Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

Years later, Zhong Huan still gave Ji Xicheng a peach tree, but no one knows whether the tree will bloom in winter. Ji Xicheng looked at the little sapling, dumbfounded.

"Now it's whether you are playing with me or not, I don't know."

"Then wait until winter comes again this year, and go with me to enjoy the flowers and drink under the peach blossom tree, and you will know if it will work or not."

"It's fine to drink, even if Aunt Cui won't clean me up, my father will never let me take you to drink." Ji Xicheng said helplessly, "But I will remember what you said. Let's enjoy the flowers together next winter. You have to remember it."

The prince raised his head from among the pile of books, and said very strongly, "And me, I will come next year too!"

Zhong Huan rolled his eyes, "You learn what you need to learn first, and then do what you need to do."

Now the prince is still in the preliminary learning stage, and after returning to Beijing, he wants to start making changes, and implement a series of new policies. It is really troublesome. Zhong Huan does not mind occasionally communicating with him for a few tricks, but everything The premise is also that he is about to fall into [-], ah, no, the only day that the emperor of the Great Zhou Kingdom can rest in a year is to worship the ancestors.

Moreover, it was the day of the official worship, and even if he stayed in an unknown palace on other days, he still had to deal with endless memorials.

For the prince, [-] in modern society may really be a blessing.

However, since I went back, I have implemented a series of policies in pain and happiness, but the process has been slightly smoother than he imagined.

The minister of the court himself stood in his position. Nowadays, even if the prince succeeds to the throne, it is nothing to talk about. After all, the family is orthodox, and it is natural for the minister to inherit the throne. There is no reason for the minister to ask for rewards from the emperor. .

Simply because the prince and Zhong Huan had patiently communicated about the issue of people's hearts chasing profit, the current speculation about people's hearts is a little clearer.

Zhong Huan would occasionally teach him how to make clear arrangements for the court ministers.

It's just that Zhou Xu took the initiative to explain, "I need a historian to come to me and record every action I do. Is there any lover who is willing to recommend himself?"

It's not just that he wants to be famous forever. Seriously speaking, Zhou Xu clearly knows that without Zhong Huan, he would not be able to sit on the throne so easily and stably. What he wants to record is what is unknown in history. those who contribute to the country.

In this era, it is not possible to send all the contributions brought by the policy measures to Zhong Huan, otherwise it is easy to make people think that the current emperor may be a puppet, but this information can be passed on to future generations. People come to comment.

Zhou Xu didn't want to take the credit of Zhong Huan forever, but Zhong Huan didn't know about this behavior.

Soon some historians recommended themselves.

Zhou Xuri also took it with him after that.

When each policy is implemented, the historian will be informed of how the policy is achieved, what positive impacts it may have, and if there will be obstacles in the process of implementation, the reasons for those who blocked them to choose to block them, and so on. He asked the historian to record.

Knowing that the historian couldn't hold it anymore after carrying it for seven days, he took the initiative to kneel in front of Zhou Xu, and said with snot and tears, "Your Majesty, I really can't do it!"

The crown prince saw that his hand holding the brush was shaking, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he sent another letter, asking Zhong Huan if there was anything convenient for recording words.

I got the recommendation of a charcoal pen. To be honest, the silver charcoal burned in the palace and the things that ordinary people can use to record words are not the same thing at all.

When the prince first saw it, the prince was somewhat novel, but later he found that the things recorded by the charcoal pen were not easy to preserve, so he sent a letter here to ask Zhong Huan, but he pointed his nose and scolded him, "Don't forget that you are The emperor, not me!"

"Whether it's for your own needs or policies for the country and the people, you can ask me for advice, but you can't wait for me to come to everything," Zhou Xu said when he saw it. When he came out, Ah Huan really deserved to be called by Ji Xicheng once as extremely indifferent to human affairs.

Look at him. On weekdays, he would go to bed early in the morning before dawn, and then he would be busy until the days when the chickens and dogs are sleeping peacefully. Now Zhou Xu often asks the imperial doctor to come and see him. One is to pay attention to his body, and the other is to pay attention to him. That set of hair, I am afraid that one day I will suddenly strip it.

Continuing to read the letter, Zhou Xu saw a more practical method of making pens and inks, and immediately called people to implement this method.

While thinking that Ah Huan is really a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, he opened the second letter, and then turned his head to be stunned by the various flower petals printed on the letter paper.

The petals have been dried one by one, and they look lifelike, and even have a floral fragrance. Some of the flowers only appear in special environments, that is to say, when he is busy in the palace. , Zhong Huan estimated that he and Ji Xicheng were traveling around the world.

This comparison... really deserves to be called the person who loves to do nothing about human affairs.

