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

Wu Meiniang picked up Langhao's big brush again and devoted herself to correcting the memorials.

"This... as ordered."

Shangguan Wan'er withdrew from Fengyi Hall hesitantly.

when she left.

Wu Meiniang raised her eyes again, and murmured: "Old guy, I'm not a god, so I can't change your lifespan."

"But I once promised you that I would become the future queen of Daqin, so I will never break my promise."

"After you die, I will definitely do my best to support him to succeed the King of Great Qin!"

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078 The Sadness of the First Emperor, I Should Die Sooner! (3/5, please subscribe!)

Time flies.

The new issue of "Chang'an Quotations" began to be widely circulated in many empires in the Central Plains.

Not only the Tang and Zhou, but also the emperors of Han, Ming, Sui and other countries were all surprised and admired.

The nineteenth prince of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Chang'an, was only about five years old, but he was able to expose various secrets astonishingly.

In his stories, no one can hide.

What surprised the emperors even more was that the Great Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng had only one year left to live.

After successive assassinations and poisonings by the descendants of the nobles of the six countries, this eternal emperor who has seen the past and the present is about to collapse at last.

Many talented emperors have a sense of crisis that is about to come.

Once Yingzheng dies, the many dynasties in the Central Plains that have been in balance for more than ten years are expected to restart the war again.

The pattern of the world will thus be broken.

This is a turbulent torrent, and no one can escape the reincarnation of fate.

A tense atmosphere permeated the capitals of the major dynasties.

Whether it is ordinary people or wealthy merchants, they are racking their brains to find a way, hoping to get away from the upcoming turmoil as soon as possible.

The entire Central Plains, dozens of dynasties, countless heroes of the time, and hundreds of millions of common people were disturbed and had no peace.

But no one can imagine or believe it.

The instigator is a five-year-old doll, the nineteenth prince of Qin Dynasty wins Chang'an!

……

Winter is approaching.

There was a bleak and chilling scene in Xianyang Palace.

In Zhangtai Hall, it was a little dark.

On the high throne, Ying Zheng sat there alone.

He always seemed to like to be alone in this cold hall.

Perhaps, this is the real sense of loneliness.

"See Your Majesty."

Zhang Han quietly walked into the hall.

"How about it?"

Ying Zheng, who was closing his eyes and resting his mind, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was like lightning, not at all 340 like a drooping old man whose body had been hollowed out.

"The news spread quickly. Not only Great Qin, Great Han, Great Ming, Great Tang, Great Zhou and other countries also learned that His Majesty only has one year to live."

"Every empire is secretly dispatching troops, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, all moving to the border."

Zhang Han's voice was so clear that Ying Zheng could hear every word clearly.

"Ah!"

Ying Zheng sneered: "I'm ready to move before I'm dead?"

"His Majesty……"

Zhang Han hesitated to speak.

"Say, the sky won't fall."

Ying Zheng's tone was majestic.

Zhang Han nodded and said, "Recently there have been reports from various places that the descendants of the nobles of the six countries, as well as Confucianism, Mohism, Taoism and other schools of thought, are very active."

"The mouse hiding in the dark, finally can't help it?"

Ying Zheng smiled, with endless vicissitudes and sadness in that smile: "From this point of view, I should have died long ago. Maybe it is also my fault that one person suppressed an era?"

Hearing this, Zhang Han trembled all over.

One person overwhelms the world.

Such domineering and decisive words can only be said by the first emperor.

This is indeed the case.

Yingzheng is like a big sun, high above the sky, shining with light that makes people blinded and breathless.

His existence seems to be against the law of heaven.

It was as if everyone in the world was looking forward to his death.

Only after he dies, will future generations have a bright future.

"Where's Chang'an? What is he doing?"

Ying Zheng continued to ask.

"Uh……"

Zhang Han replied with some embarrassment: "Prince Nineteen, he seems to be flying a kite."

"Ok?"

Ying Zheng was a little annoyed and laughed: "This brat is at ease, let's go, follow me to have a look."

……

Xianyang Palace, Grand View Garden.

In the cold afternoon, under the nearly pure white sunlight, it looked extraordinarily warm.

The leaves on the pear tree have withered and yellowed and fallen, leaving only the messy branches, which creaked under the blowing of the cold wind.

Ying Changan sat on his own children's rocking chair, looked up at the kites in the sky, his body was warmed by the sun, and he was extremely comfortable.

"Young master, are you flying a kite? Or are you flying me?"

In the courtyard, Yao Meier was holding a long string in her hand, and the end of the string was connected to a beautiful kite in the blue sky.

earlier.

Ying Chang'an found her and said with a smile that he wanted to fly a kite together.

Yao Meier naturally nodded in agreement.

But in the end, he was tricked by this little villain.

The so-called kite flying refers to Yao Meier flying it alone, and Ying Changan is only responsible for watching.

"Young people should exercise more. If you didn't exercise before, how could you break through to the Grandmaster?"

Ying Chang'an said leisurely.

"My slave's family is protected by a young master, so what's the use of cultivating?"

Yao Meier looked back and smiled.

Under the refraction of the sun, it looks charming.

"This woman is becoming more and more evil!"

Ying Changan grinned and closed his eyes.

Bored, he began to check his rewards.

The last time I told stories in the storytelling building, I don't know if it was because it was more formal, or because the follow-up influence was too huge.

The system rewarded 50 popularity points!

"It's okay to be idle, let's draw a prize."

Ying Changan murmured to himself: "System, give me five gold draws!"

[Gold five consecutive draws are successful, consuming 50 people's energy points! 】

[Congratulations to the host for getting the stretching eyes and legs pill (which can bring the dead back to life). 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a physique that is invulnerable to all poisons. 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the god-level exercise experience book. 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the god-level exercise experience book. 】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the crimson bead grass (owned by the immortal, including super huge cultivation base). 】

Seeing the constantly displayed rewards, Ying Chang'an's little mouth was almost crooked.

Stretch your eyes and stare your legs pills, the magic medicine that can bring the dead back to life.

That is to say, even if my cheap dad burps in the future, he can be rescued at any time.

"Oh, it's really hard for me to worry about my son so much as a father."

Thinking of saving Ying Zheng again and again, Ying Chang'an couldn't help but feel a little moved.

On the corridor leading to the Grand View Garden.

Ying Zheng: "Ah!"

He sneezed, looked around, and looked sullenly.

Who the hell scolded me?

(acfh)

Believe it or not I beat you to death?

Under the pear tree in the courtyard.

Win Changan continued to view the rewards with relish.

One hundred poisons do not invade the constitution, this is also quite good.

It is too dangerous to live in such an era.

All kinds of poison masters, as well as the existence of the Tang Sect, made it impossible to guard against.

With a physique that is invulnerable to all poisons, at least Ying Changan can feel more at ease when eating.

Needless to say, there is no need to say more about the god-level exercise experience book, the effect is amazing.

A previous book on the experience of god-level exercises helped Yiwei Dujiang, who won Chang'an, to be promoted all the way from beginner to master.

This time, two copies came in a row, and luck is really good.

The last crimson bead grass is a fairy thing, so you don't need to think about it to know that it is a good thing.

Ying Chang'an raised his eyes, glanced at Yao Meier who was seriously flying the kite, and smiled mysteriously.

"It's better to hurry up and get started!"

With a thought in his mind, a green crimson bead grass appeared in his fleshy palm.

"It seems that it is not very tasty."

Ying Changan grinned, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes: "Eat!"