I opened my eyes, yawned a lot, sat up and looked around, and saw the stunning loli who was holding a pen at the front of the book. Under the natural willow-leaf black starry eyes, a delicate and charming nose, a pink and red lips with a soft smile before speaking, and a soft chin, it was like a beautiful picture of a lady. Unfortunately, this is a ** version of a lady.

With a great appearance and a friendly smile, such a beautiful little loli who is just twelve years old will become the queen of the Tang Empire in the future. It is incredible to think about it. Moreover, she is my real sister.

Well, at this moment, I was neither lying in the ward full of disinfectant smell, staring at the ceiling in a daze, nor was I with a sexy and slim nurse girl showing her slender and sexy black stockings, or a big and round waist, and a nurse and aunt who could hold a fat back and a fat stung my butt or arm with a needle, nor did I have modern conventional equipment such as TV, telephone, and computer.

Because, just three days ago, when I woke up, I found that I had ended my life in accepting new ideas and new ideas and appreciating the new era and new style in the 21st century, becoming a wisp of residual soul, swaying and swaying (well, this is just my own imagination and guess, in order to add a little artistic and fantasy feeling) came a little bit ahead of the Tang Dynasty that countless history lovers, archaeologists, and tomb robbers experts... well, the Sui Dynasty.

And it happened to be the Daye of the Great Sui Dynasty, which was more familiar than his father, in mid-March of the Great Sui Dynasty. Yang Guang, the second emperor of the famous Sui Dynasty, was in his prime and proud life. The Grand Canal had just been completed and opened for navigation less than a year. At the beginning of this spring, Yang Guang recruited a million combat troops to drive towards the Northeast region in a mighty manner, preparing to pacify the unjust country of Goguryeo.

My identity after traveling through time was really shocking. My surname was Changsun and his name was Wuji. The famous famous minister and prime minister in the early Tang Dynasty, the brother-in-law of Emperor Taizong of Tang, and the uncle of Ganggang. In the end, when the power was infuriated, he was punished by his good nephew, Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, and his treacherous woman Wu Zetian, and eventually ended up losing his post and dismissing himself.

The little loli, who had just turned twelve at the beginning of the month, was naturally my legitimate sister. In the future, Changsun Wugui, who was regarded as a "good partner" and "good assistant" by Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and was missed by Changsun Wugui.

Well, of course, these are all drizzling compared to my current experience. Just when I fell into the damn China Telecom construction site because I was chasing a beautiful female Chinese Post deliveryman that day, I opened my eyes again and found that the occasion I was in was so strange and weird, and I asked questions that any normal person would ask.

As a result, because my normal question was considered abnormal by people in this era, I was so scared that I forced me to pour two bowls of Chinese medicine that were as bitter as yellow lotus. It was even more physical and mentally traumatized than torture and confession.

Fortunately, I am an outstanding young cadre in the 21st century who has read countless excellent historical time-travel novels in the era of information explosion.

When I realized that I was already in another parallel historical space and space, I used a move, or the most common trick of every time traveler who traveled to the future or historical space and space: amnesia.

In fact, it is quite useful. I have fooled the ancients who lived in history and calmed down their questions. After all, we have lost our memory. It is normal for us to not remember the past. We also found a satisfactory explanation for my behavior that is slightly different from ordinary people during this period.

Then it took two days to finally understand the era I was in and my own identity, and of course, I also understood the environment I am currently in.

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At present, my sister and my mother live in the mansion of my uncle Gao Shilian. The reason for this situation has to start three years ago.

My father Changsun Sheng died of illness in Daye in the fifth year. After his death, Changsun Wuji's two half-brothers, Changsun Heng'an and Changsun Anye, were not good birds. Since his father passed away, he began to spend a lot of money and was quite disrespectful to Changsun Wuji's biological mother Gao.

The mother Gao's temper was a little weak and she gave in everywhere, which made the concubine Changsun Heng'an and Changsun Anye even more arrogant and domineering. After hearing the news, my old uncle Gao Shilian wanted to tell the emperor about the incident, but Gao's wife felt sorry for the two of them, and they did not want to make a statement, or they did not want to be sorry for the dead husband.

