"Master, I will help you get dressed."

"Master, I will help you wash up."

"Master, I will serve you..."

Early in the morning when the morning light was dim, two charming and lovely maids had been waiting at the door of the wing for a long time. Without saying hello, they broke into the house and pulled up Guo Nan who was still sleeping on the couch. They skillfully

From their action routines, it can be seen that this is how they served Guo Ai in the past.

With sleepy eyes, he felt like a puppet being manipulated by two maids. He was pulled to the dressing table, combed his crown, put on a headscarf, a loose white robe with a round collar, shiny black leather boots, and silk

The belts looked like high-end products at first glance. After asking the maid, they found out that they were imported from Persia. Guo Nan sighed, this is the life of the upper class.

Guo Nan, who should be called Young Master Guo Ai now, saw him looking at himself in the bronze mirror, feeling sorry for himself, and sighed softly in his heart: Putting on the clothes of a rich man, and with this face, he looks very good.

Pan An and Chen Shimei will definitely fascinate millions of ignorant girls while walking on Chang'an Avenue.

"Ahem, look, your young master is as handsome as a tree in the wind, isn't he?"

Guo Nan put on a pose that he thought was very handsome, and then joked to the maid standing next to him.

"Giggle, yes, yes, our sixth young master is absolutely astonishing in appearance and uncanny workmanship. His face is not much different from the cultivated land that my father carefully cared for in the countryside. He drove an old ox and used an iron plow to comb it back and forth.

I’ve done it several times.”

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, due to the nature of children, even if the master was around, the two maids didn't take it into consideration and covered their mouths and snickered unabashedly.

The younger one covered her mouth and snickered, revealing a pair of big watery eyes, which were filled with sparkling tears. What's worse, the older girl who answered the call was extremely uncooperative.

He leaned forward and backward, bent over and held his stomach while breathing heavily.

It seems that in normal times, Guo Yan in his previous life was quite indulgent towards his maid, and the master dared to run against her. Hearing this, Guo Nan felt quite happy, but the young master still had to maintain his face, so he feigned anger and acted like a big tiger.

, the ghost grinned and roared twice, threw himself in front of the two little girls, and pinched the two delicate and flowery little faces openly and hard, once, twice...

The two little maids immediately giggled and lightly punched their young master's chest with their pink fists.

"Come, let the young master smell it." The little beauty's teasing made Guo Nan look like a gangster enjoying himself. He immediately made a gesture of hugging his arms, and his round mouth was about to kiss the two sisters.

Kiss her on her tender face.

Immediately, the two girls shyly fluttered their sleeves and broke out of the door one after another. Their frightened looks were like a little white rabbit meeting a big bad wolf. Guo Nan leaned against the door and looked at the girl who was fleeing in panic, and put her hands on her hips in a very ungraceful manner.

Laughing loudly.

After sighing at the simplicity of the traditional feudal women in ancient times, Guo Nan straightened his clothes and put away his playful attitude. Following the instructions of the two maids just now, Guo Nan walked towards the main hall, where his mother Wang was waiting for her son to have breakfast.

When he was reborn in the Tang Dynasty, Guo Ai adapted to the change of identity quite well. He was a person who had died once, and being able to be reincarnated meant that God had favored him. Therefore, Guo Ai was depressed for a few days, but it was okay to see it.

Open it, and once it comes, make it safe, and live happily in the Tang Dynasty for another fifty years.

Since four days ago, the predecessor Guo Yan finally couldn't bear the treatment of Princess Shengping's extremely low-esteem husband. A standard feudal literati, who had been influenced by Confucius' Confucian culture since childhood, his mind was filled with ethics and morals and the three cardinal principles and five constant principles.

The belief that a scholar should be killed and should not be insulted was committed suicide for the eighth time. He jumped from a pagoda at Ci'en Temple in Chang'an City, but was carried back to the Fenyang Prince's Mansion by his servants to recuperate.

The soul traveled to the six sons of the Guo family. Guo Nan did not inherit the memory of his previous master. Fortunately, he had an excuse for falling from a height and breaking his head and losing his memory.

Guo's mother loved her son so much that she had no doubt that her son was any different from the past. How could she have expected that her son's soul would come and the universe would be shifted.

In the past few days after waking up, through insinuations about his servants, Guo Nan had a general understanding of Guo Ai's glorious deeds of seeking death. In ancient times, this seemed to be the performance of a chaste and individual scholar who could not bear domestic violence, but in modern times, it seems to be stupid.

