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

Wang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind.

Ying Zheng, who was sitting on the main seat, moved his eyes slightly, as if he understood something, nodded and said, "It's true that I have been sitting for a long time. The weather is good today, so you can move around as you like."

Hearing this, all the ministers and officials immediately showed ecstasy.

After thanking each other, they all walked in the same direction at the same time.

Li Si straightened his body and looked at the direction where the officials and officials were walking. It turned out to be the place where the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an was going to set up a stage to tell a story.

"..."

Liston was at a loss for words.

What a dog!

The old man thought it was really convenient for them to go.

So they all went to listen to books?

"Cough cough."

Li Si pretended to be calm and coughed, got up and bowed to Ying Zheng, respectfully said: "Your Majesty, my humble minister..."

"To make it easier too?"

Before Li Si could finish speaking, Ying Zheng interrupted him and looked at him teasingly.

"Uh... ashamed, ashamed."

Li Si blushed, nodded sourly and said.

"Hahaha, the prime minister doesn't have to be ashamed."

Ying Zheng laughed boldly, stood up straight away, walked up to Wang Jian, and said loudly, "Old General, let's go see the excitement together."

Wang Jian closed his eyes and meditated, opened his eyes instantly, stood up neatly, and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty understands me."

"Hahaha!"

Amid bursts of laughter, accompanied by Li Si and Wang Jian, Ying Zheng and his party walked towards the direction where Ying Chang'an set up a stage to tell stories.

Zhao Gao was left alone with incomprehensible writing all over his face.

.......

047 The Collapsed Zhang Liang, Only His Mouth Is the Hardest!

It was almost noon, and the warm and bright sunshine fell on the outskirts of Xianyang city.

I don't know when.

A high platform was erected here.

Ying Chang'an swaggered up, and sat on the edge of the high platform as usual, his white and tender short legs were swaying, just like a cute porcelain doll, Benwa.

And his appearance completely detonated hundreds of thousands of people in the suburbs.

The cheers and applause almost overturned the world.

"Hahaha, hard work pays off, the nineteenth prince has finally come out."

"Finally I can listen to the story again. It's not in vain that I traveled three thousand miles and waited hard in Xianyang City for five days and five nights."

"What story? It's obviously the truth, okay? Isn't the second prince in His Highness's story going through what Datang is going through now?"

"That's right. Is His Highness the reincarnation of the little god? The Xuanwu Gate change, the Turkic invasion, the alliance under the city, His Highness guessed all of them right. It's amazing."

"This shows that God bless Daqin, our Daqin is about to emerge from the world."

"That's great. There are so many dynasties in the Kyushu Continent, and there are constant disputes. It's time for us Daqin to stand up."

"No matter what you think, anyway, I am optimistic about the nineteenth prince."

"Me too!"

"The old man thinks so too."

The moment Ying Changan came out, tens of 10 people discussed fiercely.

When the little prince told the story for the first time, he accurately predicted the change of Xuanwu Gate.

Many people think this is a coincidence.

later.

The second storytelling, Ying Changan used the storytelling to predict the Turkic invasion of the Tang Dynasty again.

Most of those who thought it was a coincidence were also convinced.

After all, it is indeed impossible for a small child to predict the major events of an empire twice in a row.

But there are still many stubborn people who don't want to believe it.

Their reason is that winning Chang'an is the prince of the Great Qin, and he must know many inside stories that ordinary people don't know.

Until this time, Datang and Turks signed an alliance under the city, directly shutting up all doubters.

No matter how stubborn a person is, he can't find any excuses.

This is no longer a conclusion that can be drawn by knowing the inside story.

As the saying goes, the heart of the emperor is unpredictable.

How the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty decides is changing every moment.

No matter how much inside information is known, it is impossible to guess in advance.

This shows what?

It shows that winning Chang'an really has supernatural powers, not just talking nonsense.

