Reversing Life

"Tell me what you saw!" Wen said angrily, "It was them who did the scandal, not you. They are not afraid of being embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed?"

"This slave saw... This slave saw... Mr. Zhao and Aunt Lan kissed!" the little girl whispered.

After hearing this, Mu Yunxian's face showed just the right amount of anger, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger. Zhao Youcheng originally wanted to throw Mu Yunxian's hand away, but Mu Yunxian was too strong and he couldn't shake it away, so he had to say: "Brother Wen, I respect this lady as your first wife, and I will be happy with you." Be reasonable. This maid belongs to Madam, so how can she take what she said during her stay in the house? She is clearly jealous of Aunt Lan! I advise you to take a break early!”

Wen became more and more angry, but said nothing. Hearing what he said, Mu Yunxian smiled instead: "Who told you? Her?" Mu Yunxian pointed to Mo Lan'er who was kneeling on the ground and said, "My wife has given me a son and a daughter. How can you be jealous of a concubine when you are loved by everyone in the house?"

His expression suddenly changed: "Someone, lock him up for me!"

"You...how dare you?" Zhao Youcheng asked anxiously.

"Why don't I dare?" Mu Yunxian said softly.

He didn't plan to lock Zhao Youcheng for how long. It was only three hours. After he copied the plug-in, he could leave. It won't work no matter how long he is detained. If word spreads that he was detained as an adulterer because he was found guilty, let alone whether others believe it or not, just say that some people believe it. There is no evidence, and the government does not believe him.

Zhao Youcheng was locked up next door. Mu Yunxian let the copy plug-in system start running, and then said to Wen, "You go out first."

Wen was stunned.

"It's okay if you don't go out, I'll just say it." He turned around and sat down on another chair, and asked Mo Laner in a gentle voice: "Why are you doing this?"

This is also a question that employers have always wondered about. The employer had three concubines. Except for the one who died in childbirth, among the remaining two, the more favored was Mo Laner. In terms of grievances, Mrs. Wen, as the head wife, was even more grievances than she was.

Mo Laner cried: "I didn't... didn't... the little girl who just spoke is clearly my wife's person. Why do you only believe her and not me?"

"Because I have a brain." Mu Yunxian was not impressed by her at all, and said, "You have been here for several years, and you still think I am a fool."

Mo Laner didn't think so, so she stopped crying.

"After that, if I am satisfied with what you have to say, I will give you to him as a concubine. If you are not satisfied with what you say, I don't know what to do with you." Mu Yunxian said: "At home It’s not a big deal to have more idle people, but this idle person can’t enjoy the blessing of a concubine.”

"I... I just want to be fresh for a while..." Mo Lan'er quietly raised her head and glanced at Mu Yunxian's face. It was obvious that the face was the same as the one who usually treated her tenderly and considerately, but she couldn't help but tremble.

"Continue, there is more." Mu Yun said casually: "Send someone to search her room and bring her belongings."

The group of people didn't know what Mu Yunxian was going to do. When the things were brought, Mu Yunxian said slowly: "Let's talk about it. I can't accommodate you in my house. If you want to make me happy, I will show mercy. Let you take these things away."

"Tell me what you saw!" Wen said angrily, "It was them who did the scandal, not you. They are not afraid of being embarrassed. Why are you embarrassed?"

"This slave saw... This slave saw... Mr. Zhao and Aunt Lan kissed!" the little girl whispered.

After hearing this, Mu Yunxian's face showed just the right amount of anger, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger. Zhao Youcheng originally wanted to throw Mu Yunxian's hand away, but Mu Yunxian was too strong and he couldn't shake it away, so he had to say: "Brother Wen, I respect this lady as your first wife, and I will be with you well." Let's be honest. This maid belongs to Madam, so how can she take what she said during her stay in the house? She is clearly jealous of Aunt Lan! I advise you to take a break early!"

