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

She has experienced similar things countless times.

Yao Meier can tell clearly whether others are looking at her.

"It's also possible that Mr. Benben is too cute."

Lying in Yaomei'er's arms, Ying Chang'an moved his little head, found a more comfortable position for himself, and closed his eyes nonchalantly.

"Giggle."

Yao Meier smiled coquettishly, "Maybe so."

Seeing Ying Changan flirting with Yao Meier, Hu Hai gritted his teeth, his jealous eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

At this moment, the sound of a horn announcement sounded.

Everyone's bodies shook involuntarily.

"here we go!"

A son of a rich man looked nervously into the distance.

Followed by.

In the hunting ground, all the younger generation warriors straddled their horses and raised their knives, and rushed towards the vast mountain not far away.

Hu Hai is not to be outdone.

He stood up, smiled at Ying Changan, and said with a ferocious face: "Little Nineteen, today I will show you my skills."

"Oh, come on then."

Ying Chang'an lay in Yaomei'er's arms without moving, and said nonchalantly.

Hu Hai gritted his teeth in anger, and after a cold snort, he hurriedly stepped on his horse and rushed towards the mountain.

in a blink.

The grass field was empty, only Ying Chang'an and Yao Mei'er were left.

The banquet hall next to it.

Ying Zheng glanced at Ying Chang'an calmly.

Seeing Ying Chang'an lying in the arms of the beauty and enjoying himself, he couldn't help laughing.

"This brat, at such a young age, enjoys it better than his old man."

Ying Zheng cursed inwardly.

Wang Jian also noticed Ying Chang'an, and a gleam of light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He remained silent and did not speak, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

An inconspicuous corner of the hunting ground.

Wu Meiniang stood there quietly, staring at the continuous cavalry not far away.

These people are all the leaders of Daqin's younger generation.

Wu Meiniang, whose strength has broken through to the mid-acquired stage, can clearly perceive that almost all of these people are warriors.

There are even many around 20 years old who have already reached the innate state.

"Da Qin deserves to be a powerful country in the Central Plains. With such a talent pool, I, Da Zhou, really feel inferior."

Wu Meiniang couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Yes."

Di Renjie's expression was unusually serious, he nodded and said: "Your Majesty, we have a long way to go."

"One day, Da Zhou will definitely be as strong as this."

Wu Meiniang clenched her fists slightly, secretly making up her mind.

"Your Majesty, the old man just got a piece of news that the Great Tang signed an alliance with the Turks. That little fellow was right again."

Di Renjie smiled wryly.

Ying Chang'an's storytelling is indeed a bit miraculous.

Even his best method of reasoning cannot predict so accurately.

"I still say the same thing, I never believe his behavior of pretending to be a ghost."

Wu Meiniang's mood was not disturbed at all.

How can such a thing exist that can predict major events in the world by setting up a stage and storytelling.

If he was really that powerful, why didn't he guess about Da Zhou correctly?

at the same time.

The edge of the hunting ground area.

Many people have already quarreled.

"Is the nineteenth prince here? Can you tell us a passage?"

"Yes! I came all the way from Daming, just to listen to the storytelling of the Nineteenth Prince."

"The nineteenth prince is less than five years old, so he will definitely not participate in this hunt. Anyway, he is idle, why don't you tell us a story?"

"Prince Nineteen, come out quickly, we miss you to death.".

045 The voice of the empty alley, I respectfully invite Your Highness to set up a stage to tell a story!

The edge of the hunting ground area.

There are more and more people who let Ying Changan come out to set up a stage to tell stories, and their voices are getting louder and louder.

From the dots at the beginning, the voices became one piece later.

At last.

A boundary line that stretches for more than ten miles.

Almost everyone was pleading loudly, calling for the Nineteenth Prince.

At the banquet in the hunting ground.

The voices from all directions echoed in the ears of the officials and officials.

Everyone's expressions became a little strange.

Such monstrous voices of public opinion have never been seen before.

