Daran Dynasty. Ping'an Town, 200 miles away from the capital.

At this time, it was dusk, and the sky above the town was full of long crows.

An old groom had the courage to take another sip of wine, and then he reined in the reins and ran the wheel of the car as fast as he could.

In the car, there was another girl, looking up at the end of the long street, her side face was soaked in dusk, and she couldn't tell the difference between joy and sorrow for a while.

"Miss Song, the corpse of your little father-in-law...... Otherwise, send it directly to the grave mountain? ”

"He was bullied alive, and he should be decent after death, and he should be buried in the funeral before going to the ground."

Song Yu, who spoke, didn't notice that at this time, behind the carriage, the straw mat rolled up suddenly trembled.

"Ahem."

Rolled in the straw mat, the smell of grass and earthy smell permeating his nose, Chen Jing was slowly choked awake.

A cough was heard, and the carriage came to an abrupt halt.

The old groom, who had been drunk and courageous, quickly jumped out of the carriage after a few breaths, panting and galloping forward. It wasn't until he ran away that he didn't forget to shout along the street.

"Fraud, fraud!"

"The little scholar of the Chen family has cheated the corpse!"

Throwing the straw mat away, Chen Jing stood up with difficulty, looking dazed. If memory serves, he should have been working overtime at the company, and because of fatigue and tightness in his chest, he fell asleep on his desk.

Through? Sudden death?

Chen Jing raised his head and found that in the carriage, there was another girl, who was looking at him seriously, and after a short silence, she did not panic.

Hiss.

I only felt a stinging pain in my brain, Chen Jing gritted his teeth and persisted for a while, and his memory slowly became clear.

That's right, he did travel through and into a feudal society in a parallel world. He likes to read history, and he is very sure of one thing, in the five thousand years before and after, there was no dynasty called "Ran".

The original owner has the same name and surname, and is a waste dog scholar in Qingshi Lane, Ping'an Town. Yesterday just as a winter quilt, do the east invite classmates to eat flower wine, never thought, after drinking just to the joy of clouds and rain, a wind died in the flower girl's room.

As for the girl in front of her, she is the child daughter-in-law of the original owner. After his father's death, in the life of the little scholar of the waste dog, there is only Song Yu, the child daughter-in-law, who will not abandon him.

Chen Jing's heart was sullen. Others crossed, but it was the son and grandson, and when he came to him, he only wore a waste dog and a little scholar, who had no power to tie the chicken, and in the matter of reading, until now, he has not even been admitted to the child.

"Song Yu." Chen Jing hesitated to speak.

In the car, Song Yu, the child daughter-in-law, did not speak, picked up a water bag and handed it to him.

The carriage stopped, and at this time, the long street was already full of onlookers. When he found out that Chen Jing was not a corpse, the atmosphere around him suddenly became happy.

"Miss Song, Miss Song." A few idlers squatted on the ground with an evil smile on their faces, "Brother Qing's house, the bed board is newly laid today, how about Miss Song try it at night?" ”

The flirtatious whistle sounded all at once.

In Ping'an Town, most of the people who are familiar with Chen Jing understand that this little scholar who is bullied by others has no half ability, and he has everything to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, if it weren't for Song Yu to help work everywhere and earn money to raise, he would have starved to death.

"Miss Song, I'll give you half a tael of silver."

Song Yu didn't speak, a long time ago, her temperament was already used to silence. After taking a few steps forward, she pulled out a stick from the stack next to her, ready to protect herself.

But she never thought that after a commotion, when she turned her head, she found that at some point, the little minister behind the carriage had jumped out of the car and got into a mess with a few idlers.

……

Burst.

Chen Jing spat blood, a little bit of a loss in one pick five, but at least ...... It's a protection of the little daughter-in-law, right?

It's a pity that Song Yu, who walked in front of him, still didn't make a sound, didn't look at his wounds, and didn't ask him about his resurrection.

Chen Jing understands that the original owner's shit and indifferent life over the years is too disappointing.

The two of them went one after the other, and they didn't say anything all the way.

At both ends of the dilapidated bluestone alley, some people began to hold lights, reflecting a faint brightness. Two or three drunken widowers lay on the bluestone road of the alley, motionless like dead corpses.

As soon as I returned to the courtyard of the Chen family, the whole sky began to darken. The barking of dogs in the near distance and the crows in the distance are mixed up into disturbing noises.

In front of the Chen family's small courtyard, Chen Jing stood for a while before silently pushing the door and walking in. Even if he has the memory of the original owner, the scene in front of him still brings him a strong sense of strangeness.

In the courtyard, Song Yu at this time was already cooking on the fire in the kitchen.

Chen Jing walked a few more steps, raised his head, looked at the busy figure, and just mustered up the courage to say something. found that this hard-working woman from another world had already gotten up and walked into the house without saying a word.

Unable to speak, Chen Jing could only walk into the kitchen, pick up a bowl of hot food, and prepare to feast. He was hungry, crossed in a daze, and fought a life-and-death fight with a few idlers on the long street.

After only a few bites, the strange taste spreads in the mouth at once, and it is even more difficult to swallow than the glutinous food of the previous life. But Chen Jing understood that even if it was these foods, Song Yu tried his best to prevent the original owner from starving to death.

After eating half a bowl, waiting for the heat to enter his stomach, his stomach slowly became much more comfortable.

At this moment, Song Yu, who entered the house, suddenly walked out again.

She wore her lily bun and stood in the dim darkness without a palm lamp, and finally raised her head and looked at it quietly. The wind blew in the yard, blowing her old skirt and swinging it continuously.

Chen Jing put down the dishes and chopsticks, his eyes were a little hesitant. He saw that Song Yu was still carrying a bulging bag in his hand, which was probably something like clothes.

A day ago, he never thought that he would die suddenly, and then have an inexplicable intersection with the woman in front of him.

The old father of the Chen family is a private school gentleman, and he still has meager funds, so for the sake of the young and sick original owner, he brought back a little girl from the crowd who fled from the north and became a child daughter-in-law.

It's a pity that the original owner is crooked, and he is a little beast who is rotten to the mud in the name of a scholar. The most excessive time was to collude with an old bustard and want to sell Song Yu to the Spring Building in exchange for five taels of silver. Following the memory of the original owner, Chen Jing could vaguely hear that after breaking free from the bustard that night and escaping back to the house, Song Yu cried intermittently all night.

"Are you leaving?" Chen Jing asked.

Song Yu nodded, took out the money bag, and put a handful of broken silver and copper plates on the wooden platform next to him.

Chen Jing also nodded, turned around, and picked up the dishes and chopsticks again.

"You leave an address, I'll find a way to make money, and I'll send you some."

Just picking up the corpse and going home is a kindness. When a man is alive, there should be clear grievances.

Song Yu's face was slightly stunned, but he didn't say much, took the baggage, and continued to leave.

Chen Jing stuffed his head and began to gulp down. I can't tell why, but in the bottom of his heart, there is an inexplicable discomfort.

Leaving home at night, I guess I was extremely disappointed.

Outside the courtyard, the old groom's horn was already sounding.

Chen Jing turned his head sideways.

Suddenly, I saw Song Yu standing at the entrance of the courtyard, stopped and turned around. I didn't move for a long time, and I was haggard like a yellow flower in Song Ci.

"Chen Jing, I went to visit relatives in my hometown and came back in three days."

She lifted the hair on her forehead and blew it up, with a hint of exhaustion in her voice.

"Okay."

Chen Jing retracted his gaze and continued to gulp the rice bowl until there was nothing left, and the whole person hiccuped happily.