Why do I have the lowest fighting ability among the whole family?

Chapter 1: Lost in the book? !

Pei Shao died, but was woken up again.

Why don't people stop even after death!

She stretched out her hand and rubbed her head. Just when she wanted to see who was making the noise, she heard a sharp female voice.

"Cheng Anbai, looking at you like this, you probably won't live much longer, right?"

Pei Shao's movements suddenly stopped at this startling sound, including the touch of her hand on her head, which was not right. She tremblingly stretched out her white and tender hands in front of her, looking shocked.

Isn't she dead?

Pei Shao carefully moved his body and realized that he had shrunk countless times. His arms and legs were so fleshy that he looked like a two or three-year-old child.

The woman standing arrogantly in front of the bed led a group of servants to surround Lixiang Garden. She raised her hand and motioned for the maid beside her to step back. She caressed the delicate Dankou in her hand boredly and looked at Mrs. Cheng on the bed and said softly.

She walked leisurely to the bed and looked down at Mrs. Cheng, her eyes filled with pride and happiness that could not be concealed.

"What about the legal wife? If you don't have a good mother-in-law, why don't you have to be trampled under my feet? Live your life looking up to my breath?"

She picked up the medicine bowl placed aside and was about to pour it towards Cheng.

"Aunt Ding! I hope you will not lose your dignity!"

The maid waiting by the side saw her wife being humiliated and was so angry that her whole body was shaking. Finally she couldn't help but stood up and said angrily through gritted teeth.

"My wife is the Marquis who is being married by the eight-carriage sedan chair of the Hou Mansion! Aunt Ding is supposed to be a concubine in front of my wife."

Mrs. Ding sneered, as if she had heard a big joke. She threw the medicine bowl aside and said disdainfully: "Madam?"

After that, she turned her head to Mrs. Cheng on the bed and looked her up and down, "I'm afraid the lady who is paralyzed on the bed and unable to move is not as popular as the Marquis who is out there picking the stars on the top of the building."

Zhaixinglou is a famous place in the capital for searching for flowers and willows. Comparing Mrs. Hou with the girls from the brothel is a blatant insult.

The medicine bowl rolled on the ground twice and then broke into several pieces. The dark medicine juice in the bowl spread all over the floor, leaving a bit of an unpleasant bitter taste.

Even in this situation, Cheng, who was lying on the bed, still spoke softly and slowly, with a hint of the gentleness of a Jiangnan woman in her tone.

"Bai Ying, step back."

Seeing the tense momentum of the people in front of him, Pei Shao struggled to stand up from the bed without caring about his little arms and legs.

Logically speaking, Pei Shao shouldn't sleep with Mrs. Cheng, but the little girl was young and Mrs. Cheng was worried about her, so she kept her in her own room.

Pei Shao was already two years old at that time, but he was still babbling and couldn't speak clearly. Compared to Aunt Ding, a girl who was precocious and could recite the Three-Character Sutra at the age of three, she was considered stupid.

She climbed out of the quilt with great effort, stretched out her white fingers and pointed at Ding, "Bah!"

After eavesdropping for so long, she had a little understanding of her current situation.

Cheng Anbai, Ding, wasn't this the character in the storybook she read in her spare time?

She had an excellent memory and almost didn't need to recall. The plot of the storybook at that time came to her mind one by one.

If the guess is correct, the body she is wearing is Pei Shao, the daughter of Mrs. Cheng of Wu'anhou.

It's quite a coincidence that my name has been Pei Shao my whole life.

Pei Shao is very receptive to the matter of wearing a book by himself - there must be a road to the mountain, so wearing a book is better than being dead!
  Hearing that crisp bah sound, Mrs. Ding's face quickly turned grim. She had just ordered the maid next to her to catch Pei Shao. Before she could do anything, Jin Qiu, the eldest maid in her courtyard, hurried in and knelt down. on the ground.

"Second Madam! The Marquis is here! He is heading to Lixiang Garden!"

