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

"Father, it's not appropriate for you to sneak into someone's house to steal wine and drink?"

Ying Zheng's hand holding the wine glass trembled suddenly, and when he looked back, he saw a smiling face that didn't deserve a beating.

"Stinky boy, what do you say about your father? What happened after taking a sip of your wine?"

Ying Zheng pretended to be calm and put the wine back on the stone bench.

One-pass operation is smooth and smooth, and the face is not red and the heart is not beating.

Seeing Ying Chang'an couldn't help feeling: "You really deserve to be the father!"

Stealing wine and drinking can be so calm and calm, who else can do it except Qiangu Yidi?

"Okay, let's go."

Ying Zheng felt that his majestic image in his son's heart had been hit, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"Father, everyone is here, please sit down for a while."

Ying Chang'an jumped off the rocking chair, took Ying Zheng's hand, turned his head and shouted to the kitchen: "Linger, bring another rocking chair."

"The slaves know."

Yao Meier came out of the kitchen, and when she saw Ying Zheng, she hurriedly saluted.

"Meet Your Majesty."

"(acfh) don't be too polite, just go about your business."

Ying Zheng waved his hand casually.

"The servant obeys."

Yao Meier nodded, turned around and took a rocking chair from the wing room, and put it under the pear tree.

"Okay, then I'll just sit here for a while."

Ying Zheng nodded rather arrogantly, and sat down on the rocking chair next to him.

As soon as he sat down, he felt the specialness of the rocking chair.

The curvature of the back of the chair fits seamlessly with her own waist.

The rocking chair is moderately soft and hard. After sitting on it, it feels like the whole person is sinking in.

Very comfortable.

The slobs all over his body seemed to be hooked out.

"I was wrong, you enjoy it more than I imagined."

Ying Zheng, who was lying on the rocking chair, rocked back and forth following the rhythm of the rocking chair.

My whole body relaxes.

Even the tense nerves were calmed down a bit.

"It's okay, isn't Father working so hard just to make us live better?"

Ying Changan also shook the rocking chair, and answered lazily.

Hearing this sentence, instead of being angry, Ying Zheng showed a knowing smile.

sunset.

The pear trees in the courtyard rustled.

Ying Zheng and Ying Chang'an, father and son, lay quietly on the rocking chair, enjoying the few moments of father-son affection.

Looking at the sun sinking in the sky and the sunset glow all over the sky, Ying Zheng suddenly felt a sense of ease that he had never felt before.

The whole life of this emperor through the ages was full of vicissitudes.

From birth, protons.

After suffering all kinds of hardships and dangers, he returned to the state of Qin.

Then from a prince, he became the king of Daqin, and finally became the first emperor of the whole world.

Ying Zheng has been running on the road all his life, never stopping for a moment.

Just lying quietly on the rocking chair and watching the sunset with his favorite young son is one of his few enjoyments.

"Father, if you are idle, you are idle, why don't I tell you a joke?"

Just as Ying Zheng was immersed in this kind of warmth, Ying Chang'an's milky voice rang in his ears.

"I won't listen."

Ying Zheng refused very simply.

He has always been domineering and majestic.

Listening to jokes, wouldn't it lower your compulsion?

But Ying Chang'an didn't care, he grinned and started talking on his own.

Children's privilege!

Optional!

Ying Zheng: "..."

"It is said that there is a county magistrate, there is a disaster in the local area, and the imperial envoy is about to rush to the local area to prepare food for disaster relief."

"The magistrate heard about this and mobilized the counting office of the county government overnight, preparing to count the grain in the treasury."

"As for the magistrate himself, he set up a table in the treasury, drank some wine, and ate rolled tofu with pickled vegetables."

"While he was eating, he was still reminding the accountant next to him:

"I said, old Song, you have to dial it for me! Don't make any mistakes, the abacus is the smallest, but it is bigger than my head as a county magistrate. You have to remember, it is me who is dialing in your hand." head."

"The accountant, who was desperately dialing the abacus next to him, said with a smile: 'Don't worry, my lord, I'm already confused'."

A breeze blows.

Ying Chang'an's voice stopped abruptly.

Under the pear tree, in a moment of silence.

……

……

"puff!"

"Hahaha!"

Ying Zheng recalled it, couldn't hold it anymore, and burst out laughing on the spot.

The magistrate asked the accountant to settle the accounts, but the accountant was confused.

Didn't that kill the magistrate?

Thinking of how the magistrate would react after hearing these words, Ying Zheng smiled and burst into tears.

Classic jokes are most afraid of aftertaste, the more aftertaste, the harder you laugh.

At this time, Ying Zheng felt the same way.

But at this moment.

An accident happened.

Ying Zheng opened his mouth wide and laughed out loud.

Ying Chang'an quickly jumped off the rocking chair, ran to Ying Zheng, and took out a pill from his cuff.

Aim and fire!

in!

The movements are beautiful and done in one go, and it is not a problem to score a 9.

"Gollum!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ying Zheng didn't even realize it, he swallowed the elixir directly, and then coughed for a while.

He was blushing, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, whether he was laughing or choking.

He looked at Ying Chang'an with an extremely complicated gaze.

"Rebel!"

The roar full of imperial majesty, like a dragon roaring to the sky, echoed in every corner of the courtyard.

069 Seeking Longevity for His Son, Ying Zheng Wants to Go Crazy!

In the courtyard, under the pear tree.

Ying Chang'an covered his ears with both hands, waiting for Ying Zheng's roar to end.

"Stinky boy, what did you feed me? Why is it so bitter?"

After losing his temper, Ying Zheng sat back on the rocking chair, picked up the teacup on the stone bench, and took a sip of tea.

"Ok?"

As soon as the tea was finished, he felt a special energy gathering in Dan Tian.

"This tea is also weird?"

Ying Zheng frowned, looking at the teacup in his hand.

He could clearly feel that this tea could nourish the blood of a person.

Where did this kid get so many good things?

Ying Zheng muttered to himself.

"Hey hey hey."

Just as he was thinking, Ying Changan came over with a smile, and said coquettishly: "Father, what I gave you is good food, it can increase your life span."

"Ah!"

Hearing this sentence, Ying Zheng was immediately happy, stood up nonchalantly, and said casually: "You are either hanging out all day, or messing around in the palace, can you have such a good thing?"

"Uh……"

Ying Chang'an was at a loss for words.

It makes sense, but I couldn't argue with that.

"Okay, it's getting late, and it's time for me to go back to deal with government affairs."

Taking a look at the sky gradually getting dark, Ying Zheng waved his hand, and left the Grand View Garden alone before Ying Chang'an could persuade him to stay.

Ying Changan shrugged his shoulders, didn't say anything more, and walked towards the courtyard bouncing around.

"Ling'er, I'm starving to death!"

"coming."

Yaomei'er came out of the kitchen with her well-prepared meal twisted around her waist.

……

At night, everything is silent.

Inside Zhangtai Hall, thousands of candles flickered.

Ying Zheng sat on the high throne, resting his forehead with his hands, looking very distressed.

"Your Majesty, Xu Fu has arrived."

Zhao Gao walked into the hall and said respectfully.

Ying Zheng nodded: "Let him in."

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