Wen became more and more angry, but said nothing. Hearing what he said, Mu Yunxian smiled instead: "Who told you? Her?" Mu Yunxian pointed to Mo Lan'er who was kneeling on the ground and said, "My wife has given me a son and a daughter. How can you be jealous of a concubine when you are loved by everyone in the house?"

His expression suddenly changed: "Someone, lock him up for me!"

"You...how dare you?" Zhao Youcheng asked anxiously.

"Why don't I dare?" Mu Yunxian said softly.

He didn't plan to lock Zhao Youcheng for how long. It was only three hours. After he copied the plug-in, he could leave. It won't work no matter how long he is detained. If word spreads that he was detained as an adulterer because he was found guilty, let alone whether others believe it or not, just say that some people believe it. There is no evidence, and the government does not believe him.

Zhao Youcheng was locked up next door. Mu Yunxian let the copy plug-in system start running, and then said to Wen, "You go out first."

Wen was stunned.

"It's okay if you don't go out, I'll just say it." He turned around and sat down on another chair, and asked Mo Laner in a gentle voice: "Why are you doing this?"

This is also a question that employers have always wondered about. The employer had three concubines. Except for the one who died in childbirth, among the remaining two, the more favored was Mo Laner. In terms of grievances, Mrs. Wen, as the head wife, was even more grievances than she was.

Mo Laner cried: "I didn't... didn't... the little girl who just spoke is clearly my wife's person. Why do you only believe her and not me?"

"Because I have brains." Mu Yunxian was not moved by her at all, and said: "You have been married for several years, do you still think I am a fool?"

Mo Lan'er would not think so, so she stopped crying.

"Go on, if you say something that satisfies me, I will give you to him as a concubine. If you say something that does not satisfy me, I don't know what to do with you." Mu Yunxian said: "It is not a big deal to keep an extra idle person at home, but this idle person can't enjoy the blessing of a concubine."

"I... just covet the novelty of the moment..." Mo Lan'er quietly raised her head and glanced at Mu Yunxian's face. Obviously, that face was no different from the pillow man who treated her gently and considerately, but she couldn't help trembling.

"Go on, there are more." Mu Yunxian said, "Send someone to look for her in her room and bring her belongings."

A group of people didn't know what Mu Yunxian was going to do. When the things were brought, Mu Yunxian said slowly, "Let's talk about it. There is no room for you in my house. If you make me happy, I will show mercy and let you take these things away."

As he spoke, he opened the box. At the bottom was a stack of silver bills. Mu Yunxian took out the silver bills, called the servants over, and gave each of them one. At the end, he stared at a servant for a while and said, "Do you have a dog at home?"

The servant nodded stupidly, and Mu Yunxian said, "I'll give you one more."

After the silver bills were distributed, Mu Yunxian wanted to distribute the jewelry again. At this time, Mo Lan'er's face was full of resentment.

"Who are you doing this for!" She stopped crying and kneeling, and stood up directly, sneering, "I have been different from her since I entered this door!"

Mo Lan'er was referring to Wen. Mu Yunxian didn't take her madness to heart at all, and said lightly: "She is a wife, you are a concubine, of course you are different, you are just a plaything."

Mo Lan'er said: "Since I can remember, I have taken good care of myself and tried to make myself different from those crazy girls. I have suffered so much in learning piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, but why do you treat me like this?"

"How did I treat you?" Mu Yunxian's expression at this time coincided with that of his employer: "How do I remember that you promised to be a concubine yourself? At first, your mother was unwilling to agree, and you persuaded her. You really don't know what it's like to be a concubine?"

"He is different." Mo Lan'er said: "Even if he is a concubine, he will love and protect me. How can he be like you."

"No, no, no." Mu Yunxian's emotions were completely stabilized, and he smiled: "He is really the same."

Looking coldly, Zhao Youcheng is just a reserve of Long Aotian, a time traveler with a golden finger, who is merciful everywhere, and will take revenge for the slightest offense from others, and make others' families broken up. Speaking of Long Aotian, Mu Yunxian has the most say - he got his start in Long Aotian's harem.

He couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to this fool. He took out some silver from his purse, stuffed it back into the box, called a servant over, and gave her the box.

"Send her to Zhao Youcheng's house." Mu Yunxian shook his head and said, "Today is your birthday. I was planning to ask someone to bring your parents and brother to meet you, but now it's unnecessary."

Mo Lan'er was stunned for a moment and left without looking back.

Wen Shi never spoke. After Mo Lan'er left, she called a maid next to her and gave her a few instructions.

"What did you say?" Mu Yunxian asked with a smile.

"It's just to let them tell the truth." Wen Shi still felt unsatisfied and said, "She got it for free!"

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Mu Yunxian's ultimate goal was to retaliate against them, not to do anything else, so he was very satisfied with the current situation.

If he took action, it might not be worse than if Mo Lan'er did it herself.

Before Zhao Youcheng came here, the Zhao family was the poorest family in the village, and his family members were notorious rogues. For example, his grandmother. She would throw a tantrum when something happened, and she was not afraid of anything.

Earlier, it was mentioned that the reason why Zhao Youcheng did not take the imperial examination was to settle his wife and children. Yes, he had a wife, the daughter of a butcher from the same village as him. On the surface, she looked gentle and virtuous, comparable to Mu Yunxian's mother in the first mission, but in fact, she was much more cruel than Mu Yunxian's little white lotus mother.

Especially during the time when Zhao Youcheng came out, because of his rising status, there were always women around Zhao Youcheng, and the fake white lotus was always stimulated. When someone really came to the door, the fake white lotus could not sit still.

The neighbors talked quietly in a place where their family could not see.

"Where did Mr. Zhao bring that beautiful young wife back from?"

"You don't know her? Isn't this the Wen family's concubine Lan... Mr. Zhao has been a teacher in their family for the past few months. Now that he has lost his job, he brought someone else's concubine back. Why do you think so?"

The rumors were enough to make Mo Lan'er drink a pot. In addition, at home, she and Zhao Youcheng's original wife, the fake white lotus, fought like black-eyed chickens, and had to endure the torture of Zhao Youcheng's mother and grandmother - although they were vulgar, they also looked down on women like Mo Lan'er who despised themselves, and they also had a mentality that who was their son, how could Mo Lan'er be worthy of serving him?

In a few months, the originally delicate Lanhua was tortured into a leek. Zhao Youcheng thought she was beautiful, and he had pity for her at first. After a while, Mo Lan'er was not as beautiful as before, and the coquettish complaints in her mouth became nagging like a shrew, and he was too lazy to pay attention to Mo Lan'er.

If Mo Laner came again, he would remember the humiliating days in the Wen Mansion.

Mu Yunxian only locked him up for three hours before releasing him. He didn't have any external injuries on his body. He couldn't sue the officials even if he wanted to. Not to mention that if he sued the officials, they would go all over the street and complain that he was raped for sleeping with someone else's wife. The house is tidied up.

So embarrassing.

But just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean others don't know. There was already a lot of gossip around Mo Lan'er when he left him, and with Mu Yunxian pushing the situation behind his back, his situation became even worse. His character as a romantic and talented man was in jeopardy.

Mu Yunxian was happy to see the excitement, but Wen was not so happy. She was an authentic ancient woman, and she couldn't be happy hearing her husband being discussed every day. After thinking about it, she asked her maid to find a servant in the house, gave a few instructions, and waited to see the joke.

The servant found Mo Lan'er and said a few words to her, which was roughly what the Wen family meant, telling her to leave quickly and not to embarrass the Wen family here. If she is willing to leave, Mrs. Wen can give her some more money.

At this time, Mo Laner was almost collapsed by the Zhao family. She was right to be optimistic about Zhao Youcheng and felt that he would definitely become a high official in the future. It was better to be a concubine for him than to be a concubine for Mu Yunxian, a small town rich man. But now, Zhao Youcheng is tired of her. He has no hope of ever becoming a high official. Every day of his life is like hell, and his life is miserable.

