Incubating The Black Dragon Clone, I Was Ying Zheng Sims

"Hai'er... actually inherited my throne?"

Ying Zheng looked at the options in the system interface in disbelief.

Before that, after learning that someone was plotting to usurp the throne after his death, he had thought about any possibility.

Possibly the second child inherits the throne.

It may also be that Daqin Jiangshan changed his surname and changed hands.

Even the whole world is in chaos again.

But the only thing I never thought was that the throne would fall to the youngest who couldn't get it sixteen times in the bottom row!

"Ding, the system prompts that the simulated target has too much influence on the national movement and cannot be simulated for the time being."

"Hail's can't be simulated?"

Ying Zheng frowned.

Some can't figure out why Hu Hai, who usually doesn't do much, has so much involvement with Daqin Guoyun.

Could it be that... After he succeeded to the throne, many changes occurred in Daqin?

Since the system is still being updated, the simulation can only be performed tomorrow, and Ying Zheng is ready to sleep after turning off the system.

However, once some thoughts arise, they take root in the mind and linger.

After tossing and turning all night, Ying Zheng couldn't fall asleep until the sky brightened.

Ying Zheng didn't sleep well here, but Zhao Tuo slept soundly.

Taking advantage of the darkness last night, the Black Dragon clone returned to Wangyi Palace.

Zhao Tuo took a closer look.

After a wave of national luck and two beliefs, the size and length of the Black Dragon clone had doubled when it was maximized.

However, when the volume was reduced, except that the dragon scales became more dense, there was no change from the original.

Get up early in the morning.

Zhao Tuo had just cooked a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and before he could knock on the oily salted duck eggs, the door of Wangyi Palace was pushed open.

Don't even think about it, it must be Meng Yi's guy who followed the smell.

"Master, did the old man come in time today?"

"Just in time... Remember to bring the meal money for the day when you come next time."

"Look, son, you're out now."

Seeing that Meng Yi served himself a bowl of porridge, and learned Zhao Tuo's method to open a salted duck egg.

A chopstick stabbed in, and the golden oil gushed out, glowing with a crystal luster in the morning light, making people move their index fingers.

"Suck yo..."

A hot porridge to disperse the coldness of late winter.

Paired with a mouthful of savory and dense salted duck eggs.

Maybe this is happiness...

"Young master, your good things are really different every day, and you can make a lot of money in everything. What are you doing today?"

Zhao Tuo introduced while drinking the porridge: "This one in the porridge is a pine egg, which is made of duck eggs that are marinated with salt, tea, and plant ash."

"The one in your hand is a salted duck egg, which is also a pickled product of duck eggs, but the method is different from that of Songhua eggs."

Meng Yi nodded while eating: "Master, you learned these things from the folk?"

"Um……"

Zhao Tuo dealt with Meng Yi casually.

Folks are definitely folks.

It's just the folks two thousand years later.

"belch……"

Meng Yi, who was full of food and drink, sighed and rubbed his stomach while walking around the Wangyi Palace to digest food.

He said rudely, but he didn't mean to correct it at all.

After a few days of getting along, Wangyi Palace almost became his second home.

No way, everyone else is paying attention.

I hope Yi Palace is different.

From morning to night, just the two of them.

In addition, Zhao Tuo is an informal, free and uninhibited character.

So this has become the most relaxing place for Meng Yi to stay.

"Master, what are you going to do with such a big piece of cloth?"

Seeing that Zhao Tuo took out a roll of fabric with a length and width of about ten feet from the bed, Meng Yi was a little puzzled.

Zhao Tuo didn't care about that. He spread out the cloth and took off his shoes. He held a pen in one hand and a plate with paint in the other.

Went to the cloth and closed his eyes slightly.

Immediately, the memory of the previous life is like an 8k picture scroll, which is very solidly presented in my mind.

"Swish..."

The fuel-stained pen swung wildly on Nuoda's cloth.

Although Zhao Tuo has never learned to draw, he can still draw one-to-one.

After a while, the earthy yellow earth, the green grassland trees, and the blue river leaped above the cloth.

Dark ravines and hills, sharp ridges and folds, and complicated counties and cities.

The terrain is so detailed that even a small soil slope is distinguished by different shades of color.

"Sir, is this a map?"

"if not."

Zhao Tuo glanced at Meng Yi angrily, thinking that it was so obvious, is it not a map or a tiger?

The brush quickly fell and lifted, drawing mountains and rivers.

The advantage of this large scroll is that.

Even if you don't have any brushwork skills, just use color to fill and distinguish, the effect will be very good when viewed from a distance.

As for the disadvantage... it is the cost of paint.

But this is obviously nothing to Zhao Tuo, who has a big business.

The morning passed, and the map of Sanzhang was drawn and dried.

Meng Yi couldn't wait to roll it up and prepare to take it to Ying Zheng's palace.

As a result, Zhao Tuo stopped him before he even went out.

"I said, Mr. Meng, do you want to stay at the father's side for dinner when you went there at this time? If so, don't take me with you."

"Forehead……"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yi closed the palace gate again and retreated.

When it comes to eating, it is still good to eat in Wangyi Palace.

After a brief tidying up, the two of them worked their way up to lunch.

Zhao Tuo prepares and cooks, and Meng Yi starts.

If other people in the palace bump into this, prepare to stare.

Meng Yi, the imperial censor, one of the dignified three Dukes of Qin, was actually preparing food for a young master?

Who will believe this?

But the fact is, whether they believe it or not, Meng Yi didn't complain.

Said he came to Wangyi Palace to teach Zhao Tuo.

As a result, Zhao Tuo couldn't teach him, but he still learned a truth in Wangyi Palace.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

For a meal, the two of them ate oily mouths and round stomachs.

There was a whole stall of millet rice, and I was stunned to eat it all.

It wasn't until Xiao Shi that Zhao Tuo rolled up the map and came to Ying Zheng's palace with Meng Yi.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ying Zheng and another old but unusually burly old man chatting happily.

"Tuo'er, come here quickly."

As soon as he saw Zhao Tuo, Ying Zheng's old face immediately became a chrysanthemum.

Ever since he learned that Zhao Tuo is the protector of the dragon vein, the color of love in his eyes is even more than before.

Ying Zheng beckoned Zhao Tuo to his side and asked with a smile, "Tuo'er, do you know who this is in front of you?"

Zhao Tuo looked at the old man in front of him.

The beard is rough but not messy, and although he is old, his eyes are still striking.

Hmm...the eyebrows are somewhat similar to Wang Ben.

And Ying Zhengdu can be so respected.

With the exception of Wang Jian, who is known as the God of War and opened up half of Daqin, I am afraid that there is no other person in Daqin.

"Zhao Tuo, I met Marquis Wu Cheng."

"Hahahaha! Good boy!" Even though he was old, Wang Jian's laughter was still full of energy.

A boy, I am afraid that no one in Daqin would dare to call Ying Zheng's son like that.

Wang Jian slapped Zhao Tuo on the shoulder.

The firm touch made him nod his head in satisfaction.

"I just heard that Your Majesty said that your body has recovered, and it seems to be true now."

"Well... this body is not only good, I'm afraid my grandson is not as good as yours."

"Wu Cheng waited for the award."

"The old man is never without a purpose... um, what is this in your hand? It's colorful."

Hearing Wang Jian mention it, Zhao Tuo just remembered the business.

"Father, this is the map I said yesterday, and I drew it this morning."

With that said, Zhao Tuo spread out the map with the help of Meng Yi...

However, before Ying Zheng could understand anything, Wang Jian's old eyes were already rounded.

"This...this turned out to be..."

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