Mrs. Ding glanced at her suspiciously, then reluctantly threw Pei Shao back on the bed, and asked the group of maids beside her to retreat. She stood beside Mr. Cheng's bed and began to wipe her tears insincerely. This is what Pei Haoting, the Marquis of Wu'an, saw when he entered the house.

He nodded happily, pulled up a stool and sat down beside Cheng's bed, held Cheng's hand and greeted her for a while.

Pei Shao's teeth were sore listening to it.

She loves storybooks, and she remembers the character in this storybook quite clearly - Marquis Wu'an, who can be said to be the most hypocritical person in the entire article.

When he was young, he went to the south of the Yangtze River to provide disaster relief and met Cheng Anbai, the only daughter of a wealthy merchant in the south of the Yangtze River. He came to ask for marriage in person and brought Cheng home in a sedan chair. At that time, he was not the Marquis of Wu'an, but an inconspicuous concubine of the old Marquis of Wu'an.

There are three legitimate sons of Marquis Lao Wu'an. It stands to reason that he would never get the title. However, he married a good wife and the Cheng family was well off. When there was a severe drought in Nanruan and the people lost their income and were displaced, Cheng His mother's family spent all their wealth to distribute food for disaster relief in his name, which brought peace to the south of the Yangtze River.

This huge achievement, coupled with the hereditary title of Marquis Wu'an, fell to him.

Pei Shao looked at her with teeth itching, so she crawled up to Mrs. Cheng, separated the hands of Wu'an Marquis Pei Haoting and Mrs. Cheng, and lay down on Mrs. Cheng.

"Ryo, give me a hug."

Perhaps because this body is only over two years old, Pei Shao feels that his temperament is uncontrollably biased towards a two-year-old child.

She grinned stupidly at Mr. Cheng, but in her heart she was madly scolding Pei Haoting.

【He is a big bad guy! Mother, don’t be deceived by him! He must be hating his mother now and thinking about Aunt Ding who bullied her just now]

Mrs. Cheng paused for a moment, and the joy she had just heard her daughter speak was washed away by the little voice. She looked at Pei Shao suspiciously.

Seeing that Pei Shao didn't open his mouth, Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead, thinking that maybe she was too tired these days and was hearing hallucinations.

"I'm tired, so Lord Marquis will go and do some work today. An Bai is not in good health, so Lord Lao has to worry about it."

Mrs. Cheng calmly took out her hand and hugged Pei Shao who was lying on top of her.

"Shao Shao is young and behaves shamelessly. I am afraid that I may have offended Aunt Ding. I would like to ask the Marquis to express my apology on Shao Shao's behalf."

Pei Haoting paused and took his hand back without even looking at Pei Shao. He just smiled and said, "It's natural. Madam, please don't worry."

"Bai Ying," she called out in a loud voice, her tone still Wu Nong's soft voice, "Send the Marquis to Aunt Ding's courtyard."

Pei Shao was silly and happy at the side, and suddenly heard a voice coming from nowhere:
  "Dip - Congratulations to the host for successfully binding the blind box system, or you may get a newbie gift package*1. Please make good use of the blind box system, make good money, and reach the top of your life."

Not only Pei Shao heard the sound, but Cheng who was holding her also made a sudden movement, pursed her lips and looked around.

But Pei Shao doesn't know this yet.

She was already immersed in great joy.

She knew that God was treating her well!

Is this the legendary golden finger that wears books? She knew that if everyone else had it, she would definitely not lack it!

Listening to the messy words that were incomprehensible, Mr. Cheng looked strange.

Who is possessed by a ghost? Why is this ghost so noisy?

　It's a fun and enjoyable article, but the logic is not very strong. Don't join the party if you are strict about it.

　　When reading the book, you can point out anything that seems unreasonable or problematic. If it can be corrected, I will try my best to correct it. I don’t have much experience in writing books. I hope we can grow together and not be unfinished. If the data is not good, I will try my best. Write

　　I want to tell a complete story

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)