I'm Not Crazy [Quick Transmigration]

The Qin family has been in decline for three generations, and the last house of the ancestors was also sold by the gambler grandfather to pay off the debt.

Qin Zhiyuan didn't have those memories, because he was born in a shabby room in a side alley, his father was a poor teacher, and his mother did odd jobs to supplement the family income.When he was young, his health was extremely poor, and he often lay on the couch in a state of illness, reading some old books by himself to pass the time.

Until one day, my mother found a charlatan, muttered a bunch of mantras, pressed a yellow talisman on his forehead, shook the copper bell in his hand strangely, and said some nonsense.

The sorcerer said that he was a monster who had attracted the yang energy of boys, and he had to disguise himself as a girl to survive.Then he tied a pair of small copper bells to his wrists, saying that it was to dispel disasters and ward off evil spirits.

Strange to say, he did start to feel better after that.

——Although she wears a pink flower skirt and a delicate bell every day.

The neighbors in the neighborhood all called him Little Bell, but gradually, everyone seemed to have forgotten that his name was Qin Zhiyuan, the quiet and far-reaching Zhiyuan.It wasn't until his parents died of illness that his father took his hand and told him to revitalize the Qin family with tears in his eyes. Only then did he know that his father hoped that he could accumulate a lot and make a difference.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister!"

Qin Zhiyuan raised his head and saw Emperor Rui sitting in front of him, holding a portrait and looking at him expectantly.

"what?"

Emperor Rui leaned over and repeated, "I said, I like the young lady of Xuanwuhou's family and want to marry her, what do you think, Prime Minister?"

Qin Zhiyuan looked down at Chen Jinlan's small portrait, and was taken aback for a moment, but she looked like an old friend.After a moment of helplessness, he said: "Your Majesty, this is the fourth time you have mentioned this matter. Marriage matters must be discussed by the Ministry of Etiquette. Moreover, this Miss Chen is a concubine..."

"I just like her. The prime minister must find a way to accommodate her."

"..." Could it be that their Dajin family all have capricious bloodlines? If they set their sights on one, they will not let go. The same is true for that person. A living person leaves the capital, but what he returns is a jar of ashes that cannot be distinguished.

What is so good about the Chen family? Every emperor is like being under a curse, and he can't break free even if he tries.

Qin Zhiyuan stood up and suddenly asked, "What day is today?"

Emperor Rui said: "September [-]th." Seeing him walking out, he asked again, "Is the prime minister going? Didn't you say you won't go last year?"

"Really?" Qin Zhiyuan paused, then turned around, "Then let's not go..."

Emperor Rui put away the portrait, and didn't believe any word he said.

Sure enough, when night fell, Qin Zhiyuan left the mansion again with a jug of wine.

When he was young, he worked very hard, and he was especially interested in medical skills. He read through the simple medical books at home, but felt that they were not enough, so he secretly went to the pharmacy in the town to see doctors for diagnosis.

Until his father's death, Qin Zhiyuan's dream was to be a doctor, to help the world, save the dying and heal the wounded.

So when he was fascinated by the newly acquired medical book and was robbed of his purse by a beggar on the side of the road, he jumped in a hurry, but he couldn't beat it.It was Jin Yuqing, a young man who sneaked out of the palace, who fell from the sky and helped him get back his things.Knowing that his impoverished mother was ill again, she readily gave him a jade pendant in exchange for the money for the medicine.

Qin Zhiyuan yearned for the vigor and vigor of the young man.

Out of shame, Qin Zhiyuan told the other party that his name was Xiao Ling Dang - a little girl in a pink dress, Jing Ding Dang.

He couldn't imagine that if he had told Jin Yuqing directly that his name was Qin Zhiyuan and that he was a real man, things would be different afterwards.

Qin Zhiyuan sprinkled a pinch of new wine in front of the stele, and said disgustedly, "I want to talk to him, but I have to come to your grave, what an enemy."