Zhou Xu was so angry that he turned [-] into a blessing for all the ministers on the spot.

Hugh shit.

Later, I contacted Zhong Huan again and asked him to provide suitable and convenient bathing methods. The ancient bamboo faucets, shower nozzles and so on were all produced one by one.

Hugh Mu's original intention was to provide ministers with a day to take a bath, but now that they think about going home, they can take a bath, and they also provide a special time for shit.

One by one, work hard for me!

And the historian next to him faithfully used his pen and eyes to record all this in his heart, in his memory, and in books.

Even if the state of Great Zhou is getting better and better, it seems to everyone that Zhou Xu brought it, but only the historian knows that all this was brought together by the crown prince and his friends.

Those people who should be buried in history were faithfully recorded by historians with their own paper and pen. Not only that, but Zhou Xu also set up a special department to collect those provided, which will make this country more and more prosperous. Good advice, or the name and information of the person who made something useful is recorded in the book.Even now, these great people may not look like that, but in the future Zhou Xu firmly believes that those people will live forever, and he will become one of them, even the first name on the first page.

A year passed in a flash, and when they returned to that small city in winter, the prince and Ji Xicheng both saw the peach blossom tree that Zhong Huan gave to Ji Xicheng last year and planted in his yard, and it was really in this cold winter day. open up.

The falling petals made the three immature people feel a little dazed.

Zhong Huan was admiring that the peach blossom tree grew more lush than he imagined, only the system that stayed in the system space wanted to complain: using spiritual power to make fertilizer or something, the boss is the real one Cowhide.

The three of them were sitting under the tree drinking tea, Zhong Huan looked at a piece of peach blossom petals fluttering gently in the wind, and finally fell into his teacup, and said, "I will never choose to deceive you at any time."

The man under the tree picked up the teacup with one hand, his face was still pale, the same as in the past, and it will be the same in the future.

In winter, each one is wrapped into a ball, even if the frozen people are shivering, they still see the pink flowers that are lighter than plum blossoms, but warmer than plum blossoms.

This winter flower appreciation was later called after Zhou Xu returned to the capital and invited a lot of painters to describe it for a long time before it was re-enacted.

The person in the painting is holding a teacup with peach petals falling, and the snow fox fur collar on the neck makes it look more immature. The person who seems to be watching the tea and also looking at the world is facing the side. The two friends laughed lightly. The painter's superb painting skills give people a feeling of being on the scene, as if all the pictures are in front of them.

The person in the painting also seems to be telling everyone who watches the painting, "There is nothing impossible about peach blossoms in winter."

Later, when Cui Cui got older, her life may have been lonely and full of hardships, but since she met Zhong Huan, she has always had a home.

And this small family has always been composed of two people, no new members have been added, and no one has ever been reduced.

Even if Cui Cui is already old, even if she is born, aged, sick and died naturally.

Finally, on the small courtyard, Zhong Huan wrote two words in his clear and elegant handwriting.

Afterwards, Zhong Huan's health gradually deteriorated, and his congenital deficiencies, even if he forced himself to stay in this world, he would only live to be in his thirties. The two friends were unwilling to accept that he was about to leave, but they also knew that fate was like this , cannot be forced.

It was rare for Zhong Huan to die in front of others in this way, and he felt a sense of novelty. When he saw the expressions of weeping on the faces of those two people, he didn't know how to appease him. farewell.

So I can only paraphrase the chicken soup for the soul I don't know where I saw it before, "As long as you still have me in your memory, then I will never die."

"It's nothing but insignificant bodies that die."

Zhong Huan originally wanted to continue talking, but the system was already notifying him, 【I'm about to leave, if I don't follow the heavenly path of this world, I'll have to jump my feet. 】

Since Zhong Huan came, the fate of this world has been turned upside down.

Unlike the world formed by novels, the rules can be regulated. For Tiandao, changing the rules in this complete world is like letting people from [-] to [-] suddenly start working overtime.

It will be very tiring.

But as long as Zhong Huan leaves, this mode will be turned off.

At this moment, Tiandao wished he could set off fireworks to celebrate Yu Zhonghuan's final death.

Zhong Huan didn't finish what he originally wanted to say.

Finally, he smiled lightly at the two of them and closed his eyes.

The eyes of the two friends were also red, but finally Zhou Xu said, "I thought, if the death of the body is just the death of the body, and if others still have memories of this person, Ah Huan might be able to live forever."

Even though there are not many people who know him now, Zhou Xu knows that Zhong Huan's reputation will spread all over the world in the future. Of course, this also includes Ji Xicheng who has provided countless financial supports for Da Zhou.

In the future, even if their bodies and ashes are gone, time will only stop under the peach blossom tree in winter.