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

Yao Meier's charming voice sounded slowly.

Meng Yi nodded approvingly, and silently looked down at Ying Chang'an.

In his mind, the night when Fusu bid farewell to him emerged..

"Meng Yi, after I leave, I want you to be loyal to Little Nineteen."

At first.

When Meng Yi heard this sentence, he was a little puzzled.

He didn't understand that the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an was just a baby, why the eldest son valued him so much.

But at this moment.

Meng Yi already had a personal experience.

Even in his heart, an incredible idea was born.

Perhaps His Majesty and the eldest son already knew it well.

The future heir of Daqin is this most inconspicuous little doll!

Think here.

Meng Yi couldn't help clenching his palms tightly.

In this life, Meng Yi will definitely escort the Nineteenth Prince!

And Ying Chang'an, who was at the forefront, didn't know that Meng Yi had so many thoughts.

Under hundreds of thousands of fiery gazes.

The little cute baby, who has no stage fright, went straight into the storytelling building and sat on the high platform on the top floor.

That location was carefully designed by Ying Chang'an at the request of court craftsmen.

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There are some special sound transmission devices here, and through echo resonance, his voice of storytelling can be heard within a radius of three miles.

In this way, not only the lucky winners in the library can hear it, but even outside the library, the voice of winning Chang'an can also be heard.

The corner tower of the imperial city is a stone's throw away from the storytelling building.

Looking at the prosperous scene not far away, there was a look of surprise in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"Unexpectedly, before I knew it, this little guy already had such a high reputation."

"In two years, even I may not be able to catch up with him."

Ying Zheng muttered in his heart.

An inexplicable feeling of joy gradually spread to his body and mind.

as a father.

What I hope to see most is that my son can surpass himself.

Through the window sill in the corner, Li Si was also slightly speechless when he saw such a scene of empty streets.

"The Nineteenth Prince is really a unicorn."

Hear this.

Zhao Gao next to him cast a cold look at Li Sitou.

in his plan.

Prime Minister Li Si is an indispensable part.

"We must not let this person fall to win Chang'an!"

Badly made up his mind secretly.

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Inside the storytelling building, there are crowds of people.

The inner three floors and the outer three floors are almost full of people.

In the southeast corner, in an inconspicuous corner, sat two handsome young scholars.

They look very similar, like a pair of brothers.

Both of them have fair complexion and elegant temperament.

There was an air of femininity in his demeanor.

"Sister, if we sneak out like this, if Dad finds out, he will definitely die of anxiety."

One of the scholars said softly.

"What are you afraid of? I have been waiting for this storytelling for a long time. In a few days, we will move to Pei County, and we will never have the chance to come to Xianyang. This is my last chance."

The other scholar spoke firmly.

From their words, it is easy to know that these two handsome young scholars are women disguised as men.

Not only that, they are also a pair of sisters.

The more mature and assertive one is named Lu Zhi.

The other one is much simpler, named Lu Xiaomei.

"makes sense."

Hearing Lu Zhi's words, Lu Xiaomei nodded in agreement: "Sister, in fact, I have long wanted to listen to this little prince's storytelling, but I never had the chance."

Lu Zhi glanced at his sister, and proudly said: "I don't know you yet? You are a big kid, and you don't talk about it, but you have a lot of ideas in your heart.".

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The northwest corner of the Storytelling Building.

Another inconspicuous corner.

A man in a gray and white robe was sitting here drinking tea alone.

His eyes were only silently staring at the teacup in his hand.

It seemed that the surrounding noises, as well as the audience coming and going, had nothing to do with him.

If Ying Zheng or Zhang Han were here, they would be surprised to find out.

The man sitting here is the Juggernaut who defected from the palace last night!

After leaving the palace, the Juggernaut did not choose to walk away.

He has an obsession in his heart, or in other words, a rare interest other than the sword.

And this interest is to win Chang'an himself.

He really wanted to know why this little baby who was only five years old caused such a big wave.

The dynasties of the Tang Dynasty changed, the Empress of the Great Zhou ascended the throne and proclaimed herself emperor, and the imperial examination system made all the dynasties of the Central Plains restless.

And now.

The existence of Ying Chang'an even made him completely break with Ying Zheng.

This little doll doesn't seem to be doing anything, but occasionally comes out to set up a stage and tell a story.

But the power he erupted was something that even the sword master, a celestial being, could not do in his entire life.

Therefore.

Only the Juggernaut couldn't help being curious.

He wanted to see what kind of surprise the legendary nineteenth prince of the Qin Dynasty could bring him when he won Chang'an.

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"When~"

A crisp copper bell sounded suddenly in the storytelling building.

Inside and outside the building, all the hustle and bustle stopped abruptly.

Everyone looked at the high platform expectantly.

The sound of the bronze bell means that Ying Chang'an's storytelling has officially started.

On the high platform on the roof.

Ying Chang'an sat on the edge as usual, while 02's white and tender legs dangled back and forth.

The breeze brushed his cheeks, bringing him the most familiar human fireworks.

"What a good day for storytelling!"

He raised his head, looked at the blue sky and the countless black heads below the stage, and grinned.

"By the way, there is a man named Xu Fu who specializes in developing the technique of immortality."

boom!

The so-called words are not amazing and endless.

Ying Chang'an's first words caused the two people present to stir up turbulent waves in their hearts.

Hear that familiar name in the story.

The hand of the Juggernaut holding the teacup suddenly trembled.

The hot tea dripped on the back of his hand, but he didn't notice it.

He just raised his eyes slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the little doll on the high platform.

Xu Fu!

This name, the Juggernaut will never forget it for the rest of his life.

And this moment.

On the turret of the imperial city, Ying Zheng stood in front of the window sill, looking at the corner quietly.

His face was calm, but there was already a storm in his heart.

"How does this kid know about Xu Fu's existence?"

Great Qin established the country by law.

Alchemists have always been regarded as crooked.

If it weren't for the excessive desire for longevity and desperation, Ying Zheng would never regard the alchemist Xu Fu as the last way.

But this matter is top secret.

Except for Ying Zheng, only two people knew of his existence.

One is the Juggernaut who defected last night, and the other is Zhao Gao beside him.

"Zhao Gao."

Ying Zheng looked back slowly, with deep eyes, staring at the shivering Zhao Gao.

Li Si, who was next to him, was listening with great interest, when he heard Ying Zheng's voice, he turned his head in a daze.

But Zhao Gao was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with a plop, crying, "Your Majesty, even if this old servant has a hundred guts, he would not dare to reveal the secret."

Ying Zheng didn't speak, and turned his head again, looking at the storytelling building not far away.

Even Zhao Gao didn't have the guts.

But how did this kid know?

Could it be another coincidence?

Thinking of the word "coincidence", Ying Zheng himself couldn't help laughing.