Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

The enemy is broken, and the plotter dies.

Even if the cunning rabbit is only 12 years old, the prince cannot let him go.

The cunning rabbit doesn't feel that he can be killed at any time.

The prince had just left that day, and he set up a plausible chess game on the table, and then he went directly with the system and left in the dark.

Who likes to stay here, the south is not the north, the north is not the north, it happens to be in the middle, and it can freeze to death in winter.

Is it because his Tangcheng is not fragrant or is it that Cuicui's food is not delicious?

While the prince was planning, Zhong Huan hugged the system cat directly, warmed his hands with the black cat's belly, and bought a carriage and a person who could send him to the pond with the treasures that the emperor had rewarded him with. The coachman in the city, leave as soon as you say.

Unexpectedly, at the halfway point, when the coachman saw Zhong Huan, either taking out glistening silver or shining gold, his heart fluttered again and again.

This big week has become chaotic, and the life of ordinary people is even more miserable. Winter is not another season, and once something goes wrong, they will freeze to death and starve to death.

The coachman didn't mean to kill Zhong Huan and take the money, he just raised a price.

It's a pity that the price is ten times the original price.

Originally, because Zhong Huan left in a hurry, he left overnight, so he had already paid several times the usual fare, but now it was increased ten times, and the price was very expensive.

Zhong Huan didn't agree, so he started arguing with the coachman in the wilderness.

Theoretically, it is impossible for a ten-year-old weak and unarmed boy to beat a traveling coachman, but the reality is that the sick and weak boy pinned the coachman to the ground while coughing, and even took a moment to spare. He wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, then bent down, and said to the driver, "If so, will the price be increased?"

Not to mention the long price, the driver took a chance and ran away.

In the end, Zhong Huan could only sit on the carriage and look at the horse with a terrified face. At this time, his position happened to be in the middle of the straight line distance from Tangcheng to the capital.

Asking is very fucked, the system can act as a navigation, and can communicate with the horse by the way.

It's just that on this cold winter's day, he went to the small southern town to go to Zhong Huan, but he never thought that when a boy in his teens was lying flat in the carriage, even if the curtains were blown by the wind, passers-by would not be able to see anyone.

But the horses were still able to move forward despite no one chasing them. This scene later left some legends of ghost carriages in the rivers and lakes, which is also interesting.

When I finally arrived at Tangcheng, it was already half a month later. Compared with the speed of his carriage, Tangcheng had already forced the eldest prince to the palace at this time in the capital. The emperor died, and the eldest prince called the prince to be seriously injured. We all know.

No matter what era, gossip must spread the fastest.

Zhong Huan felt a lot of emotion in his heart, compared to the snowy capital city, the temperature in Tangcheng was not too high, but he didn't need a few long gowns to wrap around his body, and he also prepared fur collars and so on.

Zhong Huan took off the snow fox fur collar around his neck that the prince had rewarded him since he fell ill for the first time.

If he hadn't run fast, maybe the imperial forest army he controlled would have become the real murderer of him, although the possibility is non-existent.

Travelers just want to play, there is no reason to overturn themselves, let alone it is not the end yet.

The sun in the sky was warm, and although the faces of passers-by were somewhat serious, they were still not as good as the wind and rain in the capital.

Even the shop owner who had met Zhong Huan a few times, showed a surprised expression when he saw him, and hurriedly greeted him, "Didn't Ah Huan ask a nobleman from the capital to pick him up a few days ago?"

Everyone in Tangcheng knew that Cuicui had no husband, only this child.

The luxurious carriage in front of Cuicui's house earlier attracted the attention of many people in this small town. Everyone just wondered if it was Zhong Huan's biological father who came looking for something. He kept silent all the time, and everyone felt that it was boring to talk about it. They just thought that Zhong Huan was simply picked up by a nobleman in the capital, and didn't think about anything else.

Back then, the original owner was thrown into the mass grave in the capital. It was only after Zhong Huan came that the system sent the baby to the mass grave in this small town, and then met Cuicui's.

Thinking about all this, Zhong Huan suddenly had a headache and said to the owner of the wonton shop who took the initiative to greet him, "Of course it's the nobleman in Beijing who doesn't like my little Tianji."

The people on the street laughed, and they only took it as a joke about Tianjizi. Few people in the capital knew about Tianjizi, but the title of Tianjizi in the Jianghu usually appeared on old men with white beards. of.

"But it's good to come back. I see that people who have fled to the city now will more or less talk about the cold in the north. Although our Tangcheng is small, it is the most suitable place to live."

"Uncle said so."

"I haven't seen Cui Cui for a while," Zhong Huan changed the subject, "I won't say much today, and I'll come to Uncle's shop to try Uncle's wontons someday."

"Then you have to remember."