The extremely single-minded approach made Guo Nan secretly smack his tongue.

For a moment, I couldn't help but think wickedly, if I didn't happen to possess Guo Ai's soul, he would jump tragically, kick his legs and raise his pigtails, and never wake up again. Shouldn't he give Guo Zishu a festival to promote loyalty and filial piety?

Righteousness, an archway praising virtue?

But when I thought about it, I couldn't help but smile. The imperial court was run by the father-in-law's Li family, and the daughter was born by the father-in-law's Li family. The son-in-law built a memorial arch because of family problems. Isn't this because the Li family is looking for trouble and promoting family disgrace?

His thoughts wandered for a moment, and he walked unknowingly to the dining hall. Before he stepped across the threshold, when Guo Nan crossed the central courtyard, he saw Guo's mother, Wang, sitting in the high hall of the main hall from a distance.

Wang is over sixty years old, and her clothes are very dignified and tidy. Time has not left many traces on her beautiful and smooth face. The crested golden hairpin is inserted neatly into her jet-black bun, and her hair is perfectly combed.

Luan was currently sitting at the head of the hall, lovingly looking at Guo Nan who was slowly approaching outside the door.

"It smells so good!" he praised in a low voice. As soon as Guo Nan stepped forward, he smelled a familiar smell of home-cooked food, including sweet and sour pork ribs and kung pao chicken, and it was the kind with enough spicy seeds. By chance,

This is my favorite dish, and I suddenly felt hungry.

"Come, come, An'er, come quickly and sit next to me."

Seeing her son's greedy look, Mrs. Wang waved to Guo Nan with a smile in her eyes.

"These are your favorite dishes since childhood."

"Uh..." Guo Nan stood awkwardly in the hall. He was either entering or retreating. The word "niang" was stuck in his neck and he couldn't spit it out of his mouth. After all, he had gone through a lot of hard work and had to feed Guo Nan until he was big.

Father and mother, they are still alive and well in the 21st century. The aunt in front of him hastily asked to be called mother, which makes him a little reluctant.

Just when Guo Nan was hesitating whether to call her "mother" or not, and her thoughts were stuck, Wang stood up to greet her, and pulled Guo Nan to the dining table with a smile and sat down.

"This child, just a few months after getting married, has become estranged from his mother. Has he forgotten his own mother since he had a daughter-in-law?"

As Wang was talking, she was originally smiling, but she suddenly realized what she had said wrongly. Her face was startled, and then she stopped smiling, her eyes turned red, and she quickly took out the square handkerchief in her sleeve and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

He sighed.

"Why are you mentioning her? If I had known that being the son-in-law of an emperor would be destined to suffer, my mother should have found a daughter from a good family for you to start a family. As long as she has a good temperament and a kind heart, there is no such thing as a well-matched daughter, even if it is an ordinary commoner's family.

All the girls are good, and if you marry them, our Guo family will not be short of a few pairs of bowls and chopsticks. We can afford to raise ten or eight children, and the whole family will be happy..."

The more Wang spoke, the more excited she became. She sat in her seat and continued to wipe her tears with her head lowered. Suddenly her voice rose an octave:

"But since Mian'er became that bullshit consort, she has just suffered a painful marriage. In the past six months, since she moved into the princess's mansion, how can she live in peace and harmony? The couple can't live together in this life, and they can't divorce..."

"Mother, mother, mother, this dish is cold. Stop talking. Stop, stop, you may hurt your body. Sit down quickly. Sit down and eat." Seeing that Wang became more and more excited as she spoke, Guo Nan repeatedly stopped.

Guo Nan was so anxious that he jumped up and down like a monkey next to Mr. Wang. He called her mother three times in a hurry, and she said mother very smoothly. He also mentioned that when working in a foreign company, he often communicated with ghost bosses and European and American customers.

He subconsciously spoke English and poked the palm of his right hand with his left index finger, adding a vivid stop gesture.

He was deeply moved by the mother Wang's strong sentiment of protecting her child. This is called deep love for her son. Guo Nan couldn't help but despise his previous life Guo Ai from the bottom of his heart:

This unfilial son couldn't stand his wife's anger, and when his head got hot, he jumped gracefully on the pagoda. The top level difficulty coefficient was 3.9, the reflexive aerial tuck and somersault for two and a half weeks, plus two and a half weeks of tilting and turning, and finally there was

Crazy 1080-degree spirals from front to back, left and right, and finally completed the first meeting gift to God - a stunning jump, my soul went to the west, and I completely forgot that there was a biological mother at home.

