked up to the sky and laughed, and the majesty of the emperor came out.

He said majesticly: "Little Xianyang City, there is some wind and rain, so what should I do? I will break it with all my strength!".

040 Young Master, You Wronged My Slave!

The Grand View Garden in the early morning is extraordinarily quiet.

There was a gust of wind last night, blowing the leaves of pear blossoms all over the place, spreading them messily in the courtyard, like green sea waves.

On the bed in the bedroom, Ying Chang'an was sleeping comfortably.

The quilt is sandwiched between the two short legs, and the small mouth opens and closes, as if in a dream.

The sleeping porcelain doll didn't feel it at all.

A graceful beauty stood on the edge of the bed, looking at him quietly.

"The little guy slept soundly."

Seeing Ying Chang'an who was sleeping soundly, Yao Mei'er showed a playful smile on the corner of her mouth.

Followed by.

She walked towards the bed, a cluster of flames ignited at her fingertips.

A quarter of an hour's work.

There was a scream in the room.

on the bed.

Ying Chang'an has completely woken up.

He sat up and looked at his two short legs with a complicated expression.

The trousers on his body have been completely burned.

Yao Meier, who was standing on the edge of the bed, was still covering her mouth and smiling coquettishly.

"Your skills are pretty good? You only burned my pants and didn't hurt my legs?"

Ying Chang'an glared at Yao Mei'er angrily, then turned around and checked his legs again.

have to say.

Yao Meier's skill in playing with fire is indeed very good.

Ying Chang'an didn't have the slightest injury on his body.

"Giggle."

Yao Meier laughed so hard that her flowers trembled, she said in a slightly mischievous and wronged tone: "Ah, son, you really wronged the dead slave family."

"The slave family has called you many times, but you just won't wake up. The slave family has no choice but to make such a bad move."

Ying Chang'an curled his lips and said, "Why did you call me so early? I'm not going to set up a storytelling stall today."

"I don't want to, but a big stone came to the door, and I have been standing there for two hours, saying that I want to see the young master."

Yao Meier shook her head and said.

"big Stone?"

Ying Chang'an scratched his little head, and the child's curiosity was also aroused.

"Linger, go and find me a pair of pants."

"Young master, I actually think that your naked buttocks are quite cute."

Yao Meier lightly dropped a word, turned around and left the room.

"..."

Ying Chang'an was a little speechless.

Women are not easy to mess with.

The more beautiful a woman is, the harder it is to mess with.

He was clear.

Yao Meier must still be brooding over yesterday's conflict with Wu Meiniang.

Lean slightly.

Under Yao Meier's meticulous service, Ying Chang'an changed into clean clothes and walked towards the door.

When Ying Changan opened the gate of the courtyard, the first thing he saw was a man with a firm face.

"Meng Yi, what are you doing here?"

Ying Changan looked at Meng Yi curiously.

in his impression.

There is not much intersection between him and Meng Yi.

to be exact.

Except Yingzheng and Fusu.

Ying Chang'an didn't have much contact with anyone in the Great Qin court.

not to mention.

Meng Yi, as an internal historian of the Great Qin Dynasty, is equivalent to Ying Zheng's private secretary.

Ying Chang'an has no chance to get in touch with such a person.

behind the gate.

Yao Meier stood there quietly.

She folded her arms, and looked at the good show in front of her with a little playfulness.

"Your Highness!"

After seeing Ying Chang'an, Meng Yi knelt down on one knee, clenched his right hand and placed it over his heart.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Seeing this, Ying Chang'an was also a little confused.

How can you be so polite and kneel down when you meet?

"Your Highness, from now on, Meng Yi is willing to go through fire and water for you, and swear allegiance to His Highness to the death."??

"If Your Highness needs anything, just ask Meng Yi."

"What Meng Yi can do must be done, and what Meng Yi can't do, he will try his best to do it for His Highness."

After saying these words, Meng Yi stood up and left without looking back.

Only Ying Chang'an was left with a confused face.

"Is there something wrong with this person?"

Looking at the back of Meng Yi leaving, after a long time, Ying Chang'an couldn't help but mutter.

"Giggle."

A burst of tender laughter rang in his ears.

Yao Meier walked out twisting the waist of the water snake, and said charmingly: "Congratulations, young master, the Meng family has made great achievements for generations, and with the support of the Meng family, your future road will be much easier."

"Wow, that sounds really good."

Ying Changan shrugged his shoulders, his face was very calm, as if a very ordinary thing had happened.

This performance of his was also seen by Yao Meier, and her heart trembled slightly.

Meng Yi is no ordinary person.

He is the internal history of Daqin, equivalent to the private secretary of the first emperor.

This position is amazing.

There is an old saying that is good, the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister.

Why is it that a person who guards the gate of the prime minister's mansion is equivalent to a seventh-rank official?

It's not because he gets closer to the prime minister and can grasp more information about the prime minister.

Meng Yi's role and position is equivalent to being the gatekeeper of Daqin and the emperor!

Not to mention making him loyal, even if he can be won over, it can almost be said that he can control most of the Qin court.

An important figure like the heart of the empire suddenly knelt down and declared his allegiance to Ying Chang'an.

But what was the reaction of this little cute baby in front of him?

It doesn't matter, I don't care, I even want to go back to sleep a little bit.

This made Yaomei'er angry and hated.

"Morning, Your Highness the Nineteenth."

At this moment, a sharp and gloomy voice suddenly sounded outside the Grand View Garden.

Yao Meier narrowed her eyes slightly, and stared at the direction of the voice.

I saw a pale eunuch walking over with a smile on his face.

It was Zhao Gao who came! .

041 Zhao Gao Was Cried

"Zhao Gao, what kind of wind brought you, a distinguished guest, to my place?"

Seeing Zhao Gao walking in gradually, Ying Changan asked childishly.

But just this sentence.

Zhao Gao was so frightened that his face turned pale, he couldn't even walk, his knees were bent, and he moved forward bit by bit.