When the darkness subsided and his consciousness returned again, Mo Chuchen's eyes were no longer the monotonous background color of the starry sky in the system space.

He had already possessed the scholar named "Xia Xuan" at this moment, but in a moment's trance, he received Xia Xuan's more detailed memories.

Xia Xuan, the word Jingyuan.

This year is only twenty-three, it is a lifting person, a rare one, a poor lifting person.

In country F, there are always people who come to visit high school people, send things, and climb relationships, and there are not many poor people.

And the original owner did not touch these things, and most of them were handled by his parents.

With this treatment, the people in the entire Spring City knew that such a nerd was wronged.

That's right, it's him!

Juren, who doesn't hear anything outside the window, can't do anything except prepare for the imperial examination, and everyone in the city knows about the stupid scholars.

The original owner would not have been so famous, but he was admitted to the lift, and there were a large number of superb relatives.

No, the two became one, and he became famous immediately.

The original owner's father is a lover, the concubines marry one after another, and the sons are born one after another.

However, the original owner's mother took special care of her mother's family, and in those years, she started a family for her mother's brother and bought a house.

What's even more unfortunate is that the parents of such a scholar passed away when he was about to continue the scientific examination.

At this moment, Xia Xuan was dumbfounded.

What can I do?

With such a change, he couldn't go to Beijing to catch the exam, so he had to honestly keep filial piety in Quancheng for three years.

In the past three years, there was no big problem for the shop to be taken care of by old servants, but my father's relatives and my mother's relatives always came to pick up wool.

This wool will be bald after a long time, let alone a human?

No matter how rich you are, you can't afford to send hundreds of silver taels out.

Sure enough, in less than three years, the original owner had to cut back on food and clothing.

After most of his things were cheated away, none of these relatives came to the door, and the original owner was also unlucky for this group of superb relatives.

Subsequently, three years after the original owner kept filial piety.

Feng Tai Shou ran to the matchmaker, and simply stuffed Feng Qingling to the original owner.

Although Feng Qingling was not happy in Taishou's house, she still had to have an external face, and she brought a lot of dowry when she got married, which also attracted the best relatives who originally ignored the original owner.

The wind is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and while fighting wits and courage with the best relatives, she also gave birth to a child to the original owner.

It seems that she has a deep love for the original owner, if it weren't for what happened later, who knew that the virtuous woman who washed her hands and made soup was so dissolute and uninhibited and loved freedom.

After sorting out the messy memories of the original owner, Mo Chuchen estimated that Feng Qingling was probably not very happy to stay by the side of the original owner, most likely because the wild system needed the luck of the original owner, and he only stayed for two years under coercion and temptation.

Thinking back from those floating speculations, Mo Chuchen put down the delicate brush he had been holding in his hand, and he was in the study at the moment.

The desk in front of me is generally made, the materials are ordinary, but the paper on the desk is excellent, or how can it be treated as a nerd, the original owner is poor in food, and the paper and pen used to practice must not be bad.

Mo Chuchen looked at other things.

There are only two bookshelves in the study, the shelves are full of books, and there are many paintings hanging on the walls, none of which are paintings by famous artists, all of them are painted by the original owner himself, and one of them is a portrait of the wind and spirit.

The original owner really loves this wife to the bone, even the portrait is lifelike, which makes people feel the friendship.

"Today is the day when the wind is light and fled."

Seeing that the host was still slowly admiring a room of paintings, the small system couldn't help but say a word of reminder.

"Well, there's no rush for this."

Mo Chuchen was stunned and showed a little emotion.

I didn't expect that I had always been a single dog, and I was going to cross the female bar in a blink of an eye.

It's just that the crossing girl is emotionally entangled with the original owner, and he doesn't want to stage a Qiong Yao drama with the crossing girl.

As soon as he came up, he didn't say that he was a father, but he had to deal with the child, how to arrange this matter, he had to take care of it first, so as not to think of the desperate crossing girl in the later stage, and think of the cheap husband of the original owner, and come back with a blank eye to brush the sense of existence in front of his eyes.

"The original owner was supposed to embark on the road to the imperial examination, and then he was in a high position, he was destined to defeat his wife and had no children, but this wild system took away his luck and forcibly added a child to him."

After contacting the situation before and after, Mo Chuchen's eyes sank slightly, this wild system wanted to change the original owner's life beyond recognition, just to prevent the original owner from making a comeback, and the child's death was also a key chess piece to hit the original owner.

How could he possibly let the wild system get his way? He wants to protect the child, and he will open up this road for the original owner again.

Thinking so, he put away all the things in the study about the light wind, and if he wanted to restore the luck of the original owner, he would inevitably have to re-embark on the road of the imperial examination, and he didn't want to see the portrait of the troublesome child and his mother in the study.

When do we recycle wild systems?. 】

The small system subconsciously asked, and then remembered that this host was still a newcomer, and it didn't have any ability to capture the system.

"Wait for the side quest to be completed!."

Mo Chuchen replied as a matter of course, it was obvious that he would not use too much power outside the world in the small world.

Capture props must be purchased in the system mall,Complete the original owner's side quests to get points,Use points to exchange for props,The so-called side quests are not only the wishes of the original owner,There are also various trivial things,For example, the original owner did not mention the scientific expedition and so on......。

Hearing this, the small system felt even more wrong, and this newcomer was too proficient in the way of crossing and communicating.

It's just an old driver!

At that moment, countless thoughts piled up in the heart of the small system, and it always felt that there was something in it, but it couldn't grasp that wisp of wrongness.

In one afternoon, Mo Chuchen did not deliberately contact Feng Qingling, but checked the books in the study, in addition to fixing a few sage books on this shelf, there are also many famous masterpieces and miscellaneous conversations, those miscellaneous conversations are similar to modern "newspapers" There are a lot of current deeds written on it, because it is aimed at scholars, most of them are some deeds of wind and snow, and there are few trivial life.

Towards evening, the sunset hung obliquely, the sky was shrouded in large fiery clouds, and lanterns with candles had already begun to be hung on Xia Xuan's mansion.

Mo Chuchen finally waited for the little guy in Tsing Yi.

"Master, oh no, Master, Madam is gone!"

Before the little girl in Tsing Yi arrived in the study, the voice had already reached Mo Chuchen's ears, and when the little girl entered the study, the voice of retelling was much smaller.

"What's going on?."

Looking at the trembling little guy lying on the ground opposite the desk, Mo Chuchen asked softly.

Although he already knew that today was the day when the wind was light and smart, he still had to act.