"Xiao Qi, is An Chunming the male protagonist of this small world?"
Xiao Qi: "Yes."
An Jingzhi lay on the bed and looked up. It seemed that An Chunming was indeed as great and glorious as the original owner remembered.
According to the rules of the quick-travel small world, the male protagonist must be an upright person.
Since you are a gentleman, it will be easy to do.
An Chunming can study, so let him study and directly change the fate of the entire An family.
What he needed to do was to get his mother to join him in building a good relationship with An Chunming and his mother, so that An Chunming would not forget them after he became successful.
It's another world where you can win easily.
If An Jingzhi took the imperial examination, he would definitely be on the list, but since he could motivate others to take the exam and win easily, why should he work hard?
In addition to the conflict with the male protagonist, there is also a mission point which is the original owner's mother.
The original owner's mother focused all her attention on her scumbag father throughout her life, but her scumbag father was very generous and married one concubine after another.
If his scumbag father had married these concubines with his own ability, An Jingzhi would not have said anything. After all, having three or four wives seemed to be a very normal thing in the ancient world.
But the scumbag dad relied on the original owner’s mother to make his fortune!
Before he proposed to marry the original owner's mother, he was just a peddler, and the original owner's mother was the daughter of a scholar.
He once promised to marry only the original owner's mother for the rest of his life, but later on, as his business grew bigger and bigger, and after the original owner's mother's scholar father passed away, all his vows vanished into thin air.
If they didn't still live in Zeyun County, not far from the original owner's mother's hometown, and the original owner's mother's scholar father was also a well-known person in the local area.
It is uncertain whether the original owner's mother can continue to be the legitimate wife.
When he married his first concubine, he used the excuse that the original owner's mother was infertile. But after the original owner's mother gave birth to the original owner, he used the excuse that the original owner's mother was too old and ugly to take good care of him.
Nowadays, in the backyard of the An Mansion, concubines are jealous of each other every day.
There is no one as law-abiding as An Chunming and his mother.
The reason why the original owner was injured today was because he heard that his scumbag father had married another concubine. The original owner was worried that his mother would be sad, so he hurried home.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly ran into An Chunming and his mother halfway. The original owner was not interested in this kind of semi-transparent backyard. He only took a few steps and fell into the lotus pond in the yard when he passed by them.
To outsiders, it seemed very likely that An Chunming and his mother had done this, causing the original owner to fall into the lotus pond.
Neither the mother nor the son is a good person, but they have one thing in common: they love each other very much.
Ever since the original owner was born, he was held in his hands and in his mouth, and almost every request was granted.
In addition to the ancient reason of wanting a son to support oneself, this son was born with great difficulty.
"Jingzhi?" Dong Shuangyan stared at the servants in the small kitchen. After preparing the meal, she brought it to the door herself, knocked lightly, and said in a low voice.
Hearing the noise outside, An Jingzhi replied softly from his bed, "Mom, I'm awake, please come in."
Dong Shuangyan then pushed the door open and walked in, followed by two little maids.
As soon as he came in, he put the meal on the table, walked quickly to An Jingzhi's bedside, and asked with concern:
"Jingzhi, how do you feel? Are you feeling better? Your father is so heartless. His son is so sick, and he still doesn't know how to come home!"
Seeing Dong Shuangyan's indignant look, An Jingzhi comforted her, "It's okay, Mom. You already know what kind of person my father is. Let's just ignore him."
He smiled and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."
Dong Shuangyan then sighed, then quickly stood up and asked the maid to bring her the food.
"The doctor said you shouldn't eat greasy food since you just recovered from a serious illness. I made some millet porridge for you."
A maidservant at the back quickly chimed in, "Master, this was warmed by Madam herself over a low fire. She worked on it for nearly an hour."
Dong Shuangyan scolded with a smile, "Why don't you just help the young master up?"
The maid sighed, walked to An Jingzhi's bed, and helped him sit up and lean against the headboard.
It seemed that Dong Shuangyan wanted to feed her son herself. An Jingzhi adapted quickly and enjoyed his mother's service with peace of mind.
"Mom, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good."
After taking a sip of the millet porridge, he praised:
"What kind of craftsmanship is good? What kind of craftsmanship can be reflected in a bowl of millet porridge? You are just trying to fool me." Dong Shuangyan smiled with her eyes narrowed.
Although the woman in front of him was wearing somewhat exaggerated clothes, it was difficult to conceal her youthful charm.
In the original owner's memory, Dong Shuangyan didn't seem to dress like this usually.
Oh, I remember now. Today is the day when the scumbag dad comes home. Dong Shuangyan dressed up deliberately to please the scumbag dad, but she didn't expect that the scumbag dad went somewhere with his friends and drank until late at night before coming home.
Moreover, he sent someone to send one of his concubines home in broad daylight.
"Mom, I think you look better in your regular clothes. Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing so many pearl hairpins on your head?"
The maidservant at the side was indignant for Dong Shuangyan, "How can it not be uncomfortable? Every time Madam wears this outfit, her neck always hurts for several days after returning home."
Dong Shuangyan quickly scolded the ignorant little girl, "Shut up! When did you interrupt me before I even started talking?"
Dong Shuangyan has two personal maids who were picked out by her from poor families and raised since childhood.
Although she is mean to others, she is very nice to the two little girls around her.
Otherwise, these two little girls wouldn't dare to interrupt like that.
The two little girls in my memory were indeed very loyal.
Along with the original owner of Dong Shuangyan, he was sentenced to death.
Dong Shuangyan didn't really blame the two little girls. She knew that they were worried about her, but she didn't want to make her son worry.
"Mom, Xiaoqiu doesn't want you to suffer." An Jingzhi said, "My father probably won't be coming home, you should change out of this outfit first."
Dong Shuangyan was silent for a while, and silently handed the empty bowl of millet porridge that An Jingzhi had already finished to Xiaoqiu.
"Do you think Mom is really old?"
Looking at the inexplicably sad Dong Shuangyan, An Jingzhi shook his head and said firmly, "Mom, you are not old. In my heart, you are a peerless beauty. No one can compare to you!"
Dong Shuangyan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She gently tapped An Jingzhi's forehead with her finger, "You, you've always been sweet-mouthed since you were little, always good at making me happy."
If her son hadn't been with her all these years, Dong Shuangyan might have died long ago.
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