My uncle didn't want us mother and son to be angry and wronged, so he simply took us back to the mansion to live. In this way, at least we don't need to worry about our sister and nephew, and our nieces being bullied by two unfilial sons. We live here for three years.

When I heard this news, my heart was full of resentment. My mother was too kind. It would be strange if these two bastards were left in my hands and not shave them. Moreover, the family business was originally my legitimate son, so why should I give it to those two guys to spend time?

I, an ambitious time traveler who wants to show my amazing talents, can only huddle in my uncle's house and have a free meal.

Well, if it is a fantasy plane or a martial arts plane, the protagonist will definitely be shocked because of his miserable life experience or a miserable living environment, and then gain the favor of an old monster or grandfather who has lived for many years. Then, in the shortest time, he learned Qigong. Well, defective products like Qigong are really not suitable for appearing in such a scene.

You have to do some magical internal powers or magic that are even better than the Yijin Jing, and then the protagonist begins to break through the small universe, unlock the gene lock, and form an innate body, and nothing can hurt his body.

Then the protagonist starts a revenge or fight monsters, upgrade, grab treasures, and destroy the group. No matter if you cut over thirty or fifty people with one knife or chop off the civil and military ministers of that country, the protagonist can always escape from the heavens at the most critical moment, then fight monsters and upgrade to become a peerless genius, encounter gods and kill gods, catch Buddhas and kill Buddhas,

Then I started to turn my hands into clouds, turn my hands into rain, subvert my fate, turn the world, and win someone's chastity thousands of miles away? Uh, it's the head... (The 38,746 words are omitted here, otherwise the editor would give me a water pork award).... Well, in the end, I became XX who lived with the whole world and returned with beauty (I don't know that I should use the adjective of Shenma to describe and call this realm.)

Unfortunately, the plane I traveled through is a plane that is purely historical and pure human survival that does not allow any cheating skills. Not to mention killing people, even if they fight with people, they will be cleaned up by the mainland urban management or mainland police of this era and thrown into the prison and practice staring at the mouse.

Well, as a person from the future, as an excellent township cadre who has been in the fields, the people, the rural life, and township enterprises, factories and mines for many years, although he cannot be said to be proficient in physical education, he still has a very profound understanding and thorough understanding of the essential skills for traveling through history (Well... there is no practical experience).

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Well, now I have snatched my job, my house, my clothes, my... Anyway, two shameless and shameless bastards, it seems that it is quite difficult to clean up them and take back my property.

First of all, my mother is a problem. She doesn't want me to fight the two brothers in order to grab something that originally belonged to me, and it will make her feel deeply guilty and feel sorry for my father Changsun Sheng who died early.

Then, my uncle has always been a more upright person and a very tough personality. He is a gentleman who hates evil. He should be on my side, but the problem is that I suddenly jumped out and said this to him, so what should I do next?

After all, there is no way to get around my mother's side, so the most important thing is to make a long-term plan and convince her to agree to me to do it.

Well, but how to do it? This is a question worth pondering. After all, the Sui Dynasty also belonged to a legal society, not the kind of killing people as heroes. The more people killed, the more people in the world will be in awe of your fantasy plane.

Although we also have some killing skills and methods, such as if I was anxious, I had two barrels of gunpowder, the question is, if I made it, where would I send it? Where did the two brothers live? I don’t know where my father’s mansion is in Luoyang. If these two barrels of dangerous goods are sent to Zhijinwu’s yamen, I would not have to be directly treated as a manifestation of counter-revolutionary who is dissatisfied with the current social order and was arrested in prison to practice flea biting skills. If it is a little more serious, I will directly be taken to the execution ground and then cut it in half and then crossed again with grief.

Although I really want to have the domineering spirit of a pig's feet in the fantasy plane, in the historical plane, such a domineering spirit and rude methods are really unbearable.

