Daqin: I was overheard by Zulong

Chapter 2 Heartfelt Overheard!
"My lord, what's the matter?" The eunuch was surprised to see His Majesty's strange behavior now, so he hurriedly asked.

On the one hand, the hidden guards who were in charge of secret protection, and several obvious guards also immediately raised their vigilance, and formed a formation, ready to kill at any time.

Ying Zheng's vigilant gaze was cast all over the place, looking at the faces of all the guards very seriously, and he couldn't stare so seriously, as if he wanted to see through their hearts.

The guards who can follow him here and protect him personally are all absolutely central and reliable. Ying Zheng still believes in this, and Ying Zheng is also sure that such disrespectful words will never be said by them of.

And there are only Mrs. Qiongzhi, an old woman and a girl here, and it can't be them, because the voice in Ying Zheng's mind seems to be a man's.

After Ying Zheng glanced at the guards around him, he fixed his eyes on his son Zhao Yi.

Except for these guards, that is Zhao Yi.

"Could it be that Zhao Yi is being disrespectful?"

Mrs. Qiongzhi saw that Ying Zheng was staring at Zhao Yi, and hurriedly explained: "Master, now Yi'er's illness has been cured, and she told me that she missed her father these days. When I heard you said you would come, I just Hurry up and come out with me to welcome you, saying that I want to see you for a while."

Mrs. Qiongzhi said, and gave Zhao Yi another look.

Zhao Yi had no choice but to lower his head and bow his body, and said solemnly: "My child has seen my father."

Seeing that Zhao Yi was so well-behaved, Ying Zheng couldn't have said such disrespectful words, so his face was not as gloomy and cold, so he nodded slightly.

Ying Zheng also felt that his behavior just now was too ridiculous. This is his own son. How could he say that he has done too many bad things and will be punished by God? This is absolutely impossible.

"Damn, why do you have to bow down and salute him again? What kind of virtue? My mother is going to exhaust my mother. Let this shameless person get out of here. I want to continue to sleep. The cakes made by my mother are too good It's delicious, I don't want to give it to this shameless old thing."

Just as Ying Zheng was about to enter the house, that voice came again in his mind.

Shameless old thing?
Mother?

Ying Zheng was very angry, and immediately understood that the voice in his head now belonged to his son Zhao Yi.

Because of the people here, only Zhao Yi's mother, Princess Qiongzhi, is here.

However, the voice in his head felt a little different from the actual voice, but Ying Zheng didn't know why.

[What does this old thing want to do?Are you angry?So what if he gets angry again, he can't kill me, he thinks he is the emperor. 】

【What are you doing looking at me like this again?Do you really want to mess with the young master's life? 】

【Damn it, a tiger's poison doesn't eat its son. This old thing is my own father. Could it be that he's going to kill his own son? 】

Zhao Yi is still so stupid that he hasn't realized it yet. All the words he scolded this cheap daddy in his heart have been clearly transmitted to the mind of the cheap daddy, His Majesty the First Emperor Qin Shihuang.

How angry Zhao Yi is now, how angry Brother Zheng is now.

Brother Zheng is now slowly gnashing his teeth, and his hands are clenched into fists, but he is still trying desperately to restrain himself.

Ying Zheng can now be sure and sure that the voice in his head now belongs to Zhao Yi's son.

Those words were from Zhao Yi's heart.

He could actually hear Zhao Yi's voice in his mind?

Is it so magical?
Ying Zheng really wanted to get angry and give Zhao Yi a good lesson, but he still didn't do it.

This is his own son.

Just like Zhao Yi himself said, tiger poison doesn't even eat its children.

Besides, the words in Zhao Yi's heart were only heard by him. If he wanted to punish Zhao Yi by relying on this, wouldn't he be suffering from a brain disorder?
How does this teach him?
In the eyes of others, isn't it just that he, the father, poured a basin of dirty water on his son who has just recovered from a serious illness?

So thinking of this, even if Ying Zheng was furious, he decided to put up with it now and said, "I'm a little tired, let's go, let's talk in the house."

With that said, Ying Zheng quickly walked into the room.

And Zhao Yi, who was following behind, began to complain crazily again, 【This old thing, what do you think you are?Come as soon as you come, and you have to go out to greet him early in the morning, who do you think you are? 】

[Young master is exhausted early in the morning, hurry up and go in, you'd better not do anything else after you go in! 】

These words in Zhao Yi's heart were transmitted verbatim to Brother Zheng's mind.

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth slightly, and his face was a little disfigured. This "old man" made him feel uncomfortable at all, and he felt very aggrieved.

He never imagined that he was still in his prime, at the height of his spring and autumn, so he was called an "old thing" by his son?

After entering the house, a breakfast around Brother Zheng began.

"Your Majesty, please try this. This is what my concubine heard that you are coming, so she cooked it carefully." Madam Qiongzhi said, and served Zheng Ge a bowl of hot millet porridge, which was thick and moderately thick. good.

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Mrs. Qiongzhi served Yingzheng attentively, and Yingzheng enjoyed it as a matter of course.

Zhao Yi was very depressed when he saw the scene in front of him, but he still ate from his own bowl.

Mrs. Qiongzhi saw that Zhao Yi was only caring about eating from her own bowl, and didn't talk to Ying Zheng at all. The father and son ignored each other and said, "Yi'er, why don't you read some poems to your father too? "

"Master, you don't know, our Yi'er is not only recovering from a serious illness, but also has made great progress in reading. Yesterday, I wrote a poem for me. The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes of the wandering son. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return later. Whoever says that the heart of the grass will be rewarded with three springs."

"But it touched me badly, our Yi'er, it's really good."

Ying Zheng also nodded in satisfaction, yes, yes, very good, very good, he likes this poem, it is not easy for the mother and son to live outside the palace all these years.

He also knows that even if this poem is taken to the Confucians who are studying now, it will definitely shock those sour Confucians.

He originally thought that Zhao Yi's illness would be cured, but he didn't expect Zhao Yi to have this kind of literary talent.

As expected of the species of my ancestral dragon, how could he be a descendant of the surname Ying, who is a fool?
Zhao Yi took a sip of porridge and said casually, "I didn't do it either, it's just that I saw my mother sewing clothes for me yesterday, and I suddenly felt something."

[The old man wants to see the young master compose poems?Let's make his spring and autumn dream!He is not worthy! 】

(End of this chapter)