I've been reborn, who still wants to be a cowardly little white flower?

Walking up the mountain, Chunzhi was always nervous and looked around from time to time.

Jiang Yuan came close to her and whispered, "Don't worry, it won't happen here. This is the ancestral grave. How can we do something like this that will cause us to be struck by lightning in front of our ancestors?"

Chunzhi nodded, still nervous.

Jiang Yuan stood there expressionlessly as they took out the items for ancestor worship. However, Jiang's father would pay attention to Jiang Yuan from time to time, probably because he was afraid of being laughed at by her.

Jiang Yuan caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and sneered in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, so he let him guess.

Aunt Qiu is now the main wife. After Jiang Zhou offered incense, it was Jiang Hao, and then Aunt Qiu.

Unexpectedly, she held up the incense and said, "Ancestors, please don't blame me. My elder brother is busy with his studies and has no time to come to worship. Please don't be angry. Please bless my elder brother and make him the top scorer in the imperial examination.

That’s right, after high school, I’m afraid I’ll be even busier and won’t have time to come and worship my ancestors.”

Jiang Zhou's face turned dark. He never expected that Aunt Qiu would be so disregarding of the situation and say these things at this time.

Jiang Yuan was also very puzzled. His brother was not here today, but Jiang's father did not say a word. How did Xie Yunxiao do it?

After the aunt kowtowed, she stood up and saw Jiang Zhou's dark face. She realized belatedly that she had said the wrong thing, so she shrank her neck and took several steps back.

Next it was Jiang Wan and Jiang Yuan's turn, and they burned incense together.

Hold three incense sticks high above your head, bow, then insert them and kowtow. This is the process.

Jiang Wan raised the incense above her head and bowed, but after Jiang Yuan bowed, he did not put up the incense, which made Jiang's father frown.

"My dear ancestors, that girl just now looked unfamiliar, right? She is my father's new concubine. Our ancestral graves are really filled with smoke. The concubine has now turned over and become the mistress. My dear ancestors really have a good way of educating their children!"

"Jiang Yuan, shut up." Jiang Zhou roared.

Jiang Yuan laughed, "Look, father is so powerful now. My brother is his biological son, so naturally he has to learn from his father."

Ignoring the anger behind her, Jiang Yuan went forward to light the incense. When she came back, she saw Jiang Wan looking at her in surprise. She didn't dare to act like this in front of her ancestors' graves and talk nonsense. Could it be that her second sister was possessed by ghosts?

"Big sister, what are you looking at? Am I pretty?"

He snorted coldly, then knelt down and kowtowed.

Jiang Wan glared at her and finished the memorial service slower than her.

"Father, don't be angry. This is what my daughter said. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked."

Jiang Zhou raised his arms high, and Jiang Yuan's eyes changed instantly when he looked at him. Facing such a dangerous look, Jiang Zhou couldn't put his hands down.

Jiang Wan suddenly remembered the four slaps she received, and her face began to hurt unconsciously. At this moment, she actually felt a little bit of anticipation in her heart. She wanted to know, if her father hit Jiang Yuan, would she slap him back in the same way.

I have to say, this is the bad nature of human beings. If there is a pit in front of you and you step on it and sprain your ankle, you won’t tell others. Only when others also step on it and sprain their ankle, you don’t seem to feel so bad.

Jiang Zhou's slap ultimately failed to land on Jiang Yuan's face.

On the other hand, Jiang Hao, who was standing aside, looked at Jiang Yuan with an unfriendly expression. The servants packed up their things and the group walked down the mountain.

Jiang Hao suddenly said in a sarcastic tone, "Second sister is really amazing now, and so is elder brother. My mother is right. They don't even come to worship the ancestors. Do they really not even recognize their ancestors? I wonder if such a person meets the imperial court's selection criteria."

Jiang Yuan put his hands behind his back and walked casually, continuing Jiang Hao's words, "I don't know if this talisman is suitable, second brother can go and ask.

But my second brother, who is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, will definitely not do.

Oh, by the way, even if the court does not follow these, with the little knowledge that my second brother has, I am afraid he can only write his own name clearly.

Tsk tsk tsk, people who are not qualified to play, don't worry so much."

"you..."

Jiang Hao was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Jiang Yuan chuckled and glanced at the family, "I'm not saying anything, but you guys have such little fighting power, and you dare to get close to me. It would be a bit uncomfortable if you didn't get scolded.

Cheap bones. "

After saying that, Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes, quickly passed Jiang Zhou and walked to the front.

Chunzhi had to jog to keep up with her speed.

Jiang Wan tugged at Jiang Hao's sleeve with some disdain, "Why did you mess with her? Do you have the final say over her?"

Jiang Hao replied, "You also provoked it."

"Shut up." Jiang Zhou lowered his voice to stop the two of them. Looking at Jiang Yuan's back, a murderous thought rose in his heart.

He got on the carriage and walked back slowly.

Chunzhi started to get nervous again. Everything was fine when she went there, and everything was fine when she was offering sacrifices to her ancestors. The only thing that would cause trouble would be when she was leaving.

He raised his head and glanced at his girl, who was leaning against the carriage, dozing with her eyes closed.

The driver driving today was the same one who took them to Huangjue Temple last time. Jiang Yuan specifically found him and said there was a dangerous but profitable job, asking if he wanted to do it.

The driver nodded and agreed without saying a word. The reward Jiang Yuan gave him last time was enough for his whole family to live in luxury for a year.

Jiang Yuan's carriage was at the end of the convoy. In the front was Jiang's father and Aunt Qiu, followed by Jiang Hao's, then Jiang Wan, and finally Jiang Yuan. Behind Jiang Yuan there was also a cart carrying things.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the sound of horses running and the wind outside. The day was getting colder and colder.

Suddenly, the noise ahead became chaotic: the driver was shouting, the horses were running, the maids were screaming, and there were many men making threatening noises.

Chunzhi was stunned for a moment, then squatted down and huddled under the seat. Her movements were so fast that even Jiang Yuan was amazed.

The driver pulled the reins hard and the carriage started running quickly. Jiang Yuan opened the window and saw the other three carriages running in one direction.

I am heading in the opposite direction.

Why were they moving in opposite directions? Because the dozen or so people who suddenly appeared, all holding knives, stood between Jiang Yuan and the other three carriages, and all of them were chasing after her.

The horse-drawn carriage behind turned around and ran back, and no one chased it.

Jiang Yuan smiled, this is too obvious, it's not even real.

He opened the door and patted the driver on the shoulder. The driver pulled the reins hard, and the two horses neighed and stopped.

Coming out of the carriage, he said to the driver, "Go in."

The driver quickly hugged his knees, rolled towards the carriage, and got in, not forgetting to close the door.

Jiang Yuan stood on the carriage frame. The two horses kept pedaling anxiously. He had to say that the horses in the Marquis' Mansion were not ordinary horses.

A dozen men holding large knives chased after the girl, and when they saw the girl standing on the bicycle frame, they were all stunned. This was not quite like the script.