Alas, as Changsun Wuji, I must admit that I will become extremely awesome in the future, but the problem is that the current situation is really not good, and it is a big problem.

In addition to the two guys Changsun Anye and Changsun Hengan, who looted everything that should belong to me, forcing us to live in our uncle's house, we at least knew from the history that existed in our minds that our sister Changsun Wugui would marry Li Shimin, the lolita, when she was thirteen years old. And the big backer of her brother and sister, that is, her uncle Gao Shilian, would be punished by Emperor Yang of Sui to Jiaozhi, who is now regarded as a barbaric land.

In other words, the peaceful life of myself and my sister will undergo earth-shaking changes due to future changes. Uh, was it because my uncle was about to be exiled to Jiaozhi and worried that his brother and sister would not be able to take care of him, so he hurriedly married Li Shimin, who was only thirteen years old?

Well, there is a very possibility. Then, backwards, my uncle was demoted for the crime, which is one year later. My brother and sister would no longer have the protection of my uncle, and could only rely on myself.

When I thought that Li Shimin married me, a cute and amiable girl, as my wife at the age of thirteen, I was so angry that this guy was so beastly. He didn't know that he had made it very clear in physiological hygiene. No matter men and women, they could only develop completely after the age of 18. Some of them even had to reach the age of twenty or even later. Didn't he know how to resist feudal ethics, pursue late marriage and late childbirth, and raise more children... Well, even if this guy doesn't understand the benefits of late marriage and late childbirth, it's really unreasonable.

"Brother, you have just woken up and what are you muttering?" Just as I was worried about the future survival and development of myself and my girl, a gentle and sweet call interrupted my deep thoughts.

Turning his head, I happened to see the girl Wugui carefully putting her brush on the pen holder, moving her wrists, looking at my brother with curiosity and worry.

"Is there?" I touched my mouth in a little surprised. This problem is not good. Every time I think about something, my mouth always mutters in a low voice. Maybe this is a problem I have suffered from writing articles all year round. Whenever I write articles, I always whisper to the speech manuscript I made for the township leaders. Over the years, I have developed a habit. "What am I muttering?"

"The sound is so small, how can I hear it clearly." The girl Wugui, who was sitting three steps away from me, gave me a speechless look and said, "Brother, how do you feel today? Is there anything else that uncomfortable in your body?"

"It's gone, this time it's gone. Well, except for some things I can't remember, your brother, I'm cured." He picked up the tea from the small table beside him and took a sip, smashing the spicy tea with a slightly ginger-like smell, and smiled.

After hearing this, the girl's unparalleled and youthful face showed a helpless expression. "Brother, the doctors have all said that you have the disease of gain and loss of souls. Since there is still something I can't remember, it's like it's not all cured yet."

"Don't listen to that guy, girl, I'm your brother, don't you believe me?" When I mentioned that doctor, I wouldn't be angry. My brother was a time traveler, but this guy insisted on saying that I was lost, and he had to prescribe the kind of medicine that was so painful that I was blackened to make me suffer. Just think about it and you'd be angry.

But forget it, we are a time traveler with culture, ideals and quality. If we don’t care about the old man in our seventies and eighties, we can’t catch the old man crazy and take the medicine he prescribes back into his mouth to take revenge, right? That would be too harmful to my brother’s demeanor in the eyes of the girl.

"You just don't want to drink that medicine, right?" The smart and lovely girl had a hint of cunning in her big watery eyes. It seems that this little loli, who is less than twelve years old, has an IQ and judgment that surpasses her peers.

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Seeing that she was still about to speak, I quickly raised my hand and signaled her to pause first. "We will discuss this issue if we have time in the future. For brother, I have a big event to discuss with you now."

"Really or not?" said Wugui's girl half-believingly.

I was speechless and said weakly for a long time: "Do you think my character will treat trivial matters as a big deal and discuss them with you so solemnly?"

