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

Ying Chang'an pursed his mouth, trying hard to get rid of Ying Zheng's big hand.

Strange to say.

He is obviously a grand master.

If you really want to get rid of it, it's easy to get rid of.

Meng Tian couldn't help smiling, and thought to himself: "This little guy is really exquisite, so cute."

"Meng Tian, ​​this youngest son of mine is amazing, at such a young age, he has already reached the realm of a great master."

Ying Zheng's face was full of uncontrollable complacency and swelling.

I can't wait to raise my head to the sky and tell everyone in Xianyang City that my youngest son is a grand master!

"..."

Meng Tian was a little speechless.

He had never seen Ying Zheng so childish.

Simultaneously.

There was another great shock in his heart.

"His Royal Highness is a grand master?"

He looked down at Ying Changan who was not as tall as his legs.

"Father, can you show off just once when you don't see anyone?"

Ying Chang'an had no choice but to help his forehead.

Having such a father is really worrying.

I obviously want to keep a low profile, but my father doesn't allow it.

"What are you afraid of? Meng Tian is my family, can he still harm you? Come on, give Uncle Meng a hand and let him take a good look at it."

Ying Zheng waved to his precious son like teasing a puppy.

Meng Yi next to him was thinking frequently.

Eldest brother is His Highness's uncle, so wouldn't I also be a generation older?

This wave of blood earned!

Meng Yi grinned and straightened his waist.

Ah!

From now on, I will be His Highness's uncle!

"No, I'm not a street performer."

Ying Chang'an rolled his eyes and refused quite simply.

He has a sense of sight that relatives come to visit, and parents are not forced to perform talents.

really.

Has the evil relative etiquette been like this since ancient times?

"You rebellious son, you want to piss your father off so that you can inherit the throne, don't you? Believe it or not, I'll die for you right now?"

Ying Zheng was furious, wishing he could find a rope and hang himself under the pear tree.

Meng Tian was completely dumbfounded.

The first emperor, one emperor through the ages!

image!

The image has completely collapsed!

In his impression, Ying Zheng has always been aloof, like a real dragon in the sky, shining with brilliance.

One person overwhelms an era.

With a raised hand, Qian Shan trembled.

With one shot, the ten thousand rivers stopped flowing.

Such an emperor, at this time, is like an old man next door, playing a rogue with his son in order to achieve his goal.

"Okay, I'm afraid of you, okay?"

Winning Chang'an really has nothing to do with this cheap father, so he can only agree.

But then again.

Ying Chang'an thought it was good not to agree.

He really wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of famous scene Zulong hanged himself from the crooked neck tree.

After all, there are pills for stretching your eyes and staring your legs.

It doesn't matter if you die.

If Ying Zheng could hear the voice of Ying Chang'an, he would probably be filial to death by his own son.

"Uncle Meng."

Meng Tian: "Hey!"

Meng Yi: "Hey!"

Yao Meier:? ? ?

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Meng Yi with contempt.

That expression seemed to say: What's the matter with you?

Meng Yi blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

Meng Tian adjusted his mood, bowed and asked.

Ying Changan said: "You promise me one thing, and I will perform it for you."

"Despite your orders, the old minister will go through fire and water, and he will not hesitate to do so."

Meng Tian solemnly cupped his hands, his tone sonorous and forceful.

He has always kept his word.

"Okay, just wait for me."

Ying Chang'an turned around and ran into the room. After a while, he came out bouncingly with two Hunting Demon Hammers twice as big as himself.

As soon as the Hunting Demon Hammer appeared, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

There was a strong wind blowing throughout the courtyard.

The body of the hammer bloomed with a faint light, surrounded by thunder and lightning.

Ying Zheng, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi were all dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

Ying Chang'an turned a blind eye to the abnormalities around him.

He came to the courtyard and put the Hunting Demon Hammer on the ground.

"Crack!"

The terrifying weight instantly cracked the courtyard floor.

The pitch-black cracks are like spider webs, spreading all over the ground.

Meng Tian, ​​who has always been known for his calmness, almost popped his eyes.

"Uncle Meng, this is a gift from me to my elder brother. When you leave, can you give it to him for me?"

Ying Changan grinned, revealing two small white canine teeth, which looked harmless to humans and animals.

"Oh, of course, of course."

Meng Tian's smile was extremely unnatural, he pretended to be calm and said: "Dare to ask Your Highness, how much is this gift?"

"About [-] to [-] catties? I don't know the exact weight, but when I hold it, my arms feel a little sore."

Ying Chang'an lowered his arm casually and loosely.

Twenty to thirty thousand catties! ?

Made!

Where did this monster come from?

Meng Tian couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

The sense of oppression that Huntian Demon Hammer gave him forced him to believe that what Ying Changan said was true.

and.

He could clearly feel that the weight of the pair of hammers was [-] to [-] jin, not much more!

"Okay, then I'll start acting!"

357 Ying Chang'an puts on a stance, ready to show his hand in order to benefit his father Ying Zheng.

"Your Highness, there is no need, the old minister believes, the old minister believes!"

Meng Tian hastily waved his hands, not even daring to let Ying Changan make a move.

Who knows if this brat's attack is not serious?

If one accidentally bumped into His Majesty, wouldn't he be killed immediately?

"Huh? Really don't need it? Actually, I'm already ready."

Ying Chang'an blinked his big and fluttering eyes.

Yao Meier, who was standing under the pear tree, looked at his cute appearance, and Aunt Cheng smiled.

"It's really unnecessary, Your Highness."

Meng Tian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Strictly speaking.

Winning Chang'an is over.

Being able to move the Hunting Demon Hammer as he pleases, doesn't that explain the problem?

"OK then."

Ying Chang'an put away his posture, feeling a little resentful.

It was hard to show off the strength of the great master, but it was over before it even started.

boring!

"Your Majesty, I have surrendered!"

Meng Tian turned around and bowed his head to Ying Zheng.

"Hahaha, this kid, there are many things you can't imagine."

Ying Zheng laughed heartily, and patted Meng Tian on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's have a good drink."

"The old minister obeys!"

Meng Tian's heart warmed, and he followed Ying Zheng out of the courtyard.

in the courtyard.

Only Win Chang'an, Meng Yi and Yao Meier are left.

And the Hunyuan Magic Hammer that cracked the floor.

"Meng Yi!"

Ying Changan shouted childishly.

"Here! Uncle is here!"