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

"My God, it's not a story, it's not a story!"

"I was wrong! I was an idiot! I was an idiot! The nineteenth prince is right, the story he told is reality!"

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"Shame, shame!"

As time went on, the voices of the crowd grew louder.

Many people blushed and shy, bowed their heads without saying a word, their lips were pursed and their blood had already lost their color.

Some people covered their faces and wept bitterly, and ran frantically to the storytelling building.

Some even got angry, slapped themselves hard, and scolded themselves in their hearts, why were they so ignorant at the beginning, and even laughed at the nineteenth prince?

This time it's all right!

The story told by the little prince has really become a reality.

People are not jokes, those of us who laugh at others are the biggest and most ridiculous jokes!

Not just the east gate.

In front of each of the nine gates of Xianyang City, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people, collapsed and cried.

In a blink of an eye.

The huge Qin capital lost all its vitality and prosperity in an instant.

The street was deserted, and there was no one in sight.

They are ashamed to see people, ashamed to speak, and even ashamed to stand in broad daylight!

this moment.

They finally realized how shallow, how ignorant, and how ridiculous they were.

this moment.

The story of Liu Bang told by Ying Chang'an has finally brought people back to their memories over the past few months.

They finally understood that the story of this local hooligan was not a collapse, let alone a failure, but a classic masterpiece! ! !

Just imagine.

In the whole world, who dares to tell the unacceptable story of a local hooligan who will counterattack and become the emperor like the nineteenth prince who won Chang'an, without sticking to one pattern?

How much infamy and pressure does this require?

Can win Chang'an did it!

He doesn't care about other people's infamy, and he doesn't care what others think of him.

He is like a pure idealist, just to bring different colors to the world.

The avenue is like the blue sky, I can't do it alone!

With such a heart and belief, the nineteenth prince told so many wonderful stories, which were brought to the world, to the mainland of Kyushu, and even brought great joy to people.

And what about them?

Like a group of ants who don't know the destiny, like frogs in a well who don't know the vastness of the sky, like a stupid ignorant who laughs at those who open up the road in ignorance!

shame!

collapsed!

Never want to see people again!

Today, the entire city of Xianyang is apologizing for the victory of the nineteenth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty in Chang'an!

In front of the storytelling building.

Hundreds of thousands of people knelt on the ground and wailed loudly, begging the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an for forgiveness.

"Your Highness, we are wrong, we are superficial, we are ignorant, please forgive us〃"!"

"Woooo! I understand! I finally understand! Why does His Highness stop coming out to speak? It turns out that he is disappointed in us."

"Damn me! I'm a bastard! I would like to take my life as a invitation to welcome Your Highness to write a book!"

"If there were no storytelling by His Highness, wouldn't eternity be like a long night?"

They regret it, they fear it.

They were worried that Win Chang'an would never come back again, and would never bring them stories of ups and downs, laughter and excitement.

Their remorseful hearts were tormented like they were being scorched in magma, making them unable to forgive themselves.

I can only confess my ridicule in front of the empty storytelling building.

In front of the window of the storytelling building.

Under Meng Yi's care, Han Xin had just regained consciousness when he heard the crying outside and couldn't help but come to the window.

Tens of 10 people knelt on the ground, begging the nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an for forgiveness.

The shocking scene made Han Xin shrink his pupils and strengthened his belief even more.

"Heaven has eyes, and my day, Han Xin, has finally arrived!"

"His Royal Highness, the Nineteenth Prince, must be the Ming Lord!"

He was secretly happy in his heart.

Xianyang Palace, at the gate of the Grand View Garden, was quiet and deserted, except for one eunuch.

The hustle and bustle outside the imperial city seemed to have nothing to do with the palace.

Zhao Gao had been standing at the door for two hours, but he still didn't see Ying Changan's face.

no way.

He could only wait here, not daring to leave.

He was afraid that if he won this brat Chang'an, he would make some bad moves and take half of his life.

"Wait a little longer, the nineteenth prince will come out soon!"

Zhao Gao comforted himself in a low voice.

But if he knew how long Ying Chang'an made him wait, he would probably slap himself hard twice, he would be so naive.

Another two hours passed.

There was still no movement at the door.

For four whole hours, Zhao Gao stood dizzy.

From day to night, the vermilion lacquered gate of the Grand View Garden remained silent.

Occasionally, there will be one or two charming laughter from inside.

The fallen leaves floated up with the wind and landed on Zhao Gao's body, looking a bit miserable.

There are two worlds inside and outside the imperial city, one is noisy and the other is quiet.

Outside the gate of the Grand View Garden, there are also two worlds.

One is miserable and bleak, and the other is full of spring.

The night passed.

The gate of the Grand View Garden is still not open.

Zhao Gao was already going crazy.

Compared with waiting for a long time, the torment and suffering in his heart really made him miserable.

Liu Bang has already fled, and Xiang Yu has turned his back.

Who knows what it's like outside.

Winning Chang'an can afford to wait, Zhao Gao can't afford to wait!

If he delays the important event, he will be held accountable by Ying Zheng.

The more Zhao Gao thought about it, the more flustered he became, and he felt that he couldn't wait any longer.

He broke his heart, walked to the door, knelt on the ground with a plop, and wailed loudly: "His Royal Highness, for your majesty's sake, for the sake of Daqin Jiangshan, come out and receive the order! Mr. I beg you!"

Zhao Gao was speechless and burst into tears.

Ha ha!

I knew it!

To come to this bear child to pass the decree, one must experience inhuman pain.

But no matter how much Zhao Gao kowtowed, until his forehead was smashed, the lacquered red door in front of him still remained silent.

As if the door would never open.

Zhao Gao really had no choice but to kowtow over and over again, plead for orders over and over again, and call Ying Chang'an over and over again to come out to receive the order.

Another day and night passed.

Zhao Gao's head had been knocked to pieces, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a terrible state of distress.

Even the stone slab in front of the door was knocked out with a depression, and it was full of blood stains.

Zhao Gao's voice was also hoarse, but he kept shouting.

He dare not stop!

Once you stop, all the previous efforts are for naught.

Just when he was about to hold on, a creaking sound suddenly sounded.

Zhao Gao's absent-minded eyes lit up instantly.

He had never thought the sound of the door opening so pleasant.

The painted red door gradually opened.

Ying Changan came out with a meat bun in his hand, his mouth was bulging.

"`¨I said Zhao Gao, are you annoying? If you don't go to your lifeblood, Hu Hai, what are you doing here?"

A childish voice sounded, Ying Chang'an obviously didn't want to talk to him.

Lifeblood Hu Hai! ?

Zhao Gao's eyelids twitched, and he was shocked.

What does he mean?

Does he know the relationship between the old man and Hu Hai?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Zhao Gao kept denying in his heart.

"Your highness, little ancestor, this old slave is here to pass on His Majesty's will. Liu Bang and Xiang Yu have all turned against each other. Your Majesty asked you to handle this matter."

Zhao Gao can no longer care about etiquette.

He just wanted to convey Ying Zheng's will as quickly as possible, and then leave this ghostly place as soon as possible.

(Good Li Zhao) This brat is too much of a tosser!

Zhao Gao was afraid that he would be burped before Ying Zheng passed away.

Then how can you steal the country of the Great Qin Empire?

His ambition is like a poisonous snake, and he never relaxes at all times.

"Oh, well, then you can deal with it."

Ying Changan opened his small mouth, took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and said vaguely.

"what!?"

Zhao Gao was dumbfounded.

This brat doesn't play by the rules!