Jiang Miao opened her eyes, and her forehead hit the corner of the table, turning blue and red.
She wanted to reach out and rub it, but when she raised her arm, she found that she was wearing ancient clothes. The cuffs of the dress, which had been washed white, were patched, and there was a small baggage hanging on the left side.
Jiang Miao frowned slightly, feeling that this scene looked familiar. She unpacked her bag, which contained two changes of clothes. She flipped through it and found a silver tassel. Jiang Miao's temples felt a buzzing pain and she couldn't believe it.
I actually slipped into a book, into the male video novel I read last night.
Although the male protagonist in the original book came from a poor family, he was extremely talented. With his intelligence and intelligence, he won the first prize in the exams, was appreciated by the emperor, was promoted to a noble rank, and became the youngest chief minister of the Yan Dynasty. He also married a noblewoman from the capital.
Being a wife is a life of cheating.
However, such a perfect male protagonist also has a flaw. The child bride who has been raising him for five years did not like his family's poverty, so she stole the money that the male protagonist paid to take the exam in Beijing and tried to run away, but was caught on the spot.
The original owner was kicked out of the house, and she was alone and a beautiful girl. She was deceived on the road and sold into a brothel, where the original owner was tortured to death.
Thinking of this, Jiang Miao shuddered. She, a food blogger, was actually dressed as this child bride who stole money and ran away.
And soon, someone will come to catch the stolen goods.
Sure enough, just as she finished cleaning up, the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Mom, what am I talking about? This third child is just restless and voluptuous, and now he even wants to run away!"
Mrs. Xu, with her big belly, grabbed the baggage in Jiang Miao's hand and spoke in a bitter tone.
The woman beside her has a stern face, her hair is combed meticulously, with a few white hairs on her temples, and her high cheekbones make her look serious and fierce. This is the hero's mother, Mrs. Zhang, who is staring at her without saying a word.
Jiang Miao.
Jiang Miao felt a little guilty. She knew that this was the remaining consciousness of the original owner.
The original owner was afraid and hated Mrs. Zhang, and hated Mrs. Zhang for buying her. Otherwise, with her appearance, she could be a concubine for the master in the town, so why would she have to live a hard life in the Shen family.
Jiang Miao was noncommittal about the original owner's thoughts. She stood up, calmed down, and spoke.
"Mom, I don't want to run away. The bag contains a change of clothes for my husband. It's getting hot, so I want to ask Da Lang to take it with him when I deliver food."
With that said, he untied the bag and found two light summer shirts inside. Although they were washed white, they looked clean and tidy. They were made by Mrs. Zhang for Shen Yanqing.
Mrs. Xu saw Mrs. Zhang's stern face softening, and felt a little anxious. She had long disliked the third family, and the third family depended on them to support them.
It’s just that the third child is good at studying, and they will be able to take advantage of it if they get fame in the future. The third child looks like a goblin, not only can’t do heavy work, but also has an extra mouth to eat.
The more Ms. Xu thought about it, the tighter her chest became. She pulled her bag twice, and a few coins fell out of her clothes. Her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Okay, you still dare to steal money. Mom, look at it, is this the money that third brother paid for going to Beijing to take the exam?" Mrs. Xu looked proud and handed the money to Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang's fingertips turned white when pinched, and her eyes were sharp and intimidating.
She bought Jiang Miao at her own initiative. She looks beautiful and looks like a blessed person. The fortune teller also said that she is a plump and prosperous husband. In the past few years, she has been lazy and playful and has turned a blind eye to it.
Yes, but...
"Our Shen family cannot tolerate a daughter-in-law who steals things!"
Mrs. Zhang scolded her sharply, and Jiang Miao's heart trembled. She didn't want to be kicked out.
"Mom, I didn't steal the money. I saved it from embroidering handkerchiefs. My husband is studying hard, so I want to buy him some food to replenish his health..."
Jiang Miao lowered her head as she spoke, her pretty face flushed, with the shyness of a daughter, like a little daughter-in-law who only thinks about her husband-in-law.
Xu was shocked by her shamelessness, "She lied!"
"That's enough, have you seen Jiang Miao stealing money?" Mrs. Zhang's long face pulled, and her already fierce face became even fiercer. Mrs. Xu did not dare to say any more. She was a mother-in-law who favored the third wife.
"It's good that you have a considerate heart for the third child. When the third child gets the honors, he will remember your good deeds." Thinking of her youngest son, Mrs. Zhang's face softened a little.
"Why."
Mrs. Xu's mouth was bitter, knowing that her mother-in-law was knocking her. She had no complaints about the family supporting the third child in studying. But then she thought about it, Shen Yanqing was good at learning, and he was selected as a scholar at a young age. His future future was limitless, so why should she? Because Jiang Miao offended him.
Mrs. Xu followed Mrs. Zhang and left. Jiang Miao breathed a sigh of relief. The crisis was temporarily resolved. She waited for the two of them to enter the kitchen, sneaked into the east room and put the money back.
Fortunately, although the original owner was lazy before, he had never done anything outrageous. Otherwise, his own words alone would not be able to dispel Mrs. Zhang's suspicion.
Jiang Miao had read a book and knew that Mrs. Zhang was the most cold-hearted and soft-hearted. As long as she was nice to the male protagonist, Mrs. Zhang would not treat her harshly.
And if she wants to survive in ancient times, she must hug the male protagonist, the future chief assistant, tightly, and leave when he meets the female protagonist in the future.
