"With the Qin cavalry here, the world will surely be incorporated into China's territory."
"The Xiongnu, the Western Qiang, the Western Regions, and even other countries in the world...will all submit to the Great Qin Empire in the future!"
"Our Great Qin will prosper forever!"
"Oh, the language of the barbarians, why should I learn it?"
Although Ying Zheng was sitting and not wearing the king's crown, he still exuded unstoppable majesty and dominance, and his handsome brows were filled with great ambitions.
Although the low voice was calm, one could still hear strong confidence and extraordinary courage.
There is a sense of arrogance and pride in it, as if "there is no one like me in the world who can hold the sun and the moon and pick the stars."
Even though Ying Zheng was too young and did not have the maturity and composure of Qin Shi Huang, his great talent and foresight were innate and did not need to be polished by time.
He was born to be a supreme ruler who looked down upon the world.
"Well! China's territory will continue to expand, and the black flag of the Great Qin Empire will be planted in every territory of the world..."
"A Zheng will also be an emperor who will be unprecedented and unrivaled."
Chu Yuening raised her little face and looked at the handsome man in admiration, her beautiful eyes sparkling with stars.
Her eyebrows relaxed unconsciously, the sadness and grief in them were swept away, and were filled with the heroic spirit and courage to look down on everything.
Yes, the trajectory of history has long since deviated and is heading towards a brand new future. The regrets and pains of future generations of China will never be repeated.
The great China will surely stand at the top of the world.
When Chu Yuening thought of the scene thousands of years later, when China unified the world and everyone spoke Chinese, she couldn't help but chuckle, and the pride in her eyes and eyebrows was hard to conceal.
Ying Zheng calmed down his surging emotions, and the ambition in his phoenix eyes quietly subsided.
It's like sharpening a sword for ten years, hiding the tip in the sheath, waiting for the day when the sword is unsheathed and strikes the target with one strike.
He looked down at his young wife's bright smile, and her unreserved trust and support made his heart tremble.
Like the first warm breeze of spring, or the first crystal snowflake of winter melting, it was silent and yet always gave him the motivation to move forward.
"Yue Ning will be the mother of the Great Qin Kingdom standing shoulder to shoulder with me."
"Yeah~"
Chu Yuening replied with a smile.
Then she stood up and gave the man a tender kiss between his eyebrows. There seemed to be a pool of spring water in her clear eyes, with a gentleness that moistened everything silently.
Whether it is the bright road of glory or the thorny path full of hardships, she will walk side by side with A Zheng.
Time flies by, and the stars change in a blink of an eye. Daqin has welcomed the last month of summer.
The scorching sun in the blue sky grew hotter and hotter, and the noisy chirping of cicadas echoed throughout the lush green academy, but the students in blue had no mood to complain.
Because the county examination is approaching, they are fully immersed in the sea of books and have no time to care about other trivial matters.
What's more, even when they go to the cafeteria to get food, they hold a book in their hands.
In the scorching summer, Xianyang fell into a long silence, with only the chirping of cicadas playing cheerful music.
In the side hall of Qinian Palace.
Ying Zhao, who had always been lively and cheerful, was now lying sick in bed.
The fair little face was covered with an abnormal blush, and the soft hair was soaked with sweat and hung limply on the head.
"Zhao Zhao, be good and drink this medicine."
"No...no, Father, it's so bitter...Zhao Zhao's tongue hurts, if I drink any more my tongue will break..."
Ying Zheng sat beside the bed, holding a bowl of black Chinese medicine, looking down helplessly at the little boy with a face full of resistance, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.
The kid has always been in good health. According to the imperial physician, he is stronger than the average adult.
Later, Yue Ning also told him about the Seven-Colored Glazed Fruit, so he relaxed his control over the little boy a lot.
Unexpectedly, after playing with cars in the Imperial Garden for half a day today, I suddenly got heatstroke.
They were really scared by the poor little appearance at that time, but fortunately after the imperial physician diagnosed it, he found that it was not serious.
Chu Yuening stared at the drowsy cub, but finally couldn't bear it anymore. Her frosty face softened, and she coldly called out the little parrot that was aiding and abetting the evil.
"System, change the pill for treating heatstroke. I want the best quality."
“Yes, yes, yes!”
"...Host, it's ready. Here you go..."
The system that had done something wrong didn't dare to breathe. It hung on the bed curtain tremblingly, curled up into a ball, trying to cover its tracks.
However, when the host's voice, as cold as ice, sounded, he did not dare to shirk his responsibility anymore. He nodded and bowed as he exchanged for the summer heat pill and handed it over.
Even the merit points were taken from his own small treasury.
Chu Yuening took the porcelain bottle, opened it, poured out a snow-white pill, and gently put it into the baby's mouth. She suppressed the anger in her heart and softened her voice to coax him.
"Be good, baby. Eat a candy pill. It's sweet and you won't feel uncomfortable after eating it."
"Hmm...good...well...it's really sweet~"
"Wow...Mother, I'm sorry...Zhao Zhao was wrong..."
Ying Zhao swallowed the sugar pill, and instantly a cool feeling rushed to his forehead. The feeling of heat and dizziness gradually dissipated, and his consciousness recovered a little.
He opened his big, wet eyes and looked at his parents, whose faces were filled with worry. The guilt in his heart almost overwhelmed him. It was all his fault for being too playful...
The apologetic little Dumpling stretched out his little hand, grabbed his mother's sleeve and sobbed to apologize, with traces of crystal tears on his chubby little face.
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