Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

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No wine after the meal.

There is clear water.

The boiling water has a bit of a pot smell and is not very tasty.

However, Meng Shaoxia and He Chen drank several bowls of water.

Eat and drink enough.

He burped twice.

Have to leave too.

They had not planned to stay there, as there was accommodation in the county town.

And this house doesn't look like it can accommodate guests.

It's just that He Chen doesn't understand.

How could Father Jiang Feng, such a beautiful woman, live in such a place? How could he be just a county government official?

Nowadays, the beauty of the imperial palace is popular, and Qingzhou literati also look at faces first when meeting people.

With his appearance, he could still get a rank in the scientific examination even if he turned in a blank.

how come……

Everything you say in front of a beautiful woman is abrupt.

The square-faced Meng Shaoxia asked curiously: "Where is Uncle Jiang's ancestral home? He shouldn't be a local."

When he asked this question, the Jiang family was quiet for a moment.

The long-haired young man sitting on the bamboo chair held the baby in his arms and said calmly: "In terms of ancestral home, I should be from Jiangyin."

"Jiangyin Jiang family?" He Chen asked eagerly. Sure enough, there was a source. The beauty was a child of the aristocratic family.

Jiang Changtian gently rubbed the baby's hand in his arms. Jiang Mianmian's little hands were always clenched into fists, and her palms were sweaty. Her father would help her open her palms and knead them little by little, so that she could use them more flexibly. hand.

"My father once served as the prince's tutor, the Imperial Academy's wine minister, and the minister of the Ministry of Rites. My father's name is Jiang Changsheng. After I was born, my father named me Changtian. I hope that my life can be like the vast sky, unfettered and romantic. Long days.”

Night sky, small courtyard, bamboo chair, long-haired young man, slowly opened his mouth.

He Chen and Meng Shaoxia both paused.

He Chen wanted to say something, but he really didn't know what to say.

Meng Shaoxia did not expect that Miss Jiang Yu was actually the granddaughter of Taifu Jiang.

Jiang Feng was a little stunned when he heard this. His father had never said that before.

But then he felt extremely sour in his chest.

I thought of my father nodding and bowing to the county government officials.

He desperately wondered when he would grow up enough to become his father's support.

Let him not think of those people.

Qin Luoxia stood behind her husband, rubbing the corners of her clothes heavily with both hands.

Jiang Yu was silent.

She felt that her father was so pitiful.

If her father and mother didn't want her, she would cry to death just thinking about it, but her father and mother really didn't want him.

"But what's the misunderstanding?"

He Chen thought of visiting Jiang Mansion in the morning.

Although it is not magnificent, there are pavilions, ancient paintings and incense bottles, and the gauze made of Sichuan materials is covered on the windows.

Mrs. Jiang is gorgeous and grand.

His distant aunt Mrs. Jiang’s golden hairpin and jade bracelet.

Although Mr. Jiang is not dressed gorgeously, he has obviously never worried about money. The training ground is spacious and the study is bright.

Miss Jiang Wan was wearing a second-hand skirt, a white jade bracelet in her hand, and her shoes were inlaid with emeralds. Her hands were white, she had a sweet smile, she was well-educated, and she looked like she had never suffered at all.

Meng Shaoxia also thought about it again.

I thought of Miss Jiang Wan again, how exquisite her food and clothing were, how generous she was, and how kind she was to her maids.

When I saw the round-faced little girl in front of me, wearing coarse linen clothes, sitting there, her eyes turned red again, like a little rabbit.

Meng Shaoxia even wanted to knock her on the head, silly girl.

Jiang Changtian finished rubbing one hand of his youngest daughter, and then rubbed the other hand.

He spoke softer.

Because he doesn't want to mention those things, he looks weak and pitiful.

He didn't want to appear that he would choke or that he cared.

He said these words in the softest tone possible.

There is no need to rub the vocal cords at all.

"My mother hated me since I was a child, saying that I hid evil in my eyes and felt evil in my heart when I saw it. I secretly worked hard to study and wanted to rely on the scientific examination to escape from the family. My mother told my husband that I did not keep my filial piety and was not worthy of being a human being, so I stopped studying. the road."

Jiang Mianqian rubbed her hands under the quilt and listened to her father's voice, which was different from usual.

One sentence after another, very slowly.

Dad's body was shaking slightly.

She looked up at her father.

But she saw her father lowering his head and looking at her with a smile.

"My mother wants my son to die, but my son doesn't want to die, because I have a son."