Reborn and married to uncle, husband and wife teamed up to abuse scum.

It would have been better if Xin An hadn't asked. As soon as he asked, Tang Mo's tail almost flew up to the sky. He said proudly, "When have I ever messed up something?"

"Now you know how good I am. Let me tell you, when it comes to reliability, I am way better than someone else."

"So, are you starting to regret why you went against me in your previous life?"

Xin An's eyes widened, "Have you forgotten that I am the one who can suppress you all the time?"

Tang Mo sneered, "I'm a good man and I don't want to fight with a woman. I'm not serious with you."

Being drunk, he walked to Xin An and sat down dizzily. He put his arm around Xin An's shoulders and pulled her closer to him. "I'm telling you, you don't know how hateful you were in your previous life. That face of yours, it's like I owed you money and didn't pay it back. But you're not like that when facing Tang Rong. You look so humble. I look down on you."

"What do you think is good about Tang Rong? He is as good at talking as me, as good at handling things as me, and as handsome as me?"

She spoke with a lisp, and the smell of alcohol sprayed on Xin An's face, making her subconsciously move away a little, but as soon as she moved away, Tang Mo followed her and moved a little, "You don't know, I am a little taller than Tang Rong in terms of height. I tell you, he is not a good person, he is too thoughtful."

Xin An didn't want to talk to the drunkard, so he said perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, you are the most handsome, you are the best at talking, and you are a good person."

"Good man, please move aside, you are going to crush me."

Tang Mo was happy, and he leaned all his weight on her. He grabbed her hand and said, "You are a capable person. You should stay with me for the rest of your life. We can kill him with our combined swords. It's so impressive, so impressive."

Xin An rolled his eyes and wanted to call someone in, but he was worried that this guy would say nonsense and talk about his past life all the time. If someone didn't know him, they would think he was possessed.

"Get up, go back to your room and sleep."

"I'm not going, I'm staying here."

Tang Mo kicked off his shoes and lay down, still muttering, "You vicious woman, don't even think about driving me away."

Xin An took a deep breath and kicked him twice. Tang Mo, who had closed his eyes, opened them and tears quickly filled his eyes. "You hit me?"

"I beat you to death."

Xin An kicked him again, "Drunkard."

"You hit me..."

Tang Mo, who was completely drunk, turned over and hugged the quilt and started crying, muttering "you hit me" intermittently. Xin An was dumbfounded. It was the first time in his two lifetimes that he saw a drunkard go crazy. He heard that some drunk people shouted and screamed in the street, some took off their clothes and ran wildly, and some cried loudly. What kind of young wife is Tang Mo like?

"What kind of wine did you drink? It has such a strong aftereffect."

It was fine when I came in. Did the style change too quickly?

Hearing him sobbing, he suddenly found it quite interesting. After thinking for a while, he took out the lantern, lit it and went to the study. When he came back, he brought writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. After lighting another lamp, he started to grind, and gently lifted the quilt to see how Tang Mo was crying.

"This little tear is flowing, tut tut tut, I'll draw it for you and let you see it with your own eyes tomorrow morning."

His mood improved as he became interested. He picked up the pen and started drawing with a smile. After a while, an ugly monster hugging a quilt and crying loudly appeared on the paper. Although the monster was ugly, it could be recognized as Tang Mo at a glance. He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction and wrote the words "You hit me, you hit me" next to it. The whole painting suddenly came alive and he wanted to laugh when he saw it.

At this time, Tang Mo didn't know that his ugly drunken appearance was painted. He had already fallen asleep hugging the quilt, but there were two clear tear marks on his nose.

Xin An looked around the room with the painting in his hand, and finally placed it in the most conspicuous place, ensuring that Tang Mo would see it the first thing he saw when he woke up tomorrow morning.

Morning came quickly. When Tang Mo woke up, he saw Xin An sleeping in the corner. His head ached. Why did he sleep in the main house again?

Seeing that he hadn't changed his clothes, he woke up Xin An as soon as he sat up. After all, she was still thinking about laughing at Tang Mo subconsciously. After waking up, she didn't have any bad temper at all, and gave Tang Mo the first smile of the morning, "Are you awake?"

Just this smile, Tang Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly checked his clothes, fearing that he would be taken advantage of by the devil Xin An. Xin An still smiled and said, "Get up when you wake up. You still have to go to the Beiya Army today. It's not good to go too late."

"Oh, I'm a little thirsty, can you help me get a glass of water on the table?"

Tang Mo had a suspicious look on his face, thinking frantically about what happened last night. He just remembered that he drank the sobering soup when he came in. Logically, he should have gone back to the room after drinking it. Why was he here again? Could it be that this woman coveted his handsome looks and tall figure, and wanted to do something bad to him, but failed in the end?

"Go quickly."

Xin An urged him, and Tang Mo got off the bed suspiciously. He walked to the table and saw the painting. The person in the painting was hugging the quilt and crying loudly. When he saw the small words, his blood suddenly surged. He grabbed the paper and wanted to tear it, but Xin An, who had quietly followed him, snatched it away and asked with a smile, "How is it? Is it very vivid?"

"Do you remember what happened last night? Tell me why you cried so sadly. You looked so pitiful. I was so soft-hearted that I wanted to reward you with some jewels to comfort you."

Tang Mo recalled the vague memory and immediately wanted to use his toes to dig a hole for himself to crawl into. Xin An laughed out loud and admired his masterpiece carefully, "Hahahaha~~~"

The more I watch, the more I want to laugh.

"Bring it here."

Tang Mo wanted to snatch it, but Xin An would not let him do so. The more he tried to snatch it, the louder Xin An laughed. Lai Lai and Chun Yang outside the door looked at each other, wanting to know what happened in the house.

"My aunt, please, tear it up."

Tang Mo began to beg for mercy, "If this gets out, how can I live my life?"

What a sinister woman! She actually drew his ugly appearance.

Xin An turned his back and folded up his painting. "I won't tear it up. I'll take it out and admire it when I'm in a bad mood in the future. It can also make me happy."

"You think it's easy to draw this? It just came to me suddenly, and my brushstrokes are so smooth. I've never done that before."

Tang Mo always wanted to grab it, but he couldn't. "Then can you promise not to spread it out and not let a third person see it?"

"Please, I am your man in name only. If I embarrass you, you will not suffer any harm, right?"

Xin An agreed, "Don't worry, I'll close the door and enjoy it. Go wash up quickly and go out early. You still have a tough battle to fight today."

I had originally wanted to use my connections to arrange a meal with Liao Zhi, the commander of the Northern Ya Army, but after asking around, I couldn't find anyone who was on good terms with him, so I had no choice but to go ahead today.