Wugui glanced at me with a little disdain and said, "But, the day before yesterday, you also said you had something big to discuss with me, but the result was that you asked me where the toilet was. Yesterday you also said you had something big to ask me, but the result was... "

I was angry, why did this girl always reveal my shortcomings? "Stop! Hey, hey, you are still not my sister, I am your brother. As the saying goes, elder brother is like a father, elder sister is like a mother. I was just because of my illness in the past two days and I couldn't remember those small things. Of course I have to ask you."

"Okay, brother, don't be angry, I'm just talking. You have been worried these days, and I want to make you happy." The little girl chuckled a few times, and my soft words made my rising fire turn into dust.

This is the truth. Anyone who travels to a strange world will be troubled. After all, everything is no longer what I am familiar with. Of course, some time travelers will laugh at the sky three times or cry with joy after traveling to the past history. Such characters are generally heartless and stubborn, at least not what elites who like to think carefully can do when doing things like this.

"Okay, I won't care about you for my brother. Well, this is really a big deal. Let me ask you, let's leave home and come to live in my uncle's house. Did you really bring anything here?" He approached Wugui's side and asked in a low voice.

"This..." Wugui frowned cutely, and his little mouth pouted slightly. After thinking for a while, Wugui shook his head hesitantly: "It's been a bit long. It seems that when my uncle came to pick up our family, he only brought some of our close-fitting things. As for the others, I really don't know. If my mother brought too much money, she would naturally subsidize her uncle's family."

"That's right." I nodded helplessly. With my mother's temperament, I would definitely take out the money. After all, the family of three and several servants were all consuming their uncle's family.

"It seems that my uncle's life is not easy." The eyes fell outside the door. Wherever the eyes fell, the pink lime was covered with walls that had climbed up to the green moss. Many of the blue-gray tiles on the top of the wall had been broken. In addition to a bluestone path winding towards the courtyard gate in the center, the rest of the space in front of the house was covered with grass, occasionally a few wild flowers were swaying there. Near the wall was a cluster of green bamboos that were rarely seen in the north. The green leaves were stretched out, which also set off a cluster of beautiful scenery. But compared to the pavilions and towers depicted in the backstage movies and TV, it felt desolate no matter how you looked, it was very suitable for shooting ancient costume ghost movies such as the Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl.

In the corridor outside the door, a strong man with a burly figure sat cross-legged, but had a young face. Whenever he turned around and looked inside, he always had a simple smile.

His name is Li Yuanfang, and he is the eldest son of the steward who came to his uncle's house with Changsun Wuji and his son. His father Li Qian was originally the most capable and loyal personal soldier of Changsun's father. During a battle, in order to protect Changsun's father, his right hand was cut off, and Changsun's father did not let Li Qian go to the battlefield again. In the end, this loyal personal soldier who sacrificed his life to save Changsun's father became the steward of the Changsun family.

When our mother and son left home in anger, Li Qian also followed with his wife and son. Such loyalty really made me amazed when I saw the time traveler who was used to being cold and frivolous in later generations, and I had to admire the ancients' emphasis on Xinnuo and Decao.

Li Yuanfang is only three years older than me, and now he is less than nineteen years old. However, his physique is almost the same as his father. Moreover, according to the girl, Li Yuanfang's strength is so strong that he can even bring down a strong cow. I couldn't help but be shocked. I looked at my slim little body and touched my pretty and tender little face. Well, people really can't compare with others...

In addition, his name really makes me familiar and intimate as a time traveler, but I can't remember what the reason is.

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"Young Master, Young Master," Just as I touched my bare chin and thought about why Li Yuanfang's name sounded so familiar, I saw a servant rushing over, yelling while yelling.

"Brother Zhong, why bother to call the young master?" Li Yuanfang, who was sitting cross-legged in the corridor at the door, stood up, and his burly body with great pressure almost blocked the entire portal tightly.

"Brother Li, Mr. Duan Lun, came to see Mr. Duan Lun, and now he is waiting in the foreground." Brother Zhong stopped in front of the stairs and said respectfully.

"Duan Lun?" The name made me look confused. There was no way. Who told me to be a time traveler? After Changsun Wuji was traveled through time, he did not leave any memories or other fragments for my imagination.