Guo Nan thought of his mother, who had the habit of nagging incessantly compared to the women in front of him. Guo Nan couldn't stand a mother nagging in her ears, like a female Tang monk who kept talking, especially words of concern.

, I was stunned for a long time and repeated the same words dozens of times. Almost all mothers in the world have this problem.

Touching the scene, Guo Nangang thought of his mother and father in the countryside in the 21st century. By the way, he thought of his cuckold wife, who was so angry that she died of a myocardial infarction. The white-haired parents gave their black-haired son a final death, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for my old parents.

"Don't cry, be good, my dear. I gave birth to eight babies. All seven of them look like old men. They are a bunch of rough guys who don't know how to express their emotions. They say hello in front of my mother. They hold it in for a long time and don't even know how to collapse one of them.

Those unfilial sons are so stupid that they only repeat one or two sets of good words every time they come and go. My mother can even recite them by heart. It’s better to be warmer, who is born like my mother’s temperament and has delicate emotions.

Every emotion I have is shown in front of my mother. Ever since I was little, I have always loved to cry in my mother’s arms..."

After saying that, he pulled Guo Nan into his arms, who was speechless and in pain, and patted his back to comfort his son lovingly.

"Cough, cough." Guo Nan's ears suddenly became hot. He understood the principle of men and women not being intimate. Although this was a cheap old woman who gave her body and skin, Guo Nan felt strange being hugged like this by a woman he had only known for a few days.

weird.

He immediately thought up his wits, Guo Nan smiled coquettishly, coughed twice, then wiped the glistening tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeve, gently broke away from Wang's arms, moved his butt back to the seat next to him, and tossed his hair coolly:

"The kid is fine. I'm hungry. Let's eat."

As expected of a wealthy family, even the breakfast was so rich and exquisite, it was comparable to a state banquet. Wang was diligently picking up food for his son, while Guo Nan sighed while burying his head in eating and devouring the meal.

After Guo Nan was reincarnated, he had a really big appetite. He devoured the food like a tiger and a whale. The servants walked back and forth in the hall, but they didn't stop serving the dishes or taking away the plates.

Regardless of color, shape, combination, and carving, the dishes are like exquisite works of art. They are so pleasing to the eye that you can’t bear to eat them.

"Master, these dishes have the aroma of crispiness, oil, incense, burnt aroma, numbness, spicy aroma, onion and garlic aroma..."

Next to me, there was an old chef who was over 70 years old and kept giving instructions and introducing various types of dishes on the table.

"Wow, we have such a great chef in our family." Guo Nan slurred his words while swallowing the food.

"It seems that Mian'er has not recovered from the knock on her head. She has a bad memory and has even forgotten how many chefs she has. This is the famous chef You invited from Sichuan five years ago. There are also Jiangsu cuisine and Cantonese cuisine.

, the chefs of Shandong cuisine are cooking in the dining room."

Then Wang seemed to remember something, and finally added:

"By the way, why not try the Arabic noodles and horse butter pancakes from the largest food country in West Asia?"

"Pfft -" Guo Nan was taking a sip of clear soup, and suddenly it accidentally sprayed onto the face of Master You, who was leaning over to introduce the dishes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Guo Nan apologized to the old man repeatedly, and Master You smiled kindly.

"Can our chef also cook foreign dishes?"

"No, last year there came to our house a wandering missionary from the country of food in Chang'an. He had a tall nose and deep eyes. My mother saw how pitiful he was sleeping at the gate of the palace in winter, so she took him in. Coincidentally, he said he knew how to cook food in his hometown.

art."

After eating breakfast for more than an hour, I walked out of the Fenyang Prince's Mansion. My stomach was full. I hadn't eaten so happily in a long time. In addition, the blue sky above the ancient city of Chang'an in winter and the clear water in the canals around the streets made me step on the road.

Standing on the stone arch bridge, standing in a bustling market like the Riverside Scene during the Qingming Festival, looking at the various ancient people in ancient costumes, and taking a deep breath of the clean air rich in negative oxygen ions from 1,300 years ago, Guo Nan was in a good mood, and was constantly looking around.
To be continued...