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

He was now possessed by the scholar named "Xia Xuan", but after a moment of trance, he received Xia Xuan's more detailed memories.

Xia Xuan, courtesy name Jingyuan.

He is only twenty-three this year, and he is a rare person, a rare and exhaustive person.

In country F, there are always people who come to visit students in high school, send things, and establish connections. There are not many poor people.

The original owner had no hands in these matters, and most of them were handled by his parents.

With this treatment, everyone in Quan City knew that such a nerd had taken advantage of him.

That’s right, it’s him!

He is a deaf scholar who can do nothing but prepare for the imperial examination. He is a stupid scholar who is known to everyone in the city.

The original owner wasn't that famous originally, but he happened to be admitted to the imperial examination and had a bunch of top-notch relatives.

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

The original owner's father was a passionate lover. He married concubines one after another, and gave birth to sons one after another. When the children were about to start families one by one, they couldn't stand being alone, and the family property was divided one by one.

But the original owner's mother took special care of her natal family. During those years, she helped her natal brother get married and start a family, and she spent a lot of money on buying a house.

What is even more unfortunate is that the parents of such a scholar passed away when he was admitted to the Juren Examination and was about to continue his scientific examination.

At this moment, Xia Xuan was dumbfounded.

What can be done?

Due to such changes, he could no longer go to Beijing to take the exam, so he had to stay in Quancheng to observe mourning for three years.

In the past three years, it was not a 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 cut the wool.

If this wool is worn for a long time, it will become bald, let alone a human being?

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

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

After most of his things were defrauded, none of these relatives came to the door. The original owner was also unlucky to have this bunch of top relatives on the stall.

Afterwards, the original owner observed mourning for three years.

Governor Feng's family came to talk to the matchmaker and forced Feng Qingling to the original owner.

Although Feng Qingling's life in the prefect's family was unsatisfactory, she still had to have some external dignity. She brought a lot of dowry with her when she got married, which also attracted the best relatives who had originally ignored the original owner.

Feng Qingling is not an easy person. While fighting wits and courage with her best relatives, she also gave birth to a child for the original owner.

It seemed that she was passionately devoted to the original owner. If it hadn't been for what happened later, who would have known that the virtuous woman who washed her hands and made soup was so unrestrained and free in love.

After sorting out the messy memories of the original owner, Mo Chuchen estimated that Feng Qingling was probably not very happy to stay with the original owner. It was probably because the wild system needed the original owner's luck, so she stayed there for two years because of coercion and inducement.

After his thoughts returned from those floating speculations, Mo Chuchen put down the delicate brush he had been holding in his hand. He was now in the study.

The desk in front of me is of average workmanship and ordinary materials, but the paper on the desk is excellent. Otherwise, I wouldn't be considered a nerd. The original owner just had a bad diet. The paper and pen used for practicing must not be bad.

Mo Chuchen looked at other things.

There are only two bookshelves in the study room. The bookshelves are filled with books and there are many paintings hanging on the walls. None of them are paintings by famous artists. They are all painted by the original owner himself. One of them is a portrait of Feng Qingling.

The original owner really loved his wife deeply, and even the portrait was lifelike, making people feel the friendship.

"Today is the day for Feng Qingling to escape."

When the little system saw that the host was leisurely admiring a room full of paintings, it couldn't help but give a reminder.

"Well, there's no rush."

Mo Chuchen was stunned for a moment, showing some emotion.

Unexpectedly, I, who had always been single, would fall in love with a time-travelling girl in the blink of an eye.

It's just that the time-traveling girl has an emotional entanglement with the original owner, and he doesn't want to stage a Qiong Yao drama with the time-traveling girl.

Not only did he want to be a father, but he still had to fight with the child's mother. He had to figure out how to arrange this matter first, lest the time-travel girl who was desperate later would think of the cheap husband of the original owner and eagerly come back to establish her presence in front of him.

.

"The original owner was supposed to take the imperial examination and then reach a high position. He was destined to have a wife and no children. However, this wild system took away his luck and forcibly gave him a child."

After contacting the situation before and after, Mo Chuchen's eyes darkened slightly. This system wanted to change the life of the original owner beyond recognition in order to prevent the original owner from making a comeback. The child's death was also a key piece in the attack on the original owner.

How could he let the wild system get what he wanted? He wanted to keep the child, and he also wanted to open up the road to success again for the original owner.

With this in mind, he put away all the things related to Feng Qingling in the study. To restore the original owner's luck, he would have to start the imperial examination again. He didn't want to see the troubled child in the study.

Portrait of his mother.

【When will we recycle the wild system?.】

The little system asked subconsciously, and then thought about it, this host is still a newcomer and does not have any ability to capture the system.

"Waiting for the side mission to be completed!"

Mo Chuchen answered naturally. It was obvious that he would not use too much power from outside the world in his small world.

Capture props must be purchased in the system mall. Points can be obtained by completing the side tasks of the original owner, and the points can be exchanged for props. The so-called side tasks are not only the wishes of the original owner, but also various details, such as things that the original owner has not mentioned.

Scientific examinations, etc.......

Hearing this, the little system felt even more uncomfortable. This newcomer was too proficient in time travel and communication methods.

He is simply an experienced driver!

At that moment, countless thoughts accumulated in the heart of the small system. It always felt that there was some truth in it, but it couldn't grasp the trace of something wrong.

One afternoon, Mo Chuchen did not go out to contact Feng Qingling. Instead, he checked the books in the study room. In addition to a few sage books, this bookshelf also contained many enlarged editions of famous works and gossips.

The gossip is similar to the modern "newspaper" in which many current deeds are written. Because it is aimed at scholars, most of them contain romantic deeds and rarely include trivial life.

As evening approaches, the sun sets and the sky is shrouded in large fire clouds. Lanterns with candles have begun to be hung on Xia Xuan's house.

Mo Chuchen finally waited for the boy in Tsing Yi.

"Sir, sorry, sir, my wife is missing!"

Before the boy in Tsing Yi arrived at the study, the voice had already reached Mo Chuchen's ears. When the boy entered the study, the voice of the retelling became much quieter.

"What's going on?."

Looking at the trembling boy lying on the ground opposite the desk, Mo Chuchen asked softly.
Chapter completed!