Those years when I made five scumbags cry

A mosquito hummed, and two flies buzzed.

The three-year-old boss raised his eyelids.

In the teahouse, a few tables and stools were piled high, and a young man with a jade face was sitting on it, his line of sight was almost at the same level as the guests on the second floor.

Holding a fan in his hand, he was taking the position of the storyteller, sitting on this temporary table with great strength and telling a story: "In the fifth year of Dashang 370, the double star came to the world, and it happened to fall here Wang Fengdi—"

There were people coming and going outside, the peddler shouted loudly, it was very lively, but the teahouse was very quiet, only his voice could be heard.

"That night, purple air came from the east over Yuncheng, and red clouds filled the sky, reflecting the entire east as if it were daylight."

The tea guests all held their breath, and stopped picking peanuts in their hands, they just looked up at him.

I saw the young man sitting at the top, closing the fan in his hand with a swish, then leaned forward slightly, looked around at the tea drinkers who were listening engrossed, and said, "Just listen to the tea in Zhuque Alley. There were two loud cries, and guess what?"

Everyone applauded and said, "What's the matter?"

Holding the four table legs underneath, the four servants who were afraid that the people above would fall said in unison: "Hey, our little son was born that night!"

After the boys finished speaking, a few servant girls stood by and said unwillingly: "There is also Miss!"

The head of the servant said, "OK, OK, there's Miss."

Miss Xindao is not here, only the young master is here, so why not take the time to show off in front of the young master!

Thinking this way, he lowered his head to look at a young gentleman in brocade clothes sitting surrounded by these pretty maids, looked at his delicate and cute little face like a little girl, and said flatteringly: "My lord, you little ones just now Did you say it well?"

This little boy looked to be at most three years old, with short feet that could not reach the ground, and the little boots on his feet were not stained by dust.

He also held a fan in his hand, which was the same style as the juvenile playing tricks above, but the size was a lot smaller.

He closed the fan on his hand in an old-fashioned way, reached out and knocked on the boy's forehead, and said in a childish voice: "General."

It didn't set off the atmosphere, nor did it show the grandeur of the double star descending into the world. It was obviously the same line, but the effect was far worse than that of his family's former servants.

The boy covered his forehead with one hand and supported the table with the other: "Yes, yes, yes."

The little golden boy carved in powder and jade moved left and right on the chair twice, then moved himself down, and his two little boots stood on the ground.

The maid next to him hastily straightened his wrinkled clothes, and heard him raise his head and call the excited young man above him: "Uncle——"

The boy bowed his head: "???"

The little guy at the bottom shook his fan and said, "I won't play anymore, I'm going back."

As soon as the words fell, the four servants holding the table legs came back behind him in a flash.

Young man: "..."

The servant and the servant girl walked out of the teahouse together behind the little golden boy, leaving the young boy dumbfounded on the height.

A group of people walked out of the door, only to hear the young man's voice from above, and said frantically: "Heng'er——Hua Heng! You took everyone away, how am I going to get down?!"

I don't know, how to play how to love.

Everyone sighed, to be so domineering at the age of three, he really deserves to be the young master of Washington who was born with the stars.

It was none other than the guy who took the servant and the maid into the street, and completely left the uncle behind. It was Chu Yun, who was sucked by the beam of light in the center of the formation, and found himself reincarnated after a while of dizziness. No.

It's been 19 years of hard work, and I went back to before liberation overnight.

When the double star came into the world more than 300 years ago, he got involved again.

This time, his surname is Hua, and his single name is Yiheng. He still has a younger sister who shares the same face with the same mother.

The name Huaheng has a pitifully low presence in the history of the Great Shang Dynasty, probably because it was once popular when I was a child, I was able to compose poems at the age of three, and I shot tigers to death at the age of seven, and then there was no more.

But his younger sister is different, her name is like a thunderbolt.

She is the most beautiful man in the world who will fascinate the world in the future. After Di Yan died, he became the king of Fengdu and still miss her. After more than 300 years, he still wants to create an illusion to keep her shadow——Hua Xiao.

The pocket version of the boss shook his fan with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Seeing the fierceness of the sun, the maid behind her quickly put up an umbrella to cover his head.

But the little girl is only three years old now, and Di Yan, the No. 1 general in the future and the most beautiful man in the world, is only a year or two older than her, and he can't even lift his silver dragon gun. I don't know when to wait.

Since I was inexplicably sucked into the Great Shang Dynasty more than 300 years ago by the broken mirror, the system wristbands developed around have been silent again.

And the white-robed old man in the beam of light did not appear again.

He lowered his head and tapped on the bracelet that concealed its shape during time travel. I don't know why it would lose its power after passing through this broken mirror once. Could it be a leakage?

The little boss thought, could it be that he came back here because he wanted to start with the childhood version of Di Yan and get his guilt value?

This is not impossible, it is much easier to get the guilt of a child than an adult.

Maybe as long as two people meet and fight, and then let him scratch his face by mistake, he will be able to make him feel guilty for the rest of his life.

However, he was afraid that the system would say "the guilt value is too low to activate the energy field" again, which made him do useless work.

Chu Yunfei thought all the way, and returned to Washington with his short legs. The four maids and four servants behind him followed him step by step.

There are four more attendants behind him than the Lord of Tianshan, which is really pompous.