Tens of thousands, no, even 10,000+ people.

Calling loudly to listen to a prince's storytelling.

Not to mention the Great Qin Empire, even if you search all the dynasties in Kyushu, you can't find a second one.

This is simply a miracle through the ages.

The First Emperor Yingzheng, who sat on the main seat, looked at the mountains not far away with calm eyes, and casually raised his bottle to drink, as if he hadn't heard these voices.

Wang Jian narrowed his muddy eyes slightly, stroked his beard, and muttered cheerfully, "After all, it's the age of youth."

"Dad, keep your voice down."

Wang Ben looked around vigilantly, and said softly: "Because of the matter of the eldest son, the nineteenth prince contradicted His Majesty and offended Long Yan, and now he has fallen out of favor."

"Our royal family has a high position and power, and holds military power in our hands, but we must not get involved in the struggle between the princes."

No wonder Wang Ben was so nervous.

Last few years.

Many ministers in the imperial court stood in line one after another, secretly supporting the prince they liked.

Only the Wang family headed by Wang Jian and Wang Ben's father and son has always kept a low profile, never making friends with ministers, and never interacting with the prince.

It is because of their high meritorious service that they hold the military power in their hands.

Others can flirt with the prince, but they absolutely can't.

Once caught by someone with a heart, it will be a disaster based on the merits and stature of the Wang family.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, yes, the old man is confused."

Wang Jian smiled casually and nodded his head again and again.

On the grass next to the banquet hall.

Lying in Yaomeier's arms, Ying Chang'an was leisurely looking at the scenery and eating grapes.

He didn't seem to hear the increasingly loud voices around him.

"My son is really amazing, 10,000+ people cheered in unison, this is the first time I have seen such momentum."

Yao Meier looked at the continuous mass line in the distance, her charming and lazy voice was mixed with a hint of surprise and pride that was not easy to detect.

She wasn't teasing and joking.

It is indeed the only person that Yao Meier has seen in her life.

and.

This is not some unknown town, but Xianyang City, the capital of the Great Qin Empire.

Which one of the people who can gain fame here is not a legend?

But no matter how powerful the strong man is, he has never received the treatment he has been calling for.

Ying Chang'an is just a five-year-old doll, but he can make the whole Xianyang city look forward to it.

How can this not be surprising?

But the little doll who was expected was Yao Meier's master.

No matter how calm she is, there is still pride in her heart that cannot be concealed.

"cut."

Winning Changan pouted his lips in disdain, and said childishly, "What's the matter? There will be more people in the future."

"In the future, maybe all the emperors and powerhouses in the entire Kyushu continent will come to listen to my stories."

Yao Meier covered her mouth with a delicate smile, pretending to be surprised and said: "Is that so? The slave family must wait for that day to come sooner."

"It's just that, when the time comes, the son will be famous in Kyushu, so just don't dislike the slave family."

Speaking of the end.

There was some resentment in Yaomei'er's voice.

Lying in the beauty's arms, Ying Chang'an stared at his big round eyes and grinned, revealing two cute dimples.

"Otherwise, I'll marry you."

Hearing this, Yaomei'er's charming smile froze instantly, two touches of pink quickly flew across her cheeks, and she looked into the distance with her winking eyes as if dodging.

"Little rascal, you're getting better and better at learning."

She pretended to be calm and answered indiscriminately.

The smile on Ying Chang'an's face remained undiminished, his chubby little hands touched Yao Mei'er's face, and the child's voice said crisply: "Don't worry, I will never go back on what I said. If I say marry you, I will definitely marry you."

Yao Meier didn't speak any more, she quietly looked into the distance.

It's just that her little face quickly turned red like a burning cloud.

Some corner of the hunting ground.

The cries one after another also fell into Wu Meiniang's ears.

She was admiring the demeanor of Daqin's younger generation, but her thoughts were interrupted by these noises.

"Teacher, what happened?"

Wu Meiniang's cold voice sounded.