Daqin: I Want to Be a Powerful Minister, but the First Emperor Actually Passed The Throne to Me

Wang Jian laughed, the white temples on his thin face were full of love and trembling, and he said cheerfully: "That's not true, that Zhao Yu's eyes are full of my family Ning'er, in order to let His Majesty help him propose marriage, he gave three Artifact."

Hearing this, Li Zhishuang, who was beside him, stopped playing the piano, lightly caressed her hand on the piano stake, and stared at Wang Jian with her eyes fixed.

"Which three divine tools! Grandpa, don't sell it!" Wang Mengning on the side couldn't bear his temper, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Haha, baby granddaughter, don't worry! You are also the second beauty in Xianyang, but you can't be so arrogant. When you get along with Zhao Yu in the future, you must be calm and have a ladylike bearing, just like your sister Shuang'er. The same, you know? Wang Jian grinned, his mouth full of old teeth, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Hey! Got it! Grandpa, you can talk to Sister Shuang'er with me at any time, or you can just marry Sister Shuang'er to Zhao Yu." Wang Mengning pouted, Jin Lan Cangyun's long skirt was scattered. Petal.

And at this moment, Li Zhishuang, who was beside him, couldn't help but tremble with his fingertips. He stroked the strings of the piano, and the trickle of blood was accompanied by the hoarse sound of the piano.

The sound of the piano carries a sadness, and ripples in the center of the lake.

When Wang Jian heard this, he looked at Li Zhishuang in surprise and asked, "Shuang'er, are you alright?

Li Zhishuang squeezed her bleeding finger tightly, hid the injured finger in the palm of her hand, her face returned to calm and hurriedly said: "It's okay! Grandpa, ~ I'm fine.

Wang Jian nodded and said, "Shuang'er, don't worry, it won't be long before Fusu will return from the frontier, and it might not be your luck to marry you to Fusu.

Li Zhishuang's face sank when she heard this, and sand seemed to enter her eyes.

How much she wanted to stand up and retort: ​​"Grandpa, I don't want to marry Fusu, I just want to marry Zhao Gongzi!

But thinking of Wang Jian's kindness in raising him, coupled with the fact that ancient marriages paid attention to the life of parents and the words of matchmakers.

Li Zhishuang forcibly suppressed the impulse in her heart, nodded with a dull expression on her face, and said, "Thank you old general for your kindness."

Hearing this, Wang Jian laughed and said to Wang Mengning: "See, your sister is going to marry your majesty's Longzi, and the status of Mr. Fusu is not comparable to that of Zhao Yu, so don't worry about your sister. already."

When Wang Mengning heard this, she didn't feel any envy in her heart. She fought and killed since she was a child, but she couldn't stand the somewhat pedantic behavior of Young Master Fu Su.

However, thinking that Li Zhishuang could marry His Majesty's Dragon Son, Wang Mengning sincerely felt happy for Li Zhishuang.

Wang Mengning smiled, looked at Li Zhishuang, and pretended to be envious: "Sister Shuang'er, Ning'er is also a little envious of you! Fusu has a very good chance of inheriting the throne! Then you will be the mother of the world!

Wang Mengning dared to say such outrageous words only in front of his own people.

But when Li Zhishuang heard this, she couldn't be happy at all. She couldn't be with the person she loved. What's the use of the other person no matter how noble they were?

Li Zhishuang had also met Fusu Young Master before. Although Fusu had the name of benevolence and righteousness, there was also the propaganda of the Fusu party in it.

The Fusu in Li Zhishuang's impression was full of dogmatism, and was fooled by a group of Confucian people. Li Zhishuang was full of reading the scriptures, and even though she was a noble woman, she also concluded that Fusu could not become a hegemony!

Li Zhishuang raised his head absent-mindedly, and said, "Oh, sister Ning'er doesn't need to be envious, it's not even a word."

Seeing Li Zhishuang's absent-minded appearance, Wang Mengning thought that Li Zhishuang was shy and didn't ask any further questions.

