Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

Chen Qing replied in a deep voice.

"What the widow wants is not to do his best."

Ying Zheng looked stern.

"Your Majesty, I still have to compete with the Mohists, so I can't get away for the time being."

"You allow me three to five days. After the competition, Weichen will have manpower and it will be convenient for me to handle things."

Chen Qing answered in a low voice.

Ying Zheng suddenly realized.

He nodded: "Three or five days?"

"Well, you won."

"Get ready for business early."

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he left the study with his hands behind his back, leaving Chen Qing and Zhao Chong looking at each other inexplicably.

I won?

What do you mean?

A light flashed in Chen Qing's mind.

Is His Majesty planning to...

Good guy!

There is no such thing as fair or unfair in a feudal centralized society!

The First Emperor said I would win, so I will definitely win!

The Mo family will fight me?

Chen Qing was filled with emotions.

The craftsmanship of Xianglixi and others is unparalleled in the world, but you will consider yourself unlucky when you meet a traveler who is a genius like me.

"Old Zhao..."

"Don't come here."

Zhao Chong retreated again and again, as if he saw some scourge.

There are many evil things about Chen Qing, even though he didn't believe in ghosts and gods in the past, he is a little scared now.

"What are you doing!"

"The court's salary is coming soon, how much did I owe you before?"

Chen Qing said embarrassedly.

"I do not want it."

Zhao Chong waved his hands hastily, wishing to be as far away from the other party as possible.

He could tell that anyone who had anything to do with Chen Qing would be unlucky.

On the other hand, this evildoer, the more alive he is, the more nourished he is.

Can't you provoke me, can't you hide?

"Sigh~"

"What's the matter, old Zhao?"

"I haven't said anything about withdrawing materials yet."

"The emperor can't send hungry soldiers!"

Chen Qing pinched his chin and pondered for a while, "It's broken, Fusu should come out of Taimiao, right? I have to hug my thigh quickly."

Chapter 64 Let everyone of the foreign race be good at singing and dancing, and let the people of Daqin become masters

At night, Xianyang City is brightly lit and lively.

Because of Prince Fusuli, the curfew was lifted in the city today.

People rushed to the streets one after another, and the vendors and wine shops were overcrowded.

Everyone has a happy smile on their faces, looking forward to a better life in the future.

Chen Qing was so drunk that he was helped by Fusu to walk to the resting place.

There was an undisguised jealousy on Meng Yi's face.

Prince, my elder brother is the one who built the Great Wall with you and defeated the Xiongnu!

How can you love the new and hate the old?

Wang Jian and Wang Ben also cast envious looks.

It stands to reason that the Mongolian and Wang families should have benefited the most from Fusu's appointment of the crown prince.

But at the banquet today, Fusu and Chen Qing sat next to each other and had a good talk.

Two people talk more than the others combined!

This makes them feel how to avoid pantothenic acid.

"Young master... oh no, it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now."

"Listen to the movement outside, how happy the people are laughing."

Even if it was Qin Chao's low-alcohol rice wine, he would still be confused if he drank too much.

There was a lot of noise outside the palace walls, and many people deliberately took a detour to walk around the Yichun Palace, to enjoy the prince's happiness.

Chen Qing stuck out his tongue and slapped Fusu's shoulder.

"Yes."

"It's rare for Xianyang City to be so lively on weekdays."

Fusu showed a gratified smile.

He became the crown prince, and if nothing goes wrong with the throne, it will definitely be passed on to him in the future.

At that time, you can flex your muscles and display your ambitions.

"Prince...Forget it, let's call him Fusu, by the way."

Chen Qing's brain was buzzing, and he didn't care about the difference between superior and inferior.

The guard who was accompanying him coughed several times, but it didn't wake up the bold maniac.

"Sir, please speak."

Fusu didn't care at all, and looked at him with gentle eyes.

Chen Qing sighed deeply: "I have no other extravagant demands on you from now on, just one thing."

"Be sure to protect yourself."

"Don't go to any dangerous place, even if there is a pothole on the road, you have to carefully avoid it."

"Do you understand?"

Fusu knew that the other party was worried about him, and remembering the tragic ending of his suicide by hanging himself in history, he nodded solemnly.

"You have a lot of ideas and want to do a lot of things."

"me too."

"Fusu, I work for your royal family every day with my head up, don't let my efforts go to waste!"

Chen Qing warned again worriedly.

"Master's teaching, Fusu must always be remembered in my heart."

Fusu, who has become the prince, is as respectful and modest as usual, and his attitude has not changed at all.

"I know……"

Even when he was drunk, Chen Qing's mind was still tense.

"If one day you come to take charge of the government, the remnants of the six kingdoms may not be reconciled. The grassland tribes may not be as honest as they are now."

"It doesn't matter."

"I am here."

"Fusu, there is a saying in later generations: the truth is only within the range of the cannon."

"Let's use giant ship cannons to subdue the barbarians from all directions."

"Let all nations come to court!"

"Let everyone of the foreign race be good at singing and dancing!"

"Fusu, when the time comes, we will still be like today, sitting together to toast and drinking, and let the barbarian leaders take turns to perform dances for us!"

Chen Qing waved his arms and yelled endlessly with excitement.

Fusu couldn't help laughing: "I only hope that the world will be peaceful and the people will live and work in peace and contentment."

Chen Qing said carelessly: "There will be! There will be! The world is so big, as long as Daqin is strong enough, how much land can't be occupied?"

"What are you talking about living and working in peace and contentment? The layout is really small."

"Let me tell you, I plan to make everyone in Daqin be a lord."

"Every household has hundreds of thousands of acres of land, and the working serfs have to support dozens or hundreds of them."

"Eat one bowl of rice and one bowl after another, and the white flour buns only eat the stuffing and not the skin."

"Hey, rich is arrogant!"

"Our Daqin's master is so capricious!"

Chen Qing raised his thumb high, looking reckless and unrestrained.

Fu Su was so teased that he couldn't laugh or cry, and didn't take his drunken words to heart.

"Sir, it's windy outside, let's go back quickly."

"What I said is true, I didn't lie to you."

"Mr. will definitely not lie, Fusu is waiting for that day."

"Let's all do well and make history together."

With crooked steps, Chen Qing was staggered and helped back into the room.

Less than half an hour.

The secret performance of the Black Ice Terrace was presented to the imperial case of the First Emperor.

"Truth is only within the range of the cannon."

"All nations come to court."

"We want everyone of the foreign race to be good at singing and dancing, and let the barbarian leaders come to Xianyang to perform dances."

Ying Zheng was holding the ensemble, his heart was racing.

Only now did he realize that what he had done was not enough!

Chen Qingneng said so, nine out of ten people in later generations really did this kind of thing.

How can Daqin be weaker than others!

"This guy is really hateful."

"Why don't you say such things to the widows?"

After Ying Zheng was excited, he was deeply dissatisfied with Chen Qing's way of favoring one another.

To put it bluntly, he was just jealous.

Jealous of Chen Qing always hiding things in front of him, and unwilling to spend all his money to work for him.

"Zhao Chong, why do you think Chen Qing is like this?"