Yuanjing three years.

At the winter solstice, it snows heavily.

Chengguo Mansion, in a small courtyard in the northwest corner, 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 they were already soaked by rain and snow outside.

The wood will burn after the flames have burned away the moisture inside.

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 food in the brazier.

The flames burst into flames.

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 and 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 despicable 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 Chengguofu 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.

"A woman from the countryside brought a child. I don't know if he is my father's son. But his face doesn't look like him at all."

"The master is kind-hearted. In my opinion, he should treat them as liars and drive them away."

Memories are 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 government? No one in the 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 it gets cold in winter.

And he.

In this snowy cold winter month, wearing a thin long coat of coarse cloth, 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 the other person's emotions are felt in the same way.

Grievance, depression, depression, hesitation, anger, and hatred.

Yes, there is still 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 only took two days.

Obviously there is something else hidden.

And "he" also lost his soul inexplicably three days ago, and his body is now occupied by him.

There's definitely something weird about it.

He knew that members of the big family engaged in intrigues, intrigues, and even killings for various interests.

I just didn't expect that I would encounter something like this just after I traveled through time.

It's obviously not possible to quietly be a rich man who doesn't care about worldly affairs, who only wants to eat, drink, have fun, and die in bed.

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 Mrs. 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, he was often bullied by other maids and slaves in the house, and he often had bruises on his body.

"What good news?"

Luo Qingzhou asked while observing this poor, fragile girl.

For him, what good news can there be in the mansion?

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 Chengguofu, but also make the lady look bad.

As the headmistress of the Chengguo Mansion, Mrs. Wang is 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 reached adulthood this year.

We’re getting married.”

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment: "Getting married?"

In this era, people get married very early.

Moreover, if he gets married, he will be allocated his own property, and can even live out and have his own house and various freedoms.

But would the eldest lady be so kind as to let her get married and then smoothly 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, and the Chengguofu family had a huge business. Giving him a house and some properties was just a drop in the bucket.

However, judging from my experience in the past three years, 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 asked 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 walked out of the hospital.

Xiaodie opened her eyes wide and looked at the bellyband in her hand, dumbfounded, and her 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 Chengguo Mansion.

It is said that he is a relative of the eldest lady Wang's family.

Butler Wang is different from others in that he is very polite to everyone, even he, a concubine who has long become a transparent person and dispensable in the house.

"Third Young Master, let's go. Let's go change clothes first. We have to meet important guests later."

Butler Wang was smiling with a smile on his face, his body slightly bowed, his attitude was respectful and impeccable.

"Which guest do you want to see?"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and followed behind, deliberately looking humble and timid.

This is how he used to be.

Butler Wang smiled and said, "You will know when the third young master goes there."
Chapter completed!