Just like that, she met Xie Jian, the leader of the treacherous prime ministers in history and the leader of the perverted world. No matter how mature Shen Heng was, she couldn't help but be stunned for a long time. After replacing the original owner, she hadn't thought about Xie Jian carefully. The description of treacherous prime ministers in the textbooks also had a template. They must have committed heinous crimes and were insidious and cunning.
The frail fifteen-year-old boy in front of him looked far from the image of a treacherous and treacherous person.
"Chen Heng, you still remember to come back?" Xia came out and saw her brother's wife in the courtyard. She was furious and pointed her finger and cursed: "These two have been feeding you well. Even the most fierce beast would have calmed down. You are such a tame little bastard... Why are you so dirty and your clothes are torn?"
After the original body got married, she either lived in self-pity or hid in her room every day. She looked down on Xie Jian and her loud-mouthed sister-in-law, gave them a cold shoulder every day, and even cursed the Xie family to go to hell.
Chen Heng didn't want to live like the original owner forever, but she couldn't change so quickly that it would arouse suspicion. She followed the original owner's example, lowering her head with a blank expression and saying, "I met two mad dogs."
There was no expression on Xie Jian's young face. His slightly cold gaze swept over Chen Heng's disheveled appearance and the torn cuffs.
"You deserve it. Chen Heng, you are already a member of the Xie family. How can you always run back to your parents' home? Do you really think I dare not hit you?" Xia pointed at the person's nose and cursed: "Do you believe that if I hit you, you will never dare to go back to your parents' home again." She said these harsh words so many times, but no one listened.
You've been married for two years, why can't you live a good life?
Chen Heng said nothing, and followed the original owner's style and went directly into the living room she had arranged next to her.
The moment the door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief. After all, I'm not a professional actor. Even if I regained the memories, it would still be difficult for me to play the original owner. I'll take it slow for now.
Looking at this room where the original owner lived for two months, it has all the basic facilities, but it is a bit old.
Apart from the bed, the most eye-catching thing is the table by the window. The oil lamp on the table flickers, and a book is open next to the lamp. There are more than a dozen books neatly placed in the corner. These are Xie Jian's things.
The original owner and Xie Jian had been married for two years and had hardly ever spoken to each other, but they slept together. Uh, would she continue to do so in the future?
Currently it seems to be 㱕.
The Xie family only has two bedrooms, so it is impossible for her to sleep in the woodshed.
I've already slept for two days, and the quilted bed is too deliberate, so I'll just have to make do with it for now.
The wooden door was pushed open, and Shen Heng was startled.
Xie Jian walked in, looking straight ahead as usual, but this time he glanced at the woman who was suddenly sitting upright and no longer keeping her head down and silent, and after just a glance, he sat down at the table and started reading.
Shen Heng was quite embarrassed and overreacted. Think about it, if Young Master Yan Song (a powerful official in the Ming Dynasty) or Young Master Yang Guozhong (a relative and powerful official in the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang) were suddenly alone in a room with you, would you be able to remain calm?
The wooden door was pushed open again, and the eldest sister-in-law, Xia, came in carrying a large bucket of water and put it down heavily. She said in a loud and rough voice, "You come to fetch water and wash every day, and you still think you are a girl in the boudoir. Food is served and clothes are provided for you. Boil water for yourself from now on." Her voice softened again, "Ajian, it's getting late, go to bed early."
Xie Jian hummed lightly.
No matter how much she cursed, as Xia had just said, after the original owner got married, these two dogs were well-fed and well-maintained. Xia had personally selected all the people in the family, and she had hoped that the original owner could speak well of Xie Jian in other people's places so that Xie Jian could take part in the imperial examination earlier.
However, the original owner resented the cruelty of her husband, hated Xia for forcing her into marriage, and hated Xie Jian, the son of a murderer, even more. How could she possibly say anything good?
According to the original owner's memory, Chen Heng scooped a few spoonfuls of warm water into the basin and then placed it on the basin stand. The bed and the wall formed a corner to create a small secret space. The basin stand was placed here, blocking Xie Jian's sight. Of course, the latter was reading a book seriously and didn't pay any attention to her at all.
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