Chapter 806: Side Story: Raiders of the First Emperor (Part 2)
Towards the end of the painting, Shu Ange bit his lower lip, a bright smile appeared in his eyes, added two moustache to Ying Zheng, and added two bright peony flowers to his purple-haired crown.
The delicate and blooming peony flowers contrasted sharply with Ying Zheng's serious face and two small beards.
Shu Ange looked at the painting and then at Ying Zheng, and couldn't help giggling.
She was laughing, Ying Zheng's expression suddenly changed, the posture of holding the child also became strange, and the tender yoyo came from the swaddling clothes.
Ying Zheng looked at the swaddling clothes in embarrassment, looked at Shu Ange and said: "Xiao Wuyi, he has become--"
Before Ying Zheng could finish speaking, Shu Ange laughed and gave him a sideways look: "Keep holding it, don't talk nonsense."
Yingzheng lowered his head and glanced at the deer in the swaddle, with a pair of watery eyes wide open.
The white and chubby child has turned into a fawn with a tiger's head and a big head, and the other person might be scared to let go. Ying Zheng's expression was calm as usual, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
The little deer struggled restlessly in the swaddle, and a pair of tender ears came out in a daze.
Shu Ange let out a sigh of relief, stared at the fat doll with a cinnabar mole on the center of his eyebrows, and then rubbed his wrists and said to Ying Zheng, "Take off the swaddling, it's too tight, the little guy is uncomfortable."
When Ying Zheng heard the words, he untied the swaddling clothes and placed it on the stone table beside him.
"Change the pose, I want to draw the baby again."
Since it is the child's one-year anniversary, only the image of the milk doll is always a bit lacking.
After Shu Ange took a serious look at Ying Zheng and the deer in his arms, he picked up the pen and hurriedly placed it on the Yinyin grass next to him, adding a cute and charming deer jumping and catching butterflies.
When she was painting, Ying Zheng kept staring at her, but the little deer didn't get any attention, so she screamed again.
Wuyi is still young and can't accurately control the power in his body. If he is not careful, he will turn from a baby to a baby deer.
Shu Ange and Ying Zheng have 110,000 love for their children, even if Xiao Wuyi always looks like a little milk deer, they will not dislike it.
But for ordinary palace people, seeing the little prince turn into a deer with his own eyes is too shocking.
This is also the reason why Shu Ange and Ying Zheng did not let other palace servants wait by the side until the little guy successfully controlled his transformation.
After successfully finishing the painting, Shu Ange let out a long sigh of relief, threw the brush away, and hooked his finger at Ying Zheng playfully: "Azheng, come and enjoy my masterpiece, isn't it very vivid?"
She looks complacent, not like a country after a country, but more like an innocent girl of twenty-eight.
Ying Zheng hugged the deer who was struggling in his arms and walked towards Shu Ange. When he saw the peony flowers on the easel and the mustache on his chin, he couldn't help laughing.
Xiao Wuyi was very happy, screaming, trying to rush in the direction of Shu Ange.
Shu Ange wiped his hands with the white silk, opened his arms, and nodded his chin at Ying Zheng: "Give it to me, child."
Ying Zheng lowered his body and carefully handed the little deer in his arms to Shu Ange. She held up the little deer and hummed a nursery rhyme, with a bright smile like a spring breeze blowing through a hundred flowers.
The one-year-old baby is supposed to have run all over the ground, but because Xiao Wuyi can't control his power, he often switches between the monster shape and the human shape, so the development of speech and walking is later than that of ordinary children.
Shu Ange and Ying Zheng are not in a hurry. Xiao Wuyi is by no means a stupid child. When he grows up, he may not be as good as the two of them, but he is definitely better than most people in this plane.
They were very relieved to hand Qin Guo over to Xiao Wuyi.
Under the leadership of Ying Wuyi, Daqin will surely be able to prosper and not die like in history.
At this moment, the innocent Xiao Wuyi still doesn't know that his parents have secretly planned the way to become emperor for him.
The plain is always true, the war is still going on, and the territory of Qin is constantly expanding.
At first, the local people were still in mourning for the loss of their country, crying in the dark, lest they be treated as cattle and sheep.
It was not until the Qin State treated the newly incorporated counties and counties equally, and the local people, except for the local officials and nobles of the previous counties and counties who had to move to the surrounding area of Xianyang, lived and farmed as usual, and they were relieved.
For the common people, war is a common occurrence, and they have seen many vassal states perish in their lives, but this time it was their turn.
As long as you can eat and drink enough, it makes no difference who is the king.
In a blink of an eye, Xiao Wuyi is three years old. He can finally control the demon power well, and he will not turn into a deer without any warning. The small appearance of pink and jade makes people love him. Anyone who sees him has a kind of pinching him. The urge to pout cheeks.
Unfortunately, except for Ying Zheng and Shu Ange, no one has this ability. The three-year-old Xiao Wuyi is really amazing, just like a miniature version of King Qin.
Xiao Wuyi is younger and more mature than his father, he likes to wear black clothes with red borders, a delicate and cute little face, and his black hair is wrapped into two small balls. The strong contrast is cute, let him see It looks cuter.
Both father and son are taciturn characters. In order to promote the relationship between father and son, Shu Ange waved his hand and decided to let King Qin take the children alone on weekdays, and let Xiao Wuyi have more children.
Criticizing memorials, marching and fighting Ying Zheng are all good at it, but he is really not good at bringing children, but Xiao Wuyi is younger and more mature than him.
After Ying Zheng and Xiao Wuyi stared at each other, they decided to take him for a walk in the garden.
When the palace servants saw King Qin from a distance, they all bowed down and saluted. When they saw the cute little prince of Bingxue, their eyes secretly filled with peach hearts.
The purpose of the walk was to chat, Ying Zheng walked for a while with his hands behind his back, and asked with a light cough, "Wuyi, how has your studies been recently?"
When the palace people kneeling by the roadside heard King Qin ask the three-year-old little prince how his studies were, their hearts were broken, and they silently accused King Qin of being too strict.
Wuyi didn't quite understand why his mother insisted that he go out for a walk with his father. He still had a lot of business to do, so he didn't have time to accompany his father.
"very good."
Wuyi replied two words, remembering that his mother was pulling his cheeks and telling him to be cute and not too rigid when talking to his father, he immediately squeezed a bright smile and continued: "Thank you father for your concern, my son recently I read very well, and the Book of Songs can be recited completely."
His Royal Highness, who is only three years old, has to read every day and recite the Book of Songs?
The palace people once again accused the king of Qin's sternness in their hearts.
Ying Zheng held Xiao Wuyi's soft little hand, looked down at him, and asked kindly, "Would you like a hug?"