Daqin: the Three-Year-Old Cute Little Zombie Just Wants to Lie Down

In the 16th year of the Qin Dynasty, a corner of the Lishan Mausoleum construction site collapsed. The civilians were so frightened that they lost their minds. Ying Zheng went to check in person and a huge boulder was moved away. Lying underneath was a three-year-old baby. White and tender, cold and icy, the short legs were stiff and straight, and he jumped out of the pit. His big round eyes blinked and he hugged Ying Zheng's calf. "Noise... Don't make noise... Tangtang, sleepy..." Ying Zheng: "..." Civil and military officials: "!!!" He threw it three times, and the little zombie jumped back three times. For the fourth time, Xiao Tuanzi pursed his lips in aggrieved manner, with tears in his big eyes, and he had a heart attack. From then on, there was a jumping little dumpling with three heads in Xianyang Palace. Li Sishangshu: This thing is ominous and should be driven away! The little zombie folded his instrument into a paper airplane, bit off a corner and ate it. Meng Tian training: Danger! Stay away! The little zombie raised his 100-pound bronze halberd with one hand and used it as a teething stick, chewing it until it was crunchy. Zhao Gao secretly planned: If he could use this thing... The little zombie kicked him into the palace wall with an expressionless face, turned around and continued to sleep. Fusu said in a warm voice: "Tangtang is good, eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake." The little zombie's eyes lit up, he jumped over and hugged his thigh, recognizing his brother on the spot. A certain First Emperor frowned every day: "Tangtang is too young and too soft. I have to protect her." The civil and military officials looked at the three-year-old zombie holding the cauldron with one hand and knocking down the palace wall with one kick, and fell into deep thought.