At this moment, a Qin soldier rushed to Wang Jian, knelt down on one knee, and said with a stern face:

"Report! General Wang! Your Majesty ordered General Wang to hold His Majesty's Tiger Talisman and personally lead 100,000 Qin soldiers outside Xianyang City to the eastern suburbs of Xianyang.

"Okay! I'm going to put on my armor now!" Wang Jian waved his hand, smiled heartily, and walked towards his house.

While walking, Wang Jian said with a smile: "It seems that this auspicious auspiciousness is about to mature! After all, Your Majesty can't help but want to showdown ahead of time! But it will take more than a month for the longevity fruit tree to mature."

Under the service of his servants, Wang Jian was dressed in heavy armor, which was inlaid with gold, and golden armor and golden clothes.

Wearing armor, Wang Jian walked out of Xianyang City on horseback with a sword in hand.

"Your Majesty's showdown in advance may be to facilitate Zhao Yu with a suitable title and let Zhao Yu propose a marriage to my royal family! Your Majesty's kindness, the old man can't repay it! Wang Jian said with emotion as he walked.

Not long after, Wang Jian, holding a tiger talisman, mobilized 100,000 Qin Ruishis from outside Xianyang City to greet Qin Shihuang at Xianyang Palace and go to the eastern suburbs.

Inside the palace.

Back in the boudoir, Li Zhishuang always felt that she had lost something very important in her heart.

The blood on the fingertips also forgot to bandage, Li Zhishuang's mind was full of Zhao Yu's voice and smile.

"I don't know Young Master, but you still recognize me?" Li Zhishuang whispered in her heart.

Sitting in front of the desk, a pair of geese outside the window passed by the center of the lake in a group, and a circle of ripples made the lovesickness in Li Zhishuang's heart gallop like a sea!

I haven't seen you for a few days, I wonder how your son is doing recently?

Li Zhishuangwu's lovesickness flooded into her heart, she couldn't help but take out the paper and hold a writing brush with her bloody right hand, to express the meaning of lovesickness in her writing.

"Young master, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?

The little girl is not talented, she can only think of the king, but she is incapable of making the king admire himself. "

After writing the letter, Li Zhishuang sealed it in a self-made envelope.

Gently walked out of the palace, and asked the messenger to deliver the letter to Zhao Yu.

The palace is not far from the eastern suburbs of Xianyang.

The time required for Wang Jian to lead a 100,000-strong army was a little long, and it would take a lot of time to gather the 100,000-strong army to form an array.

Therefore, this letter was first sent by a messenger to outside Zhao Yu's courtyard.

Just as the messenger was about to enter Zhao Yu's courtyard gate, he was stopped by a man with a chilling aura.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, he questioned his identity, handed over his biography, and even investigated three generations of his ancestors.

After confirming that they had no problem, several men accepted their letters.

A man with a beard and a thin face full of murderous intent roared: "Trust me and hand it over to Young Master Zhao for you, hurry up, this is not a place you can enter.

The messenger felt strange, and his face was full of doubts.

Could it be that there is a certain Marquis hidden in this seemingly unremarkable courtyard?

Just to send a letter to be so rigorously checked?

Even if it is given to His Majesty, I am afraid that it is only so strict, right?

The messenger shook his head and sighed a few times: "What does this have to do with me? Since this paper-making technique was invented by the immortal messenger, more and more people send letters."

"I have a job to make ends meet, but I can't be sloppy, half of the letters have not been delivered today, so I have to leave quickly.

The messenger quickened his pace.

Outside the courtyard of Zhao Yu.

After seeing the messenger leave, the commander of Xuanwu Wei looked at the letter in his hand doubtfully, hesitating several times whether to open it or not.

A Xuanwu guard beside him reminded: "Commander, this letter was passed from the palace to Young Master Zhao. It must be the daughter of the palace. It may be that the two exchanged their heartfelt feelings. Commander, are you sure you want to open it? 35

Upon hearing this, the commander loosened his hand that was about to open the letter.