As soon as he got home, the servant girl took off his outer clothes and put on light clothes for him to wear at home.

Compared with the later Great Qi Dynasty, the style of the Great Shang Dynasty is much more extravagant, especially for those aristocratic families living in the fiefdoms of the princes, who do not do production at all and only need to live a life of comfort and enjoyment.

The three-year-old boss shook his head, and said to the maid who was about to reach out to tie his clothes, "Okay, I'll do it myself."

With such corruption and such a big class gap, it's no wonder it's going to end.

After tying up his belt and putting on his shoes, Chu Yunfei got off the bed and went out to the residence of his mother, Mrs. Hua.

Along the way, there are carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions, terraces and pavilions, and the fragrance of birds and flowers is very pleasant.

In the beginning, he changed from the first disciple of Kunlun to Hua Zhongyong, from a monk who could fly with a sword to a nursing baby with no spiritual power. Chu Yunfei was anxious about this situation.

Especially in this time and space, apart from Di Yan, who is destined to fall in love with Hua Xiao, and who has given her all his affection, who is almost as difficult to capture as the son of luck when he first came in, Chu Yunfei has no existence at all. other options.

But after worrying for a while, he figured it out.

It doesn't matter if you can't go back, the big deal is that Qiuxian Wendao will pay homage to Kunlun again, and it will be the same if he strives to live for more than 300 years.

After all, Hua Heng looks exactly like his sister Hua Xiao, and Hua Xiao looks exactly like Shang Yun.

That is to say, if Hua Heng can live to be 19 years old, he will look the same as Shang Ning more than 300 years later, and there will be no problems.

After Chu Yunfei figured out this joint, he relaxed and began to enjoy the last prosperity and tranquility of this dynasty in this world more than 300 years ago.

This is the first time he has memories of growing up with his younger sister. Although he knows that Hua Xiao is not the Shang Yun who was more than 300 years later, they really look exactly the same.

He walked through the corridor, came to Mrs. Hua's yard, and entered the mother's room in this life.

Mrs. Hua is learning to read with her daughter.

She is completely different from Mrs. Shang.Mrs. Shang studied under Yao Chi, so she has the detachment and grandeur of a disciple of a big school, but Mrs. Hua is an ordinary person.

Mrs. Hua's appearance is as beautiful as her two children, and she loves gorgeous dresses and jewelry, so she looks radiant all the time.

But what she has in common with Mrs. Shang is that she loves her children very much.

Mrs. Hua was a well-known talented woman before she got married. After giving birth to a pair of children, she pushed all kinds of parties she loved, and devoted herself to teaching her precious son and daughter to read and enlighten them.

"Okay, let's stop here today." Mrs. Hua took her daughter to read today's few words, closed the manuscript, and then signaled the maid to put the book back on the shelf.

She looked at her daughter's delicate and lovely face, touched her hair, and smiled on her face, but she was actually a little worried.

For ordinary children, Hua Xiao's word recognition speed is already very good, but she has an older brother for comparison.

Hua Heng began to speak at the age of one, and at the age of two he showed the ability of photographic memory. When he was taught to read, he could memorize it after reading it once. They all praised him unceasingly, and he had the name of child prodigy early on.

Under the halo of his brother, Hua Xiao looked very bleak.

But it's a good thing, Madam Hua thought, it's a good thing that she gave birth to a boy and a girl, not two boys.

Otherwise, being oppressed by the elder brother, the younger brother will definitely live in the shadow for the rest of his life, with flesh on the palms and backs of his hands, that is too pitiful.

She was caressing her daughter's little face and wandering in the sky, when she suddenly heard her daughter call out "brother" in surprise, and when she came back to her senses, she saw her son walking in from the door, standing in the room and bowing to herself politely, Called: "Mother."

Then, under Hua Xiao's desperate waving, he kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the Arhat bed, and sat on the same side as his sister.

Hua Xiao hugged his brother's arm, and asked childishly, "My uncle took my brother out early in the morning, where did you go to play?"

Chu Yunfei looked at the childish version of Shang Yun's face in front of him, and it was really difficult to distinguish the younger sister in this life from the younger sister in 300 years. He completely understood why Di Yan thought that Hua Xiao, who had lost his soul, was back at first. .

Mrs. Hua saw her son staring at his sister for a while, and then replied in the same childlike voice: "I didn't go anywhere, I went to the teahouse."

She smiled and asked her son: "Does Heng'er think the teahouse is boring? I came back so early."

The three-year-old boss looked at her and said, "It's boring." After a pause, he said, "Actually, the weather is so good, why don't you go for an outing."

As soon as he heard the word "outing", Hua Xiao's eyes lit up.

Mrs. Hua thought about it, this season is really suitable for going out for an outing, maybe you can meet those ladies outside the city, and you can play a couple of cards loosely.

Seeing her daughter looking at her earnestly, she laughed and said, "Okay, I'll go talk to your father about going for an outing."

The author has something to say: Hua Zhongyong is a stalker, the story in "Injury Zhongyong" does not mean that the boss this time called Zhongyong hahahahahahaha.

I just forgot to mention that the first sentence at the beginning is also a stalk, although it looks like the style of "Huan Zhu Ge Ge", but this is "A Dream of Red Mansions".