The so-called talented woman is good at playing chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and singing. However, they are not necessarily strong in life. Chen Ying'er is such a woman. Originally a young lady from an official family, her father was first deposed and then assassinated, and her mother committed suicide by hanging herself from a beam. On her deathbed, she betrothed her daughter to the eldest son of the Zhou family, a cloth merchant in Jinling, as his wife. She was thirteen years old this year. ¡°Having children is a unique mission given to women by God, and Chen Ying¡¯er lived up to her expectations. News that she was pregnant came out soon after her marriage. The birth of a child is a major event in the clan society. Just because the son came out of his mother's womb two months early, he was extremely happy and sad. The joyful Zhou Mansion suddenly became deserted, and the only sounds that filled his ears were the voices of others talking about him. This situation cannot help but remind people of that photo full of connotations: a white couple gave birth to a dark-skinned child, and the white wife had a bruised nose and face. Without the support of her mother-in-law, the weak-tempered Chen Ying'er's status in the family plummeted. The reason is that only new people laugh, who hears old people crying? The husband married another virtuous wife, and Chen Ying'er moved to the most inconspicuous corner of the house with tears in her eyes, doing the hardest and most tiring work for no wages. It is no exaggeration to say that she is not even as good as an old woman. The new wife was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to a son. It seemed that she was deliberately trying to stimulate Chen Ying'er. Her son was named Zhou Chun, with the nickname Ming Cong. The two children are less than two years apart. One is well-dressed and the other is in rags. The former is too smart, while the latter is more than stupid. He is simply retarded. He can only giggle and giggle all day long. The only thing that comforted Chen Ying'er was that her demented son always recognized his mother and knew how to be filial to her. Mother and son depended on each other, and fifteen years passed by in a flash. The mentally retarded son is thin, but he looks like a fifteen-year-old when he is fifteen. He has not memorized the first four sentences of the Three-Character Classic for seven or eight years. Zhou Mingcong is tall and tall, but he looks like a fifteen-year-old when he is thirteen. He can read the Three-Character Classic better than Chen. Ying'er's mentally retarded son is not much better, but the playboy is proficient in all things, and he learned how to play with girls when he was twelve years old. The young man didn't understand the principle of "Small masturbation is pleasurable, big masturbation is harmful to the body, and forced masturbation is wiped out." In just one year, he played with all the maids in his mother's room, and for some unknown reason, he decided to hit Chen Ying'er. body. Being mentally retarded does not mean being stupid. Chen Ying'er's son knew that Zhou Chun was bullying his mother, so he jumped on her and fought desperately. However, the two of them were not heavyweights at all. Zhou Chun pushed him somersault, and the back of his head hit the door threshold hard. The blood stained the floor red. Zhou Chun was petrified, and when he came to his senses, he ran away. Chen Ying'er was so frightened that her legs were weak, and she stumbled over and hugged her son, who had a face as golden as paper and an air of energy like gossamer, and burst into tears. Afterwards, she begged the housekeeper to find a doctor for her son. The old housekeeper was kind-hearted and invited the doctor to see the doctor. After hearing and asking questions, the old gentleman turned into a sigh: "There is no resurrection after death. My dear, please give me my condolences" Before the doctor could say anything, Chen Ying'er rolled her eyes and fell to the ground. "Where is this?" Chen Xu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the crude house blankly. The old doctor opened his mouth and pointed at Chen Xu. He was stunned for about half a stick of incense. He yelled, "It's a fake corpse" and ran away. His movements were not at all like that of an old man. "Fake corpse?" Chen Xu was even more confused, "Do I look like a corpse?" The old housekeeper shook his head and sighed, "Poor child," he paused and continued, "First help your mother up, she also has a miserable life. Woman." Child? mother? Chen Xu stretched out his hand, thinking it was a child's hand. Then he looked at the woman on the ground. There was no trace of blood on her face. She was muttering to herself, calling her son. He felt his heart tingling inexplicably. Why was this happening? Chen Xu only remembered that he was the top killer of a killer organization called "Dark Dragon". Because he was tired of the precarious life, he carefully planned to escape from the organization for several years, but in the end he failed. Death may be a kind of relief, Chen Xu thought this before losing consciousness; now that he is not dead, is it all just a dream? The organization shouldn't be interested in pulling such a prank, right? Although the "hardware" has not changed, the "system" has been reinstalled. This change cannot be reversed by humans. Chen Xu gradually accepted this seemingly absurd fact and his new identity. The "idiot young master" of the Zhou family has become smarter. The happiest person is Chen Ying'er. Her gloomy life finally sees the dawn of hope. After hard work, she taught her son how to read and write step by step. The son¡¯s intelligence far exceeds his mother¡¯s expectations. He can memorize obscure articles in books just once, and he can recite them fluently. "Xu'er, Mom hasn't taught you yet, how come you know it?" "You can do it without being taught. Is there a better teacher in the world than Mom?" Reading is a mental activity. For Chen Xu, currently, The most urgent thing is to exercise. The frailty of this body was beyond his expectation. At one convenient moment, he even feltWhat does it mean to be "unable to restrain a chicken"? Every day before dawn, Chen Xu would box under the tree. In his previous life, he had learned many boxing skills, but his best one was Tai Chi. Tai Chi can defend oneself against insults and defeat the enemy; it can also regulate Qi and nourish the heart, and prolong life. The real Tai Chi advocates self-cultivation in a spiritual, loose, and quiet way. When performing the exercises, the blood vessels throughout the body relax, the pores open, the bones are smooth, and the mind is calm. The amount of exercise is huge and the consumption is minimal. Chen Xu has already understood the essence of Tai Chi. The practice became so easy that in just a few days, his body had undergone significant changes. Chen Xusheng was handsome. As his energy and blood grew stronger, his lips became more red and his teeth became whiter. He was mistaken for a girl several times. Chen Xu knew that the Zhou Mansion didn¡¯t like him very much. If he was the only one, where in the world would he not go? What can't be done? There is no need for him to behave with his tail between his legs. Before he was unable to protect his mother, he did not want his mother to suffer the hardships of wandering around with him. However, the tree wanted to be still but the wind didn't stop. Young Master Zhou Chun was so lustful that he harassed his mother one after another. He couldn't bear it the first time, and he couldn't bear it the second time. The third time he couldn't bear it anymore, and he took a step back, and there was an abyss behind him. As a result, he broke both of Zhou Dashao's legs. The Zhou Mansion was boiling. Zhou Chun's mother was relentless and wanted to retaliate. The old man was furious and insisted on serving the family law. Chen Ying'er was at a loss. She just kowtowed "dong dong" and prayed to the old man. Master and madam, forgive your son. "Mom, there's no room for us here, just leave." Chen Xu looked at the old and young people in the Zhou Mansion coldly. He helped his mother forcefully, "They are not worthy of your kneeling. No one is qualified. The mother is more valuable than the son. One day I will make them crawl at your feet. " People don't live for themselves. Chen Xu's powerful words are by no means empty words. This is his promise to his mother. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Man. Chen Xu's mother and son left slowly, and no one in the house stopped them. The old man looked at Chen Xu's back with complicated eyes, creating a huge family business in the Zhou family. He was so fascinated by people that he couldn't read Chen Xu; as a father, The eldest young master lowered his head, and the strange son's gaze made him feel sincere awe. This year is the thirty-second year of the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Yan Dynasty. ; ;