Yuanjing three years.
At the winter solstice, it snows heavily.
In a small courtyard in the northwest corner of Chengguo Mansion, thick smoke billowed.
Luo Qingzhou was wearing thin clothes and was squatting next to the brazier at the door. In one hand, he held a moon-white girl's bellyband embroidered with peonies, and in the other hand, he used a cattail leaf fan to fan the dead wood burning in the brazier.
These dry firewood were picked up from the snow, and the outside had already been soaked by rain and snow.
After the flames have burned away the moisture inside, the wood will burn.
Luo Qingzhou coughed a few times in the smoke, waved the Cattail Fan in his hand, and after reducing the smoke that came over a little, he sat down next to the brazier, roasting the girl's bellyband in his hand while looking at the things in the brazier. The flames froze.
Three days ago.
When I woke up, I traveled to this place.
Great Yan Empire, Mo City.
Cheng Guofu, the third son of the Luo family, the concubine.
A weak scholar.
In ancient times, the status of a concubine and a legitimate son was very different.
It would be even more humble if he was a bastard born to a woman with no status.
And from the memory in this body, we know that he is not even the bastard of the master of the Chengguo Mansion.
three years ago.
His mother took him to Chengguo Mansion and stayed there.
Luo Yannian, the master of Chengguo Mansion, recognized his concubine's identity, but did not recognize his mother's identity.
Until his mother passed away suddenly last year, she was not even considered a concubine.
Privately, the servants in the mansion were discussing his life experience.
"The child brought by a woman from the countryside is not known to be the father's son, but the face does not look like the father at all."
"The master is kind. In my opinion, they should be driven away as liars."
The memory is full of bad images.
Luo Qingzhou sighed and turned over the girl's bellyband in his hand.
What kind of bullshit is the young master of the national government? No one in the national government regards him as the young master of the Luo family.
Even the maids and slaves are better dressed than him, and they even have charcoal to burn when the winter is cold.
And he.
In this snowy cold winter month, wearing a thin coarse cloth gown, burning damp wood, sitting in this dilapidated courtyard, no one cares.
Poor, deplorable!
Although they came from time travel, their body memories are all fused together, and they feel the other person's emotions the same way.
Frustrated, depressed, depressed, hesitant, angry, and hateful.
Yes, there is also hatred.
His mother was only in her thirties and was originally in good health, but she suddenly fell seriously ill and died last year without any warning.
From illness to death, it was only two days.
Obviously there is something else hidden.
And "he" also inexplicably lost his soul three days ago, and his body was now occupied by him.
There are definitely quirks.
He knew that members of the big family were engaging in intrigues, intrigues, and even killings for various interests.
I just didn't expect that I would encounter such a thing just after traveling through time.
It's obviously not possible to quietly be a rich young man who doesn't care about worldly affairs, who only wants to eat, drink, and have fun, and wait to die while lying down.
But now that he is alone, with no backer and no strength, how can he break the situation?
"Master, Master! I have good news to tell you!"
With a clear and crisp voice like an oriole, a thin maid in emerald green clothes ran into the small courtyard with a snowy face, her delicate and young face full of excitement.
Xiaodie, his only maid.
Because he did something wrong, he was almost killed by the eldest lady Wang, but was saved by his mother.
From then on, she became the maid of their mother and son, and was loyal to them.
However, because of their relationship, they were often bullied by other maids and slaves in the house, and they often had bruises on their bodies.
"What good news?"
Luo Qingzhou asked while observing this poor, fragile girl.
For him, what good news can there be in the house?
At most, when the Chinese New Year is approaching, the housekeeper will give him a few more coins or make him a new set of clothes.
After all, we have to celebrate the New Year together. Wearing these shabby clothes will not only lose the face of the Chengguo Mansion, but also make the eldest lady look bad.
As the headmistress of the Chengguo Mansion, Mrs. Wang was extremely taboo about outsiders talking about her personal ethics behind her back.
This is not the news that Xiaodie brought.
The little girl said excitedly: "Master, I just secretly heard the master talking to the guests outside the living room, and the eldest lady was also there. The eldest lady mentioned you, as if it was about your marriage. Master, you have become an adult this year, We’re getting married.”
Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment: "Getting married?"
In this era, people get married very early.
And if he gets married, he can get his own property, and even go out to live, have his own house and all kinds of freedoms.
But would the eldest lady be so kind as to let him get married and then successfully share the Luo family's property?
Although as a concubine, he could not inherit too much property and had nothing to do with the title, he was the son of the Luo family after all. The Chengguofu family had a great business, so giving him a house and some properties was just a drop in the bucket.
However, judging from the experience in the past three years in my memory, I am afraid there is another story on this matter.
Even if the eldest lady is generous to those maids and slaves, she will never be generous to him.
"Master, when you get married, we will move out and live together. Xiaodie can be used as three people by herself. I promise to take good care of the master and his wife."
"I don't know which family the young master wants to marry. As the young master, he must be the daughter of that family. She must be very beautiful."
Xiaodie has begun to daydream about the beautiful life in the future with great expectation.
At this moment, the voice of Butler Wang suddenly came from outside the door: "Is the Third Young Master here? The master and his wife are calling you to come over."
Luo Qingzhou suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
But he didn't dare to hesitate, stood up, handed the girl's bellyband to Xiaodie's hand, and then walked out of the hospital.
Xiaodie opened her eyes wide and looked at the bellyband in her hand, dumbfounded, her little face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
How could the young master steal her bellyband? This is a girl's thing. She washed it and hung it to dry in the room...
Luo Qingzhou walked out of the small courtyard.
Standing outside the door was a fat, middle-aged man wearing a gray brocade robe.
It was Wang Cheng, the second steward of Cheng Guofu.
It is said that he is a relative of the eldest lady Wang's family.
Butler Wang was different from others in that he was very polite to everyone, even his bastard who had long since become transparent and dispensable in the house.
"Third Young Master, let's go and change clothes first. We have to meet important guests later."
Butler Wang had a smile on his face, bowed slightly, and his attitude was respectful and impeccable.
"Butler Wang, which guest do you want to see?"
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and followed behind, deliberately looking humble and timid, and his tone was cautious.
This is how he used to be.
Butler Wang smiled and said, "You will know after the third young master goes there."
Luo Qingzhou's eyes flickered and he didn't ask any more questions.