Daqin has such a prince, how can it not make people excited?

in the crowd.

Zhang Liang and Xiang Bo watched Ying Chang'an on the high platform silently.

"Brother Zhang Liang, what do you think of this matter?"

Uncle Xiang couldn't help asking.

The first two times, Zhang Liang insisted that it was just a coincidence that Ying Chang'an accurately predicted what happened in Datang.

Coupled with his status as a prince, he can get a lot of inside information.

But this time is different.

How the Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty responded to the crisis, no one would know except Li Shimin himself.

If you think it's a coincidence, you might be a fool.

But Zhang Liang is just a fool.

"A coincidence, it must be a coincidence!"

Zhang Liang gritted his teeth, blushed, and didn't want to admit defeating Chang'an.

He and Da Qin have a sworn hatred.

He really couldn't accept that such a monster appeared in Daqin after the first emperor won the government.

This shows that even if the tyrant Yingzheng dies, the national fortune of Daqin may continue because of this little baby.

Such a result made him feel worse than killing Zhang Liang.

"Ah yes yes yes, you are right."

Xiang Bo looked at Zhang Liang like a fool, and didn't want to argue with him anymore.

But no matter what.

They are both in the same boat.

Whether it was Zhang Liang's Korea or Xiang Bo's Chu, they were all destroyed by Qin.

They, as well as the nobles of the six countries, had a mortal enmity with the Great Qin, and they had long been immortal.

Don't say that Ying Chang'an is not a god, even if he is a god, he must be killed!

in an imperceptible corner.

Wu Meiniang and Di Renjie are also watching quietly.

"Teacher, it seems that you guessed it right again."

Wu Meiniang stared at Ying Chang'an on the high platform, her cold voice sounded again.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The successor of Daqin in the future must be this son. If our Dazhou can form a happy relationship with him for a hundred years, then it will be of great benefit to Dazhou and to the people of the world."

Di Renjie twirled his beard and said with a smile.

Wu Meiniang glanced at Di Pangpang, and said angrily: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. You just want to be the ceremonial officer of my wedding before you die, and your name will go down in history."

"How did His Majesty know this?"

Fatty Di smiled awkwardly.

"Heh! No matter what I say, I am also your student. If you can't even reason this out, wouldn't it be a waste of your teaching?"

Wu Meiniang sneered.

"Hahaha, His Majesty said so."

Di Renjie laughed heartily, with endless comfort and joy in his laughter.

To have such a student, he would die without regret.

……

on the high platform.

Ying Changan's milky voice sounded.

"There are so many people here, it seems that the prince is very popular."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience roared with laughter.

Looking at Ying Chang'an, a cute little baby with red lips and white teeth, many beautiful ladies' eyes were shining and drooling, wishing to take him back to their house and raise him as their own son.

There are even many beautiful women who secretly sigh with emotion.

"It's very angry!"

"Why can't I give birth to such a beautiful and lovely son?"

Ying Chang'an on the high platform shook his calf and continued, "Okay, since it's so lively today, I'll make an exception and tell you two stories."

As soon as this remark came out, it instantly ignited the enthusiasm of hundreds of thousands of people in the audience.

"Oh my god, today's visit is too worthwhile, isn't it? Your Highness wants to tell two stories?"

"Hurry up, take your notes, every word His Highness says is worth a thousand gold."

"Your Highness, tell me, I can't wait."

The crowd in the audience couldn't wait.

They widened their eyes and pricked up their ears, ready to listen carefully.

On the outskirts of the huge city of Xianyang.

Tens of 10 people were silent.

Inside the hunting ground.

On the grass not far from the high platform, a thick wool felt blanket was spread.

Ying Zheng, Li Si, Wang Jian and others sat cross-legged.

There are also some melons and fruits and fine wine in the middle.

"The little prince is not simple. He has such a charm that it made hundreds of thousands of people in Xianyang City shut up."

Wang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and stroked his white beard.