After the two parted, Zhong Huan's headache wasn't the conversation with the enthusiastic owner of the Chaos shop, but the fact that he didn't know how to explain the series of things he had done in the capital to Cui Cui and Ji Xicheng.

Indeed, if he stays in the capital all the time, and even takes Cui Cui over in the future, this problem can be avoided.

But since he came back, in the eyes of his family, it is natural that he suffered outside.

After suffering, how could the family members not ask what happened? Even if they couldn't avenge their own cubs, they could still scold the bad guys with their own cubs.

Zhong Huan soon arrived at the door of Cuicui's house, and the question of whether to knock or not had already stumped him.

To go up or not to go up, that is the question.

Responding to other people's feelings is more difficult than you think.

Although it is very easy to accept other people's feelings.

Zhong Huan struggled for a while, the system couldn't stand it, "Just think about it, you haven't met and talked with Cui Cui for a long time, and now you come back suddenly, naturally you don't need to talk about those messy things, just try her The smell of cooking, as long as you smell the aroma of her body, as long as you feel the fragrance of the plants and trees in your small courtyard, and the smell of the flowers and plants sent by Ji Xiaozi, I don't think you will feel close to home Got an idea."

Zhong Huan felt that the system was right.

At last he knocked on the door.

Until a female voice came from the small courtyard saying, "Come——"

After a while, Zhong Huan heard the sound of the bolt being pulled open at the back of the door.

The front door was not locked, it was usually just bolted. When Cui Cui went out, she always walked through the back door.

Because Zhong Huan was always focused on how to explain to Cui Cui, what happened to him, he never thought about her at all, whether it was possible that he was not at home at all.

Now when he saw the woman in front of him looking at him, his body stiffened all of a sudden, but instead he showed a smile, [-]% self-deprecating, [-]% happy.

"Cui Cui, I'm back."

The woman's face has not changed much compared to a few months ago, time has not left any obvious marks on her body, but the face looks more sad than before, but after seeing The moment Zhong Huan arrived, all the sorrows disappeared, only joy remained, and even a teardrop hung from the corner of his eyes.

In the end, Zhong Huan was directly embraced by the woman. Zhong Huan, who realized for the first time that his 12-year-old height was about the same height as a woman, responded to the hug.

It seems that everything is silent.

When the two let go, what they faced was not an embarrassing situation where they could not communicate, but a black cat that was almost smothered to death.

The system firmly sent an emoticon package: vertical middle finger.jpg

When you warm my hands, call me baby, so cute.When I see Cui Cui, I become careless and don't need my head.

Be human, please!

Cui Cui also felt the sense of grievance from this black cat without any variegation, and hugged the black cat out of Zhong Huan's arms with a smile on her face. water.

And silently withdrew the emoticon package.

Then they entered the small courtyard together, Cui Cui only paid attention to Zhong Huan's body, checked his appearance from left to right, and finally said that she would cook some meals and came back, and then put the system cat back into Zhong Huan's place arms.

It’s not just Zhong Huan who doesn’t know how to communicate. For Cui Cui, it means that the child can fly when he grows up, but as a mother, she can only stay where she is, unable to keep up with her pace, so she won’t speak easily. Because once you open your mouth, you may have to face the situation of discord. For details of this performance, you can refer to Ji Xicheng and Ji Yuanwai next door.

The latter is still hoping that the former will finally have an official position, while the former is now directly in bloom.

It's not a brothel, but a small building with countless flowers and rare plants.

Selling some tea on weekdays seems to make no money in this small town. In fact, the role of this teahouse has never been known.

Until Zhong Huan was still petting the cat, thinking about when Cui Cui would come back from cooking, Ji Xicheng had already arrived at the small courtyard.

The small building full of flowers is not what Ji Yuanwai said: my son is a prodigal, rare plants are piled up inside, and the tea sold is expensive, how could anyone buy it? Don't worry about losing money to you!

The purpose of that small building is not to make money, but to have it in an important city.

Ji Xicheng's Hualou contributed a lot to the fact that news from the capital could reach Tangcheng so quickly.

Ji Xicheng likes to serve flowers and plants, but he also inherited his father's businessman blood.

Therefore, although everyone looks like they are in their teens, they are by no means ordinary children.

The crown prince was afraid that he would be able to completely sit on the throne and become the new emperor before the beginning of spring, and Ji Xicheng, of course, dared to use his father's accumulated connections over the years to open this flower building into a small family.

Although he has been scolded by his father as a prodigal, in fact he has saved a lot of money.

Those aristocratic children love arty the most.

This was the goal they had set before they reached twelve o'clock.

Now.

Ji Xicheng sneered, "If you don't tell me your future plans, I'll just tell Aunt Cui that you have been assassinated many times in the capital."

Zhong Huan: Oh no.