Da Qin: The First Emperor wanted to train me to be the empress

Chapter 63: Everyone is frightened ([-]st update, please support me more)

Li Si secretly wiped his cold sweat and shook his head at Meng Yi, saying that he was fine.

But he was so nervous that he couldn't speak for a while.

He always felt that His Majesty's look just now seemed like he wanted to kill someone, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to express his anger.

Seeing that he was silent, Meng Yi didn't ask any more questions.

Not to mention that Li Si was frightened, even he, a minister with a background as a killer, was trembling in his heart when he came into contact with His Majesty's gaze.

Fortunately, now that I am away from His Majesty, things are much easier.

He reminded: "Master Li, come back calmly to avoid making mistakes."

"Meng will go and keep an eye on it first, lest anyone accidentally do something wrong."

"Thank you, Master Meng. I really need to stabilize myself."

Li Si held on to the tree passing by and turned to the back before stopping, "Lord Lao Meng will cover for me."

"Good to say."

Meng Yi looked at His Majesty who was surrounded by the princes and princesses, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart: What happened to Your Majesty these past two days?
What makes His Majesty so changeable?
It's a pity that they, who couldn't hear Ying Xuman's voice, couldn't figure out where Brother Zheng's anger came from.

He was able to suppress his inner anger in time, and he was very restrained before going on a killing spree.

If any of the emperors were replaced, I am afraid that blood would flow into rivers inside and outside Xianyang in these two days.

"Okay, go and help me later, don't guard me here."

Seeing that the princes and princesses were staying by their side and refused to leave, Zulong waved his hand impatiently, "Hua Zhang, Yang Zi and Zhen'er can just stay."

"only."

The princes felt empty when they saw that their father did not want them after they had a princess.

Especially the brothers Fusu and Hu Hai.

Fusu hoped to be alone with his father and talk about the alchemists and Confucian scholars.

It's a pity that his father didn't give him a chance.

Hu Hai felt that his father's favor had been taken away by Hua Zhang, and he was unconvinced.When he left, he looked at Hua Zhang with resentment on his face and wanted to say a few words.

But when he came into contact with Ying Xuman's cold eyes, the young man trembled inwardly and obediently followed his brothers to help.

"Your Majesty, Gao Yi is going to help harvest sweet potatoes?"

Seeing this, Zhao Gao always felt that something would happen if he stayed here, so he wisely chose to follow the large army.

"can."

Ying Zheng glanced at him lightly and uttered a word lightly.

No one can hear the emotion in the word Zulong, but Zhao Gao heard the sonorous sound from it.

After watching Zhao Gao retreat into the ground, Ying Zheng looked at the Ninth Princess: "Didn't Xu'er say there are other good things?"

Ying Xuman: "Father, don't worry, we will go back when this is over."

"What aspect? Or is it related to food?"

"No, it has to do with cultural knowledge."

Ying Xuman didn't show any pretense and said directly, "I think it's troublesome to record the numbers on the bamboo slips in the hands of Qing Meng and Mr. Li. My father, the emperor, allowed me to send someone to bring something new."

"allow."

Ying Zheng always supported Jiu Maiden's requests unconditionally.

Ying Xuman smiled and looked at Xue Niang, who was making tea and washing cups under the umbrella: "Sister Xue'er, go and get the paper I asked you to sew."

"only."

Xueer agreed, turned and left.

Ying Xuman supported Zulong: "Father, you'd better go back to the chair and sit down and rest. There are so many soldiers here to help, it will be quick."

Zu Long didn't pay attention to what the paper in her mouth was, and was more curious about the chairs in front of him:

"Hey, let's not say that this chair is really comfortable to lie on, but it's not convenient for reviewing memorials."

(End of this chapter)