All the worlds of me and you in quick time travel

"Lord Yun, this servant is going to inform His Majesty, you wait here for a while." The father-in-law in dark blue bowed his head, smiled kindly, and said to the young man in black court clothes.

The man cupped his hands in return, "Please trouble Eunuch Chen."

"It doesn't matter, Master Yun is polite." He turned and entered the hall.

This is the Jianing Dynasty, the Zhou family was in power, and the reigning emperor Feng, named Zhaokang.

Gentle and joyful, comforting and comforting the people, being rich and teaching them, uniting the people in peace and happiness without worrying about the four directions, having no restrictions on origin and circulation, having a good harvest, and being diligent in civil affairs, this is called health.

The appearance is respectful and beautiful, the virtue is worthy of labor, the sage is well-known, the ability to work modestly, the sage is in harmony, there is no disaster and sin, there is a good appearance, and the behavior is respectful and beautiful, this is called Zhao.

Known as King Zhou Jing'an in history, he reigned for 11 years and was named Huizheng.

"Hey, I heard that the No. [-] Scholar this time is very young. He is a handsome and handsome man. He won three prizes in a row and was appointed as the No. [-] Scholar by His Majesty!"

"What's the matter? No matter how powerful, he is just a literary champion, a weak chicken, and a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken. How can it compare to our young master Nizhi, a real martial arts champion. The Ming family can be regarded as a successor! I like it That kind!"

"That's right, the second son of the Ming family is romantic and affectionate, I don't believe that the literary champion can compare to our son Nizhi!"

"Tsk, why does Fengliu say that you stay at home all day and are ignorant? You still don't believe me! That scholar of literature is one or two points more handsome than Nizhi! Although he is a scholar, but standing there, he is even more handsome than Nizhi." He’s still a little taller! He’s eight feet tall, so he’s definitely not built! If a person like that could be good at literature and martial arts, where would Mr. Nizhi cry? Besides, everyone in the aristocratic circle knew that Mr. Nizhi was killed by him. I was forced to study so hard that I couldn’t read it, so I managed to get a martial arts champion, if someone else robbed me, wouldn’t Mr. Ming die of anger?”

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's right, but, I guess, if this Mr. Ni Zhi wins the champion of martial arts, he will lose half of his beard in anger!"

"Who said it wasn't? There was a martial arts champion in the family of a great writer, but fortunately the eldest son of the Ming family sued him, otherwise, he would have been beaten hard!"

"Hehehe, that's not it! Hehe"

'Snapped'!

Chicken feathers were flying, and dust was flying on the table, which could be seen clearly in the sunlight.

"Stinky boy! Stop!" The old prime minister waved a feather duster in his hand, his mustache was trembling, his sleeves were rolled up high, he didn't have the slightest majesty above the court, and even his crown was loose. A few strands of white hair spilled out.

"Father, Daddy, Daddy! I was wrong, I dare not, please calm down, calm down!" Ming Jin stood on the roof, lay down and looked down, clasping his hands together, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Hey, brat, come down!" The old prime minister put one hand on his hips, and lit Ming Jin with a feather duster in the other, panting, "You've got a lot of skills! Tell me, where did you learn the three-legged cat?" Kung fu! If you don’t read the books of sages and sages, you will be back with swords and swords, and you will be there for anyone who is missing in fights and troubles. Are you looking at my old arms and legs, and I can’t control you anymore? How dare you let me go this time Wu Kao, tell me, is it because I know that Daofang can’t lift the knife, or are you out of control?! Ah? Come down for me!”

"Here, Dad, you. You are too unreasonable. Anyway, I'm going to embarrass you too!" Ming Jin patted the tile, not understanding, feeling wronged, not paying attention to his body, and slipped a bit , hurriedly grabbed the eaves, still in shock.

The old prime minister raised his hand, and seeing Ming Jin lying there, he blew his beard and stared, "Come down quickly! Is the roof where you lie down? If you crush me, you will pay for it! Brat, come down!" "

Ming Jin chuckled, "Father, I'm fine."

The old prime minister choked, "Smiley face, come down for me, and see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Ming Jin smiled wryly, "Don't, don't, Dad, you don't know how strong your hand is. My brother's big guy who beats people in the courtroom is not as good as you. How many feather dusters have you broken? Look, the housekeeper sees you now Touching a feather duster gives you a pained expression, you can change it to another one, don't use this one!"

The old prime minister was so angry that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he shouted, "Li Fu, build me a ladder!"

Ming Jin panicked, "Don't, don't, don't!" Looking up to the door, Ming Jin's eyes lit up, "Hey, Daddy, the little prince is here! Please restrain yourself!"

"Heh, you want to lie to me? Let me tell you, Ming Jin, let alone the young man today, even if His Majesty came down, you wouldn't be able to escape this beating! If it weren't for you, the young man, who is so good, would have been beaten by you." It’s broken! If he comes, I’ll scold him along with him! Li Fu, where’s my ladder!”

"Father, I really didn't lie to you! Besides, that's the little father-in-law! Don't be bald!" Ming Jin reminded in a low voice.

The old prime minister raised his beard, "Huh, don't say it's the young man, even if it's the little man's brother, I'll still scold him for doing something wrong! Don't use the little man as a shield, your work is not over yet!"

"Chonghua's nature is just like that, you just see how nice he is, but it's all just pretending!" Ming Jin straightened up and refuted the old prime minister.