"...Why is he here?" The girl beside me showed a surprised expression on her face, which made me more confused. I couldn't help but look at the girl. "Girl, who is this guy?" This young master's voice was so low that only I and the girl could hear it.

"Brother, he is the elder brother of your wife Duan Yiniang, who has not passed away, and your future uncle." The girl said hesitantly. "His father is Duan Wenzhen, the Minister of War of the current dynasty, and Duke of Longgang County."

"What? My wife who has not passed the door?" I couldn't help but stunned, pointing at my nose, looking disbelief. "Are you sure?" My fiancée, who didn't expect that she had nothing before traveling through time, did she seem to have everything all at once after traveling through time?

"Of course, this is the marriage that my father had booked for you when you were four years old." The girl raised her hand and stroked her forehead with great pain.

"So that's it." Unexpectedly, it was not only the girl, but also asked her father to marry her. But now is not the time to consider this. She was curious about Duan Lun's purpose, and she led the way with Zhongsan. After walking for a few steps, she heard the girl's call full of worry.

"Brother, that Ministry of War has been a little bit celebrating our Changsun family in recent years... You'd better be careful when dealing with it. You should know that Ministry of War has always followed his eldest son Duan Lun." Although Changsun Wugui is not old, these words are so organized. I couldn't help but stop listening to my step and turned my head to look at my sister who was about to speak but stopped.

"Brother, you should also know that our Changsun family has declined in the past few years." The girl hesitated for a moment, and gritted her teeth and said. "Brother, do you know that my mother and uncle have been very worried in the past few years. Duan Bingbu family has not had any dealings with our family in the past three years. During the holidays, my mother also brought some gifts with Butler Li, but..."

"But what?" Hearing this, I felt like someone threw a firewood into my heart, burning so hard that it was burning.

The girl's expression made me feel even more angry. I glared at Li Yuanfang viciously. "Since it's your father who is going to deliver things, please tell me!"

"Young Master... My father has given gifts a few times, but Duan's mansion, except for the first two times, later, Duan Wenzhen became more and more favored by the emperor, and his attitude became colder and colder... This year, my father took the gifts, and he didn't even let my father go in the door." The honest smile on Li Yuanfang's face disappeared, replaced by a face full of reluctance and grievance, and anger.

After hearing these words, if I still don’t understand what it is, it would be really a 250-year-old. At this moment, I felt a warm and slender hand resting on my wrist and saw the smart and lovely girl’s eyes full of concern and worry.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed the fire back, and stretched out his hand and gently rubbed her head with a smile. "Don't worry, good girl, I know what you should do." Yes, in my heart, in addition to the rising anger, there were also a few ridiculous and weird things. I really didn't expect that such a bloody plot would actually happen to me.

In history, there is no record of who Changsun Wuji's wife was, and it is not known whether he endured humiliation and continued to obey his father's last order, married the daughter of the Duke of Xiangguo County, or made his struggle.

But these have nothing to do with me anymore. Now, it is time for me to make my own choice. To endure humiliation? This is not my style.

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"Wuji met my deceased brother." When he walked into the front hall, he saw a young man with a strong body sitting on the short couch in the front hall. When he saw me appearing at the door of the front hall, he stood up. "Hehe, a few days ago, I heard that my brother was seriously ill and was very worried about me. However, my father was busy with official duties, and even for my brother, he was so busy that he could not touch the ground. Today, he could have time to visit my brother. I hope he would not be surprised." He replied with a good speech, but his eyes made me think it could be described in two words, pride.

"It's okay, Brother Shi, please sit down." I knew it in my heart, but I didn't care about this kind of vision. I walked to the couch and sat down. A servant served my own refreshment. The loyal servant Li Yuanfang stood behind me and continued to perform his functions as a loyal servant and bodyguard. Well, it's very good. At least, I'm squatting behind my butt with such a powerful lethal and oppressive thug still made me feel very proud.

Naturally, there were refreshments in front of Duan Lun, but the tea made with salt and ginger slices was still full, and the snacks were not moved.
To be continued...