Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 1

Dry things dry, watch out for candles—

thump—

dry...

Really NND, who is as embarrassing as her, who clearly crossed over with extremely high-tech and sophisticated calculations, but there are still omissions, and it is a big omission: the coins are wrong, the era is also wrong, forget about these, just Even the season of clothes is wrong.

The north wind was blowing, it was so cold.

Bu Youran walked on the cold street wrapped in the rags thrown out by some 'kind-hearted' family. The snowflakes fell one by one, hitting her hair that hadn't been done for ten days, hitting her A face that hasn't been washed for ten days...

There is a song in her mind now: Walking in the cold and snowy night sky, selling matches to feed my dreams...

Among the heroines who traveled through time in the books, which one did not meet high-ranking officials, or met martial arts masters, or was simply mistaken by some maids for their young ladies...

Ok.

She admitted that it was because her looks were too popular, and I was sorry for those high-class people, so no one cares about her so far.

Um, wrong, there are still some.

"Girl, eat something."

Bu Youran followed the sound and saw the face in front of him that had been covered by the wind, sand and mud so that he could no longer see his face. He was dressed in rags, holding a wooden stick in his left hand, and a black magnetic bowl in his right hand.

She shed two lines of sad tears.

The beggar thought that she was moved, and he tried to comfort her, "Girl, think about it, don't make things difficult for yourself. No matter how difficult things are, no matter how bad people are, compared to being alive, what is it?"

NND, NND.

She has cursed her partner and the so-called time-traveling research institute countless times in her heart, it is really... cheating... She is really at a loss
The beggar took out a slightly clean white steamed bun from his pocket, "Eat it, filling your stomach is better than anything else."

This time, Bu Youran took the steamed bun without hesitation, and took a big bite.

"I don't think you are a local. Could it be that you also came here with refugees?"

"En." Bu Youran still lowered her head and gnawed.

"Hey, it's been a difficult year. There are wars in the west and famine in the east. I don't know how long we can live in peace."

Isn't it... Could it be that she can't even survive the life of a beggar?
Bu Youran suddenly hiccupped.

"Slow down," the old beggar took out a jug of wine that he didn't know where he got from beside him, "Drink well."

Bu Youran smelled it, and a light fragrance wafted into her nose, which was not much different from the high-end red wine she drank in modern times, so she raised her head and took a big sip. It warmed up a lot.

Seeing that Bu Youran was also a cheerful child, the old beggar couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"Good wine!" Bu Youran put the wine jar back beside the old beggar.

"I can't see that you, a little girl, are also a little drunkard, but this is really not really good wine."

Bu Youran turned her head to see that the old beggar was trying to trick her, and she was as smart as she was, so she took advantage of the situation, "That doesn't count? What kind of counts?"

"I'll take you there to see and see tonight!"

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It was just past midnight.

Bu Youran followed the old beggar and a group of young beggars to a very wealthy family in the capital. It had a high gate and a large courtyard with high cornices. There were two stone blocks that looked like drums at the door.

If Bu Youran's guess is correct, this should be a high official's family in the capital, and it is also a civil servant.

(End of this chapter)