Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

Snow White.

Wooden house.

futon.

Charcoal stove.

A baby's cry.

The iron-tower-like man at the door looked back, then stared at the ants on the snow in front of him.

It's strange, why are there ants when it's snowing?

Groups of people.

Qin Luoxia heard the child crying and ran out.

Seeing that her husband was already holding Mianmian and coaxing her in the room, she was still a little worried.

Because her Mianmian rarely cries.

He is very sensible, especially when there are outsiders, and he will not cry casually.

She took a look and saw that her husband did not have a serious expression, nor did he show a strange smile. He was still talking inside, so she did not go in.

Seeing that the ants on the snow were not in a hurry, Qin Luoxia turned around and headed to the kitchen.

The strong man in the Black Tower didn't know why, but he suddenly felt short of breath just now.

It's like encountering a natural enemy.

Perhaps it was an illusion, there was no one else here, only the village woman in an apron who smiled sheepishly at me.

"When the baby cries, he gets scared." Qin Luoxia said to the strong man.

Heita is single, has no wife and no children, and doesn’t understand.

But looking at the village woman in front of him, he suddenly felt that it was time for him to get married.

In the room.

Indigo Chi apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My young master didn't mean it, he just likes little girls."

After saying this, Qi Qichi wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

He had never encountered such a situation before. The last time he took the young master to see the county magistrate, the county magistrate committed suicide in front of them. The young master did not even frown, which was very elegant.

Before that, the lord also led the young master into battle. He witnessed the destruction of the city, fighting, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The young master did not even move his eyebrows at such a young age. (Could it be that the young master’s brows naturally don’t move?)

It was also because of that time that he had the heart to cherish talents and took the initiative to ask Ying to be the young master's teacher.

But I didn't expect that something like this would happen.

While he was talking to someone, the young master went to pull his daughter's hair.

Qi Qichi himself has children, but he has always been strict in front of his children. He has never seen children with such a naughty side.

Jiang Mianmian has been a baby for a long time, and when things go wrong, she cries smartly.

After all, just crying can attract everyone's attention.

meet your own needs.

This is the most basic skill for babies, and every doll is self-taught.

Others pulled her hair and said she was bald, which makes me sad just thinking about it.

She hid in her father's arms and cried until she hiccupped.

At the same time, he stared at the little boy opposite him with tearful eyes.

This kind of little brat is the hardest to deal with. If an adult doesn't scold him, he will act unscrupulously.

She couldn't beat him, so crying was the best solution.

Sure enough, the mustache in front of me apologized again and again.

But he didn't say a harsh word to the boy.

Jiang Changtian didn't expect such a small flaw.

But holding his crying daughter in his arms made him want to laugh for no reason.

My daughter usually feels a little too mature. At such a young age, she always seems to be hiding something on her mind. Jiang Changtian is always worried about whether there will be something wrong with her daughter.

At this moment, Jiang Changtian relaxed while holding his crying daughter who was extremely sad.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay for the kids to play around." Jiang Changtian hugged his daughter and said when he saw that she had stopped crying.

Continue the discussion next.

Young Master Zi did not speak again, nor did he make any move.

He was like an exquisite costume doll without a soul, sitting there motionless and without moving his brows.

Jiang Mianmian sat in her father's arms.

Twist your little buttocks and get hot after sitting for a while.

She wears too much.

There is charcoal in the house.

She's hot.

But she didn't want to disturb her father. She knew he was talking about business.

Jiang Changtian and Zhi Qichi, one lost his qualification for the scientific examination, and the other lost his official status after passing the examination. They talked happily and cherished each other.

Originally he was here to persuade him to surrender.

Now he has not said a word to persuade him to surrender.

While chatting about the local customs and customs, we have already talked about the climate in Jingzhou.

"It's cold in Jingzhou, can Mr. Hu still adapt to it?"

"Just call me Qichi, or call me my cousin, Night Flight. Although the weather in Jingzhou is cold, it is not wet or cold. There are mostly sunny days, which always makes people feel comfortable."

Jiang Changtian thought about this person.

This person came from a poor family but had a very smooth life. He reached the top of the imperial examination and reached the peak of his life. Then after becoming the top scholar, his life continued to decline and fell to the bottom.

He has a strong desire to make progress.