The inscriptions on the stele by Dingguo Gong Chen Yi are more profound under the bright moon.

"Forget it, it's the same as I told you." Qin Zhiyuan sat down in front of the stele, drank a cup, and sighed, "Chen Yi, tell me how much blessing your old Chen family has accumulated, what you want, what you ask for?"

"Your sister married Ruyi Langjun and went to the outside of the Great Wall; Chen Chi has now inherited the title and commanded the Xuanwu Army; the emperor wants to marry your younger sister. If you are so smart, why not see that I have helped you so many times For the sake of it, also bless my name to stay in history, forever?"

After waiting for a while, there was no sound in front of the tomb, only the weeds that were ten feet high swayed.

Qin Zhiyuan smiled, stood up and patted the dirt on his body.

He knows what he wants and doesn't need to beg anyone.In terms of power, status, and money, he is the prime minister, the assistant minister, and the emperor's teacher. Apart from the ninety-five-year-old, no one in the court can speak more weight than him.

He said that day that the first place in life is "the powerful", and it is the sincerity of the country.

But Chen Yi lives and dies only for one person.

At that time, Qin Zhiyuan already knew that sooner or later he would lose this contest with Chen Yi, and the remaining persistence was nothing but a desperate struggle.Jin Yuqing's Zen position just cut off his last bit of luck.

As for childhood memories...

I'm afraid that no one in the world will remember Little Bell anymore.

Qin Zhiyuan picked up the jug, gulped down the spicy wine, wiped his sleeves, and walked towards the city.On the tenth day of September, in the fifth year of Shengyuan, it has been six years since the great general of Dingguo returned triumphantly after defeating Nanfeng, and Emperor Pingning died of a sudden hidden illness.

In six years, thinking of the two monarchs and ministers who stirred up a bloody storm, apart from the word "old friend", I couldn't find a more suitable word to describe it.

Back in the city, the sky was already dark, and the city gate closed.After walking for a short distance, the smell of alcohol gradually rose up. He took a few deep breaths, and simply sat under a tree to relieve the alcohol.

It was an osmanthus tree, but the strong fragrance of osmanthus at the top of the branches aggravated his sense of intoxication, and he felt groggy and very tired.

He dreamed of the streets of the old city more than ten years ago, with bluestone slabs, small fork roads, stone bridges with gurgling water, and energetic and lively young people.

I also dreamed of a pink flower skirt, a lotus flower jade pendant, and a back figure that drifted away and could no longer be recalled.

I dreamed of the double bells on my wrist, jingling, jingling, and finally one day, they disappeared.

Suddenly, there seemed to be ringing bells in my ears, constantly disturbing people's dreams.

Qin Zhiyuan opened his eyes, his wrists were as empty as usual.He looked up along the source of the sound, and saw a person leaning on the opposite tree trunk, with one leg dangling in the air, shaking his hand, the bell rang.

He didn't look much, and turned to leave here.

But the man jumped down suddenly, and when he got closer, he realized that the man's brown hair was slightly curled at the end, his eyes were bigger and deeper, and a strange machete inlaid with red and sapphire was pinned to his waist.

A foreigner, Qin Zhiyuan thought.

He approached, squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Zhiyuan carefully, before opening his mouth after a while: "Little Bell?"

Qin Zhiyuan retorted subconsciously: "...I'm not"

The other party seemed to recognize him, and said with a smile, "I finally found you, and I will repay your life-saving grace."

"..."

He called it true.

Maybe it was a foreign name, maybe it was a name from the Central Plains, Qin Zhiyuan didn't bother to care about it, and the other party never explained.The single word "true" in Gu Gu Duo has been called for many years.

Qin Zhiyuan can't remember when he saved him, just like when Jin Yuqing said he couldn't remember Little Bell, how could he remember them all when he met so many people in his life? , or great compassion and hatred.

Others have all turned into dust in the passage of time.

And after a few years, the kindness and joy left by Jin Yuqing is nothing but bewilderment.