After a pause, he said with an embarrassed expression: "Your Majesty asked us to strictly monitor Zhao Yu, even a fly can't fly in. That's why I want to open this letter to see if there are poisons and other substances in it. After all, we can't be careless."

"But now that I think of it as a love letter from the daughter of the Wang family, I'll forget it." The commander of Xuanwu Wei smiled.

Putting down the letter, the commander of the Xuanwu Guards remembered Wang Mengning who jumped into the wall a few days ago.

The commander of the Xuanwu Guards said with some emotion: "Young Master Zhao is truly blessed, and in just a few days, he was able to win the favor of the king's daughter.

"Write a love letter to him personally and make us envy you." Xuanwu Wei commander's eyes were full of envy.

A Xuanwu guard beside him smiled and joked: "What's the use of envy? You don't even look at who the daughter of the Wang family is looking for?

"Master Zhao is not only heroic, he is a hundred times better than us, but he is also a messenger of immortals who bestows divine weapons with countless auspicious auspices. The daughter of the Wang family and Master Zhao are a natural pair." Xuanwuwei said solemnly.

Soon.

The commander of Xuanwu Wei entered the courtyard and walked in front of Zhao Yu, who was looking at the auspiciousness.

The commander of Xuanwu Guard hurriedly knelt down on one knee, presented the letter with both hands, and said respectfully: "Young Master, the letter from the palace's daughter has been sent, please read it.

"Wang Mengning?" Zhao Yu was stunned.

Seeing Zhao Yu reaching out and taking the letter, the commander of Xuanwu Wei consciously left the courtyard.

"Is this really the letter Wang Mengning sent me?" Zhao Yu was a little puzzled.

Immediately, Zhao Yu tore open the sealant and took out the linen paper inside.

On the linen paper, a few thin and small characters were written in exquisite small seals, and the brushstrokes seemed to have been written not long ago.

"Young master, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?"

"The little girl is not talented, she can only think of you, but she is incapable of making you admire yourself.

Zhao Yu read it out in his heart very solemnly, and couldn't help but touch it.

Zhao Yu raised his eyebrows and scolded in his heart; "Wang Jian, you immortal, didn't convey my meaning to Wang Mengning? Wang Mengning is so sad."5

Zhao Yu shook his head, sighed, and was about to collect the letter in his arms, when he saw a drop of blood on the envelope.

Staring at the drop of blood carefully, Zhao Yu frowned, "Could it be that Miss Wang was injured? Could it be that she was injured internally by the guy called Black Hawk under the arrogant boy that day?"

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu felt like there were thousands of ants tickling in his heart.

I can't wait to rush into the palace immediately!

But Zhao Yu thought that he didn't have any identity at the moment, just an ordinary commoner. He couldn't marry Wang Mengning in an open and honest way, and he was quite helpless in his heart!

...... ask for flowers. . . .

Perhaps, we can only wait for Lao Zhao to showdown sooner.

Evaluating your previous performance, how can you become a frontier official?

At this moment, Zhao Yu suddenly pricked up his ears, and there were dense footsteps in his ears.

This time was different from the past. The dense footsteps even made the whole Xianyang shake.

Under the expectant gaze of Zhao Yu, the three of Lao Zhao walked in in casual clothes as always.

Zhao Yu took the initiative to greet him and said: "Old Zhao, you are here, come, Xiangrui is just mature today, you should come and see me.

"Okay!" A smile appeared in Lao Zhao's eyes, staring at Zhao Yu full of love and satisfaction.

This is my dragon son!

Seeing Zhao Yu's enthusiastic appearance, Brother Zheng felt extremely comfortable!

My dragon son is filial piety, this auspiciousness will be offered to me as soon as it matures!

It is not in vain that I am determined to pass the crown of the prince to him!