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"Hmph, you know the truth, and you speak ill of me again? Don't slander me in front of the old prime minister." Chonghua walked in slowly with a folding fan in his hand, "Oh, prime minister, what about family law? It's not the time."

The old prime minister cupped his hands, and the feather duster just stood upright in front of his face. After a moment of embarrassment, he immediately handed the feather duster to Li Fu who was beside him, and then cupped his hands again, "Ah, my grandpa Wanan, I made my grandpa laugh."

"Where is it, the prime minister is being polite." Chonghua smiled back.

The prime minister straightened his clothes, "I don't know what the little prince is doing here?"

Chonghua tapped his head with a fan, "Oh, I forgot. I cut off Eunuch Chen's work and came here to pick up Nizhi into the palace. Your Excellency, look..."

The prime minister glared at Ming Jin who was on the roof, "Aren't you coming down yet?!"

Ming Jin followed Chonghua all the way out before patting his chest, and put his hands on Chonghua's shoulders, "Brother, thank you, if it weren't for you, I would have been lying on the roof for a whole day today. You fake Passing the imperial decree is getting more and more slippery, hey, where do I go to play?"

Chonghua raised his eyebrows, put down Mingjin's hand, and pushed Mingjin far away with his fan, "Don't talk nonsense, who made a false imperial decree, I'm telling the truth, follow me into the palace, Wu Zhuangyuan ?”

Ming Jin was a little dazed, "Damn it, isn't it, brother, don't scare me."

Chonghua, who was walking in front, turned around again, "Who scared you?"

"I'm going, Chonghua, don't! I'm afraid!" Ming Jin followed, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chonghua, "We have been playing together since we were young, you can't trick me! Isn't Wu Zhuangyuan a fake? "

Chonghua tapped Mingjin, "Who says it's fake? The imperial list has been posted, and you're still lying to yourself? It's you, no problem!" Then he pointed to Mingjin and looked around, there was no one around, " Also, I'm just a brother, here you have to remember, be cautious in your words and actions, ah, otherwise, watch your head! Click! Let's go!"

"No, what's the matter?!" Ming Jin stretched out his hand, "Chonghua, my lord, wait for me! I'm a road idiot! My lord~"

Chonghua waved his hand, "Hurry up and follow!"

The closer you get to the Zichen Palace, the more nervous you become. Ming Jin yells at Chong Hua, "You can't abandon me. If I'm really sent to the frontier, you have to intercede for me!"

Chonghua pulled Ming Jin's hand helplessly, "Brother, who told you that the champion of martial arts is going to be sent to the frontier? To be sent to the frontier is exile, and it is the punishment of the guilty, okay? You don't study, you have some common sense anyway. Bar?"

"This, isn't this what you told me?" Ming Jin had a 'deceitful' accusation expression on his face.

Chonghua opened his eyes wide, smiled helplessly, with a look of 'you are kidding me', and put his hands on his hips, "When did I say that?"

"Eight years old! When I first saw you!" Ming Jin gestured to the word "eight" and put it on his chin.

Chonghua was speechless, and waved his hand, "Okay, as long as you are happy, ah. Hurry up, don't make my brother wait in a hurry. Eight years old? Who remembers, cut."

When I came to the entrance of the main hall, I saw a man in court clothes, Chonghua let out an ah, and clapped his fan, "Oh (one tone), I just said I forgot something!"

Ming Jin sized up the person in court uniform, then turned his head, "What did you forget?"

"Your court clothes, you are now the number one scholar. How can you not wear court clothes when you meet the Holy Majesty? Where are your clothes?"

"Clothes?" Ming Jin scratched his head, "I don't know, it seems, I haven't seen it before. Hmm, I didn't pay attention."

"Okay, okay, okay! I know you can't count on it!" Chonghua pulled Mingjin, "That's it, let the Ministry of Internal Affairs send you another one when the time comes, hurry up now!"

Chen Pingan had been waiting at the gate of the hall for a long time, and nodded in his heart when he saw Wen Zhuangyuan, who was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and did not ask too many questions.As soon as I looked up, I saw Chonghua dragging Mingjin to run here in a hurry, and rushed to meet him, "Oh, my little ancestor, you are here, the Holy One is waiting impatiently! Blame it, old slave But I can't bear it!"

Chonghua pushed Ming Jin towards Chen Ping'an, "What's the rush? Don't just die at will. If you don't know, you think my brother is a tyrant who likes to kill. It's misleading."

"Ouch." Chen Pingan twitched himself, "Look at my mouth, I have no one to tell the truth. It's just nonsense. Don't take it to heart, little grandpa."

"Okay, I'm just joking. I won't take it seriously. Eunuch Chen is a celebrity around the emperor. He understands it better than me. Didn't you say that the emperor is in a hurry? Why don't you take him in? "Chonghua raised his chin, motioning for Zichen Palace.

Chen Ping glanced inside, "Young master doesn't know something, just now, the grand master played, no, just went in, and hasn't come out yet."

"Oh~, it's the grand master again." Chonghua nodded, expressing that he understood, turned his head to look at the person in court clothes, raised his eyebrows, "Who is this?"

The man cupped his hands, "Grassman Yunzhu."

Chonghua raised his eyelids, "Yun, Jin, it turned out to be the No. [-] champion in Lianzhong Sanyuan, but I don't know which cloud and which Jin?"