I, Ying Zheng, Was Just About To Ascend The Throne, But I Was Broadcast Live By Sister Zhou

[Wang Fenyu rewarded the anchor with a rocket! 】

Wang Fenyu: "Anchor, Dr. Zhang is right, Ying Zheng is definitely not an emotional person."

Wang Fenyu: "His calmness is probably even scarier than we thought."

"When the two big brothers said that, I felt hairy all over."

"Oh my god, do you think Brother Zheng is lying to the old woman? Just want the old woman to follow him wholeheartedly?"

"Picture what? The picture of the old woman is greedy for food and sleep, and the picture of the old woman is not in awe?"

"Anyway, I'm a little scared, always feeling uneasy."

Miss Zhou shook her head.

How could Ying Zheng lie to her?

Such a handsome and domineering Emperor Shihuang!

Will lie to her?

impossible.

His eyes are drawn.

Sister Zhou looked straight at Ying Zheng.

The blood that Cheng Tu vomited had already been cleaned up.

At this time, Ying Zheng was at his desk correcting the memorial.

"Shuyi, come and study ink."

The boy looked up.

There are stars in the eyes.

Sister Zhou's heart beat faster.

What psychologist, historian?

Not as important as Ying Zheng.

He was like an addicted drug, after taking a sip, he couldn't leave it anymore.

When I watched Miss Zhou run over, blushing to study ink for Ying Zheng.

The people in the live broadcast room will understand.

"The old woman has completely fallen."

"It's hopeless, give up."

"The rescue failed!"

"No way, Zulong's charm is too great."

Sister Zhou twirled the ink stick.

Sneaking a sideways glance at Ying Zheng.

Amazing appearance, no matter how many times she sees it, it will hit her heart directly.

"Is there a flower on my face?"

Ying Zheng chuckled.

Sister Zhou blushed even more.

"Your Majesty was in Handan, how did you live?"

One emperor through the ages.

Ying Zheng.

When he was young, he was the son of a proton in Handan.

For half a life.

Who is not curious about what kind of life he lived.

It was dark.

Zhao Gao stepped forward to light the oil lamp.

In the dim light.

Ying Zheng chuckled, but kept writing.

"Why talk about the old things in the past?"

Sister Zhou wanted to ask again.

Zhao Gao pulled her sleeve.

A look stopped her words.

"Wow, little thief Zhao Gao, let go of the old woman!"

"Old woman, ask, how did Brother Zheng come back? I'm dying of curiosity!"

"There is no such record in the history books. If we can ask, our history books will be complete!!!"

There are many people pouring into the live broadcast room.

There are one or two sensible ones.

"Shut up, Daqin's rules are the most important. I guess Zulong was in a good mood last time, so he talked to her. This time, why don't you ask?"

"If Zhao Gao hadn't held her back, you would only see a dead old woman now!"

Zhao Gao also dragged Sister Zhou into a corner.

With a helpless look: "Miss Shuyi, you can't go beyond your duty! The king is in a bad mood today, and if you ask too many questions, you will lose your head!"

Been with Ying Zheng for three years.

Zhao Gao still understood his master.

Don't look down on weekdays, be gentle with others.

When it really kills someone, it takes an instant.

This lifeless girl.

I asked last time.

This time I still have to ask.

Sister Zhou shivered in fright.

"Your Majesty looks very gentle..."

"Did you follow the king for a long time, or did I follow for a long time?" Zhao Gao was also helpless, "In the future, listen and watch more, and you will be blessed. Don't lose your life because of talking too much!"

beat!

Eh, no use!

Sister Zhou noticed what Zhao Gao said, he had followed Ying Zheng for a long time.

He hurriedly asked again: "Eunuch Gao, how long have you been with the king?"

"Back then, when the king returned to Xianyang, he was appointed by the former king and given to the king. How many years do you think I have been with you?"

Zhao Gao rolled his eyes.

At this moment, Zhao Gao looked like a child of eleven or twelve years old.

Without eggs, it looks very delicate.

Talking is also high-pitched.

So much like a girl.

"Then can you tell me, what was it like when our king came back?"

Sister Zhou was dying of curiosity.

"And that Lord Chang'an, why do you say that he should be the king of Daqin?"

Zhao Gao's face turned pale.

Reminds me of the horror I saw back then.

For a while, I didn't know how to tell Sister Zhou.

"When the former king came back from Zhao, he engraved a spiritual tablet on the king in the royal ancestral hall!"

"At that time, it was widely spread in the palace that the late king's wife and children all died in Zhao State. At that time, the king of Qin comforted the late king for a long time. Later, the king raised Mr. Chengyu as his successor."

Zhao Gao sighed.

"There were a lot of things back then. Mr. Cheng Yu's mother wanted to let the former king make her queen, but she was flatly rejected."

"She also wanted the former king to make Mr. Chengyu the crown prince. Later, because Mr. Chengyu was incapable of writing and martial arts, this matter was shelved. The original king was planning to wait for Mr. Chengyu to grow up before talking about these things."

"Who would have thought that on that day, it would rain cats and dogs..."

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