On the other hand, Wang Jian and Meng Yi looked at each other, and both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Wang Jian had some doubts in his heart, Zhao Yu was not like this in the past.

Meng Yi followed in small steps, doubting whether Zhao Yu was trying to show off before His Majesty's showdown.

Zhao Yu picked up a few hoes from the ground and threw them to Lao Wang and Lao Meng one by one.

He shouted: "You two, hurry up and dig the ground! Dig for auspiciousness, don't stand and be lazy! 39

Seeing Wang Jian and Meng Yi murmuring behind, Zhao Yu shouted.

You may be polite to Brother Zheng himself, so don't think about being lazy.

Wang Jian and Meng Yi were taken aback for a moment, both of them were a little surprised.

Wang Jian even blew his beard and stared at Zhao Yu dissatisfiedly.

In my heart, I secretly thought that this precious granddaughter of the old man is about to marry you, but your grandson is actually pointing fingers at the old man?

Meng Yi knew the importance of Zhao Yu in His Majesty's mind, so he had to obediently picked up the hoe and followed Zhao Yu down the field.

"Pharaoh, go to work in the ground, don't stand." Meng Yi pulled Wang Jian.

Wang Jian rolled up his sleeves, and Meng Yi, who was 1.8 meters tall, couldn't pull it. Wang Jian stared at Zhao Yu and said with a smile: "Where's Lao Zhao? Lao Zhao doesn't have to work anymore, right?"

Zhao Yu glanced at Qin Shihuang, smiled lightly on his face, and explained: "Old Zhao looks very precious when he sees his face.

When Wang Jian heard this, he shook his head in dissatisfaction and did not continue arguing.

Let His Majesty work, unless you are tired of living.

Meng Yi glanced at Zhao Yu with a tacit look.

On the contrary, Qin Shihuang saw Zhao Yu being so polite to him suddenly, and suddenly his heart was full of doubts.

Why is Yu'er being so polite to me?

Did you discover my identity?

"Yu'er has been through too hard these years, I have to make up for Yu'er, even if I help him with chores in front of him, I can feel more at ease. 35 Qin Shihuang thought of this, he personally wore a large robe and stepped into the room. field.

Qin Shihuang, with a big belly, walked up to Zhao Yu, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hoe in Zhao Yu's hand, and said, "Old Yu, go and rest, I'll help you hoe.

"No, Lao Zhao, you have high blood pressure, you should rest." Zhao Yu shook his head quickly.

I never imagined that Qin Shi Huang, an emperor, would actually fight for work with him.

"Lao Yu, you have been malnourished for decades, and you haven't had a good life for a few days. You go to rest, or I will do it." Qin Shihuang saw that the hoe in his hand was about to be snatched by Zhao Yu, Reached out and grabbed the hoe again.

The two of them stalemate in the air while holding the hoe.

When Wang Jian and Meng Yi behind them saw this, they took a deep breath, as if they had been hit with a heavy hammer!

His majesty, who is usually ruthless and decisive, is rushing to help Zhao Yu?

Your Majesty, the emperor's dragon body, has never done this kind of chores since he was in power!

Now that they have to go down to the ground and work with Zhao Yu in person, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it!

"It's just, why is your Majesty and Zhao Yu's behavior so abnormal today? Could it be that there is something that the old man doesn't know about?" Wang Jian spat in his hand, grabbed the handle of the hoe, and went down to open a piece of land.

"Even if Zhao Yu is the messenger of the immortals, your majesty is honored as the ninth-five, the emperor of humanity, and the gods of immortals and ghosts must obey your majesty.

"Your Majesty can't afford to respect Zhao Yu so much!" Meng Yi was confused and had some emotions in his heart.

There are three generations of the Meng family, and they have worked hard for His Majesty, and they can't get such respect!

The autumn wind was blowing, Zhao Yu and Qin Shihuang each held one end of the handle of the hoe, with a secret in their hearts that no one knew.

One father and one son, spanning more than 20 years of time and space, fate made them meet here!

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