When Qin Zhiyuan came back from the banquet in the palace, he saw the man leaning on the tree branch in the mansion, he couldn't help looking up at him, and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Go?" The man shook the flagon in his hand, looked down at the prime minister, "Didn't I come to repay your kindness, and I won't leave."

The prime minister folded his arms and snorted, "Aside from eating my food and using my flowers, what else have you done?"

"How can you be so vulgar."

"If you return the silver taels that you stayed overnight for three days, I will not be vulgar."

"Don't, you're still vulgar!"

The prime minister snorted and didn't want to talk to him.The man jumped down from the top, followed him into the house with a smile, then handed over the pot of wine sealed with red silk, and asked, "I'll bring you wine. Today is the tenth day of September, have you forgotten?"

"No." Qin Zhiyuan rubbed his eyebrows, "I just don't want to go again."

"Oh." The man picked up the red silk from the unsealed pot as he spoke, and flipped open the teacup. The aroma of the clear wine slowly poured down from the altar, "On the tenth day of September, in Pingling County, you and I have a favor. This is your Central Plains Is it destiny that people say?"

Zhen said again: "I came to repay your kindness, but you hang on to others. If you can't get it, I can't get it either. What should I do?"

"Huh?" Qin Zhiyuan was puzzled.

He lowered his head and glanced at the teacup filled with wine, blinding the porcelain color he specially selected. No matter how old this foreigner is, his taste is always the same.But he still picked it up and sniffed it at the end of his nose, there was an exotic and strange fragrance.

"Why don't we each take a step back and work together?"

The prime minister choked on himself with a sip of wine, and turned to look at him like a madman.

The lunatic turned around and wiped the wine stains from his mouth with his hand. There was a unique smell of spices on his body, which was integrated with the smell of wine.Qin Zhiyuan avoided it expressionlessly, and he backed away embarrassingly.

Qin Zhiyuan said: "If you talk nonsense again, you will also pay back the meal money!"

The man shrugged his shoulders and started to drink.

After a long while, I asked: "I bought a restaurant and it will open in two days. Are you coming?"

"...Wine shop? Do you want to settle here?"

Zhen smiled, stroking the gem on the waist knife, glanced at him casually, and thought, "At least before the prime minister retires and returns home, I will save enough money to travel around Zhongzhou, and I will buy a car that is not inferior to the prime minister's mansion." BMW sweet car."

Qin Zhiyuan finished drinking the nondescript wine, set his glass, and got up.

"Then save it! I will resign when you have saved up to ten thousand taels of silver and ten boxes of gold."

The real finger rested on the most transparent ruby ​​on the handle of the knife, and the thin and tall figure of the other party walked away step by step. He raised the corners of his lips and poured himself another glass. The sparkling moon.

Empty house, alone shadow.

After a long time, he replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

The author has something to say:

The prime minister thought about it for a long time, and changed it for a long time, because he was very popular, so he had to be cautious again and again.

For the Prime Minister, I would like to say:

You said that you want to bring the original owner back to fulfill the prime minister's HE. I think you guys forgot the first thing, that is, even though you had a glimpse when you were young, the original owner is indeed a lustful and stupid king when he grows up. Dividing the virtuous and the sycophant led to chaos in the court, and the Great Jin Dynasty was in jeopardy.Because of this, Qin Zhiyuan had no chance to play in the original world, and Chen Yi was also forced to raise the flag to rebel.

Let the original owner come back, the prime minister may not have a good time.

In addition, for Qin Zhiyuan, Jin Yuqing not only has the kindness of appreciation, but also the kindness and trustworthiness of others. This is absolutely impossible for the original owner, but this happens to be the most important thing in Qin Zhiyuan's life. One important thing is also the reason why he decided to be loyal to Da Jin.As for the relationship between the original owner and the prime minister, this was probably beyond Jin Yuqing's expectation.

Finally, it's omnipotent time.