Without much thought, she agreed with what the servant said. Before leaving, he quietly pried open Grandma Zhao's box, took away the money inside, and ran away without a trace in the night.

Money comes second, but now Zhao Youcheng has completely become a laughing stock. Anyone who sees him has a subtle expression on his face, and even his more noble classmates are reluctant to associate with him. Once he went to a poetry gathering, and three or five people saw him. They immediately looked unhappy and stood up to say goodbye to the host, which made him very embarrassed. Even the great Confucian who was far away in Yuzhou City and had a good impression of him wrote a letter specifically, asking him to cherish his feathers and respect himself and love himself. The words he used were so heavy that he couldn't help but blush.

He really couldn't stay in this small town any longer, so he decided to go directly to the capital and wait for the imperial examination next spring. When he arrived in a strange place, no one knew what happened to him, and he was a good man.

When Mu Yunxian received the news that Zhao Youcheng's family had moved to the capital, he was flipping over his playbook and murmured a few words after hearing the news: "He is too cooperative, this is just right for me. "

The person sitting next to him asked, "What did Brother Wen say?"

Mu Yunxian pretended to regret and said: "It's just a pity for Brother Zhao. What a talented man he is, why can't he understand this kind of truth? It's just a few idle words. It doesn't hurt his bones. How can he care about this kind of thing? At this point, running away is not what a hero would do."

The friend next to him thought deeply and said: "That's right, that's right."

Hearing this, Mu Yunxian became more energetic in his acting and said, "Yes, it's just a concubine. If Brother Zhao wants it, I will give it to him. Why do this for a woman?"

"Yes, yes!" The friend slapped his thigh: "Add this sentence, add this sentence!"

So Mu Yunxian lowered his head and wrote quickly.

One revenge mission has been put on hold for the time being, and he is now trying to figure out how to complete the second mission. The employer is greedy and not only wants profit but also fame. Mu Yunxian decided to start from his old profession - the entertainment industry to find a solution.

He wrote a new script and showed it to a circle of friends around him. Everyone agreed and even spread the word. A famous actor volunteered to act in the script. Mu Yunxian pretended that he couldn't stand his pleading, and just excused himself by saying that the script of the play had not been completely written yet and that he would have to wait until he had finished it before he could perform it. For a time, there was an endless stream of literati and poets in his small town.

Mu Yunxian thought this way. The actors in ancient times were low-class and had no reputation, but the literati who wrote the scripts for the theater troupe were not. He took out a good playbook and let famous actors perform it, which made him famous, and his family also opened a printing shop.

When that drama really becomes popular, he can sell peripheral products. The cheap ones include bookmarks and small wood carvings. The expensive ones are a complete set of books. He signs his name on them - and then asks the famous actor who starred in the drama to sign one. , how quickly the money comes.

As for the easy management issue raised by the employer, Mu Yunxian also considered it. He targeted his employer's three children. I don’t know where the employer is. He is not easy to teach, so why are these three children not easy to teach? One of the three children will eventually mature. When the time comes, the employer will just sit back and be his old man. He won’t have to take care of it, let alone have any difficulty.

He just needs to rest on the reputation that Mu Yunxian has built, sit and count money and wait for people to praise him. If Mu Yunxian is happy, he can ghostwrite and leave him two more sets of scripts to ensure that he will never be a gangster.

While he was making things prosperous here, he did not forget Zhao Youcheng who was far away in the capital. Spring is in March, and now it is November. It is said that Zhao Youcheng has regained his status as a talented scholar there, is doing well, and is becoming more and more courageous. Mu Yunxian has read a poem written for him, and has switched from plagiarizing unknown poets to popular poets. A famous poet.

"Old Wang." In the newly opened printing shop, Mu Yunxian gave him a pamphlet: "Just go and print three hundred copies of this, and don't spread it outside. This is what I will give when I go to Beijing next year." For human use.”

What was printed in that booklet was "Zhao Youcheng's poems", including those he had read and those he had not read. Who is not a time traveler?