But unlike Chun Cao Mang, he has read books, read many books, and is a bit literary.

"Night sailing, night sailing, astronomy, geography, and the stars in all directions have been transparent throughout the ages. This is a very good word. Brother Yehang is a learned and talented man." Jiang Changtian praised.

Zhu Qichi smiled, his mustache curled up.

Brother Jiang is indeed a confidant.

When other people heard his cousin's name of "night sailing", they thought it was a journey at night, which was bumpy and difficult, and the talent was not appreciated.

In fact, it is not the case. In those days, when people went out on boats at night, they talked about everything from north to south. Of all the knowledge in the world, night sailing was the most difficult thing to deal with.

His nickname is Yehang, which really shows that he is very conceited and confident.

Brother Jiang actually understood it as soon as he heard it.

The two continued chatting.

Jiang Changtian only felt about his life experience at first. After opening the topic, he quickly started chatting about various topics and was not obsessed with the topic of identity.

Very free and easy.

Talk about local customs.

Talk about the world and life outlook.

Talk about the situation.

Talk about people's livelihood.

Of course Jiang Changtian was also very surprised and involved.

There was no one else around him except Jie Xi who could chat with him.

In the eyes of the villagers, the two of them were like two jokes thrown together.

It's been a long time since he met someone who was equally matched and could chat with him.

The more we chatted, the more engaged we became.

Until Young Master Zi suddenly said: "Take off your clothes."

Jiang Changtian was stunned for a moment.

Qi Qichi was stunned.

Then the young master said to the little cub: "Do you want my help?"

Jiang Mianmian was confused.

Jiang Changcai noticed that his daughter's face was flushed and the room was getting hot.

My daughter wears a little too much.

He reached out to help his daughter untie the outermost robe.

Seeing that it was still bulging, he untied another robe.

Like peeling off a shell.

After peeling off three layers of shell, her neck could move freely.

Ji Qichi couldn't help but take out a handkerchief and wipe his forehead.

I thought it was a good thing that the young master didn't take it off himself.

It would be terrible to take off the other girl's clothes when they first meet.

Perhaps Brother Jiang's little daughter was too cute, and the young master was attracted to her.

On snowy days, no guests are allowed.

Although Qin Luoxia had already made pasta, Zhu Qichi did not stay with the young master.

After all, it was my first time visiting.

It would be rude to stay for dinner rashly.

There is no such plan.

When they returned, Jiang Changtian saw each other off, slipping on the snow and almost falling.

He personally delivered it to the entrance of the village and assured loudly: "Please rest assured, Zishuai, we will definitely collect the food and money as soon as possible. I hope Zishuai will succeed and dominate the world as soon as possible. I also hope that I can have the opportunity to talk to Brother Yehang next time." .”

Zhu Qichi looked at the long-haired young man holding the baby and sent it off again and again to the entrance of the village. He couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Jiang is a sincere person and a wise man. We will definitely meet again."

Jiang Mianmian waved her short hand.

Zi Congheng's face was serious, but when the horse finally turned around, he waved his hand.

Zhu Qichi took the young master and the Black Tower guards on their horses and walked towards the county seat.

There was a huge queue outside the village entrance.

It’s time for lunch. I’m a little hungry and have to rush to the county seat for lunch.

In fact, you can also eat in the village.

Zhu Qichi didn't know why, but he didn't let the army eat in the village.

Instead, he took people to the county seat.

On the way, the wind was biting and the scenery on both sides was superb.

Those who are blown by the wind have a clear mind.

Ji Qichi came to his senses. He was a rebel, so he should let the army eat in the village.

The atmosphere of the chat with Brother Jiang just now was so good that he had forgotten about it.

He remembered that he was still the young master's teacher and asked: "Congheng, how do you think Mr. Guan Jiang?"

I didn't expect an answer at first.

The young master doesn't speak much at all.

But he didn't expect the young master to speak.

"He is sick. He is very sick, more serious than me."

Zhu Qichi:......

Jiang Changtian, who was eating hot noodles at home, asked Jiang Mianmian: "Mianmian, how do you feel about that little brother today?"

Jiang Mianmian took a sip of the noodles she finally fished out. There was juice from the noodles at the corner of her mouth, and she said in a coquettish voice: "He is sick."