Daqin: I Want to Be a Powerful Minister, but the First Emperor Actually Passed The Throne to Me

Chapter 388



Chapter 387 We Meet His Royal Highness! (Subscribe)

“Our village can exist, and all of us can have today. Who does it depend on? Does it depend on His Majesty? To be honest, His Majesty is indeed heroic! But compared to our common people, His Royal Highness is better for us!”

“When I meet such a prince, it is heaven to burn high incense! It is also a blessing for our people in Daqin! Even if I die, I will go out and greet His Royal Highness in person!”

After the old man finished speaking, his skin that was already wretched suddenly seemed to have vitality, and his face suddenly became rosy.

It’s like a red maple leaf under the sun.

The other villagers were all excitedly running towards the outside of the village at this moment.

“Great! I can finally see His Royal Highness today, do you know? I have wanted to see His Royal Highness countless times, but unfortunately, I have not seen it! Now this old man can finally see His Royal Highness, even if No regrets to die!”

“I haven’t seen His Royal Highness in this life, and I feel very regretful when I come to the King of Hell! Hurry up! Everyone, run quickly for me.

“His Royal Highness has come from a long way, we must prepare gifts for His Royal Highness, take out all the most valuable things in your family, and we will present them to His Royal Highness together!

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Similar voices came one after another, and all the people seemed to have discovered a gold mine at the moment, and everyone was very excited.

Not long after, Zhao Yu was surrounded by these fanatical villagers.

Even if Zhao Yu wanted to slip away suddenly, it was completely impossible at this moment.

All around were these villagers with red eyes, as if they had discovered a mine.

There was a strong light in their eyes, and they were also full of liquid, and suddenly, all the people knelt down to Zhao Yu collectively.

“His Royal Highness, we will greet His Royal Highness!”

“Get up, you all get up.” Looking at these fanatical villagers, Zhao Yu was both moved and a little scared.

These villagers are so excited about themselves, of course they can be happy, but the villagers are too excited.

Zhao Yu could clearly see that those old men in wheelchairs, who were about to be buried in their 70s or 80s, even dropped their wheelchairs and knelt in front of him.

This made Zhao Yu feel a little surprised and a little scared.

At Zhao Yu’s strong request, these villagers finally all stood up.

But even after standing up, they still held up the gift in their hands and thanked Zhao Yu more than ever.

Some were rural women, who wore red jackets and looked at Zhao Yu earnestly.

Some are middle-aged strong men, with a few big girls of their own.

Looking at the posture, he was about to give the eldest daughter of Huanghua to Zhao Yu as a slave.

Among these old Qin people, such a sentence has long been circulated.

As long as someone who can become Zhao Yu, even if it is just a slave or even a dog, will be able to live without food and clothing, prosper, live a small life every day, and even (by Li Zhao) can compete with the emperor!

After all, in the Prince’s Mansion, you can see the Prince every day, and you can also eat the delicious food in the Prince’s Mansion every day.

These delicacies, but in different ways, will never be the same.

Every time there is meat, and occasionally seafood, it is simply the best in the world!

Therefore, these ordinary people also want to give their daughters to Zhao Yu so that they can serve Zhao Yu.

Before Zhao Yu could speak, the voices of the villagers had completely drowned out Zhao Yu.


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