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

Obviously.

The "virtue" in his mouth is completely different from what normal people think.

Ying Zheng laughed out loud, and waved to Ying Chang'an: "Come on, come to Emperor Father."

Ying Chang'an strode his calf, passed Hu Hai and Zhao Gao, and ran over.

at this time.

Hu Hai and Zhao Gao were still kneeling on the ground, their faces swollen like pig's heads, no expression could be discerned, and no one cared about them at all.

As if they were like air.

Everyone is revolving around winning Chang'an.

"Boy, you performed well today, how do you want Father to reward you?"

Ying Zheng put his arms around his youngest son, his face beaming with joy.

He seemed to understand.

Both the big and the small are useless.

If you want to keep Daqin in peace for a long time, you have to start from this small trumpet.

And this moment.

Hearing that Ying Zheng was going to reward Chang'an, Hu Hai was about to cry.

He obviously came to complain.

Ying Chang'an disregarded his status as a prince, set up a stage to tell stories in the street, and even beat his elder brother and the CRRC government order.

In the end, the father actually said that he performed very well, and he wanted to reward this little bastard.

It's so frustrating, old man!

"Father, I don't want any rewards, but I have two requests."

After pondering for a moment, Ying Changan raised his head and said childishly.

"Oh? You kid has learned how to bargain? Tell me, what request?"

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows lightly, but there was no sense of blame in his tone.

Ying Chang'an said: "First, the palace is too boring, I think occasionally going to the street to set up a stage for storytelling can be regarded as having fun with the people."

"You really know how to find a reason, sure."

Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly and smiled.

As a prince, you should not be extravagant or indulgent, and you should pay more attention to the sufferings of the people.

For such reasons, it is hard not to agree.

"What about the second thing?"

"In the future, if there is another beautiful sister like Yaomeier, the emperor must reward me first, not the elder brother first, let alone the eighteenth brother."

Hearing this ridiculous request, Ying Zheng was a little dumbfounded.

Who would make such a request?

"That's right."

Although Ying Zheng didn't understand, he finally nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Fang Xuanling, Li Si, Fu Su and the other three smiled wryly.

Only Hu Hai, who was kneeling on the ground, was full of jealousy and unwillingness in his eyes.

Zhao Gao knelt on the ground motionless, with his head buried low, like a statue, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The sun sets in the west.

After Fang Xuanling finalized the marriage with Daqin, he quickly left Daqin.

He is now in a race against time.

Tell Li Shimin about the marriage earlier, and launch the Xuanwumen Change, which will increase the chance of winning.

Once Li Shimin ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, he would immediately hold a canonization ceremony for Li Lizhi as agreed, and send her to Daqin grandly.

And all of this doesn't need Chang'an to worry about it.

……

Grand View Garden.

An independent palace in the southeast corner of Xianyang Palace.

Pavilions and pavilions, everything.

This is also the residence of Ying Chang'an.

When Ying Chang'an just came back from Zhangtai Palace, a graceful and beautiful woman greeted him.

Her name is Yao Meier, and she is the personal maid bestowed upon Ying Chang'an by Ying Zheng.

"Young master, why have you been gone for so long? Don't you miss him?"

Yao Meier's tone was lazy, her smile was playful, and there was a trace of resentment in her eyes.

Looking at the extremely charming woman in front of him, Ying Chang'an couldn't help but shudder.

Demon!

Don't even spare the children?

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007 The son is the master, the family is the slave

Ying Chang'an put his hands behind his back, raised his head in an air, and said old-fashionedly: "Ling'er, take me in."

"Pfft!"

With a coquettish smile falling to the ground like the sound of heaven, Yao Meier was amused by the cute little baby in front of her.

"The servant obeys."

A charming voice sounded.

Yao Meier took a step forward, picked up the little cute baby in front of her with both hands, and walked towards the courtyard.

in the courtyard.

The pear blossoms rustled down like flying snow, which was really beautiful.

Yao Meier carried Ying Changan under the tree and put him on a special rocking chair.

Lie down in the rocking chair.

Accompanied by the radiance of the golden sunset.

Ying Changan smiled contentedly and happily, and the dimples on both sides of his cheeks were also faintly visible, like a porcelain doll.

"It's so comfortable!"

Placing his small arms like lotus roots on the back of his head, Ying Changan let out a sigh of relief, expressing a sincere emotion.

Looking at the cute baby who looks like a little adult, Yao Meier couldn't help smiling.

This little guy enjoys it better than adults like us.

"Ling'er, go to my room, there is a gift for you in it. And."

Ying Chang'an's little hand reached for his cuff, took out a bag of tea and handed it to Yao Meier: "Go and make me a cup of tea."

"Giggle."

Yao Meier covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "Master, you are such a small doll, why do you drink tea like adults?"

"What do you know? It's very careful."

Ying Changan curled his lips stubbornly.

"is it?"

Yao Meier cast a teasing glance at Ying Chang'an, then turned around and walked into Ying Chang'an's room.

After a while.

She came out of the room, carrying the same rocking chair, but the size was larger than Ying Changan's children's model.

"Young master, is this a gift for the slave family?"

Yao Meier put the rocking chair beside Ying Changan.

Ying Changan grinned, revealing two nice dimples, and asked childishly, "Do you like it?"

Yao Meier was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a playful smile.

She took a step forward, brushed her fingertips across Ying Changan's small face, and asked lazily and charmingly: "My lord, you are the master and I am a slave. If you let the slave sit by your side, what should you do if someone finds out?" Woolen cloth?"

Feeling the heat from Yao Meier's fingertips, Ying Chang'an rolled his eyes as if nothing had happened, and said arrogantly: "I like to sit or not."

The smile on Yaomei'er's face froze slightly.

this little guy.

Not only the ideas are wild and unconstrained, but also quite individual.

That's it.

If you don't sit, you don't sit.

After thinking about it, Yao Meier stepped lightly and sat on her own rocking chair.

"Ah."

The moment you lie down.

Yao Meier couldn't help but let out a whisper.

Without him.

It's just comfortable.

The curvature of this rocking chair fits perfectly with Yaomeier's water snake waist.

The shaking frequency is just right.

Accompanied by the gradually sinking sunset, it gives people a lazy feeling.

I just want to lie down like this, never have to get up, and don't have to think about those troublesome things.

A breeze blows.

Pear blossoms are flying all over the sky.

It seems that all the good things in the courtyard are completely isolated from this cold Xianyang Palace.

"Aren't you not sitting?"

Ying Chang'an swayed on the rocking chair, turned his head slowly, and looked at Yao Meier who was enjoying himself, his big black and round eyes were full of disdain.

"The son is the master, and the family is the slave. How can the slave family resist the order of the master?"

A lazy voice sounded, the corners of Yaomei'er's mouth curled up, her slender legs folded together, charming and elegant.

Win Chang'an is too lazy to say anything.

He slowly closed his eyes, drank tea, and enjoyed the few remaining rays of the setting sun.

Yao Meier also imitated Chang'an, shaking back and forth rhythmically.

Bathed in the sunset, my head is dizzy, and there is a warm feeling.

With the breeze blowing.

Yao Meier suddenly felt that everything in the world was still.

Since the country was destroyed and her family was destroyed, she has never had peace like this moment.