Majestic figures came in and out of the mansion.
The soldiers carried the boxes out one by one, then put white seals on them and carried them to more than a dozen carriages parked at the door. When these soldiers saw Su Chen, they showed no expression.
There were wailing sounds inside the gate of the mansion. A group of relatives living in the mansion were being driven away by several soldiers with their bundles in their arms. When they saw Su Chen coming back, they swarmed over and pointed at the soldiers and horses around them and kept talking.
There were many voices that could not be heard clearly in his ears. Su Chen ignored them and squeezed out from among them. The hall in the front yard and every room were sealed, and most of the things that could be moved inside had been removed. Take it out and put it under the eaves to wait for counting.
An official from the state government recognized Su Chen and whispered: "Master, please don't mess around." Then he added: "Master Marquis and Governor Tang are over there in the atrium."
Su Chen did not answer, and there was no expression on his face. The surrounding soldiers, crying maids and servants all stepped aside to let him pass. From across the atrium, there were more cries.
The elder sister-in-law Yin Suhuan hugged her mother and almost squatted on the ground and cried loudly, obviously already knowing the news of her elder brother's death; the second sister-in-law Hua Hong shed tears and argued with a soldier, trying to get back her jewelry box; the second brother gritted his teeth and Staring at a general in armor, the other general ignored him at all and was talking to Su Congfang, who looked dull.
"Master Su, this is His Majesty's will. I hope you don't blame me. Now that the matter has come to this, the Marquis will still follow His Majesty's will. He will move out of here tomorrow and live outside the city. A house has been selected for the Marquis and his family. .”
On the side, there was Tang Huaiyuan, the governor. He stroked his beard and sighed: "Master Marquis, don't be sad..." In fact, he really couldn't find anything to comfort him.
After all, the eldest son died, the Marquis was removed, and all the family belongings were not confiscated. It would be difficult for anyone to accept such a blow.
Su Congfang's eyes drooped, as if all her energy and energy had been sucked away at this moment, she slowly moved her steps and turned around to leave.
"Master Suhou."
At this time, next to the general, a man wearing an embroidered brocade robe stretched out his hand to stop Su Congfang. He had a rough voice, but had a handsome face in his early twenties, with a smooth chin and no beard.
"You have to take off your marquis robe and jade pendant. Common people don't want to wear them. If you go out on the street, you will be jailed and beheaded."
"Then you have to go back to your room to change. You are bullying me too much!" The old woman got up from the ground. The sister-in-law next to her cried and rushed forward to catch her. She was almost crazy because of her husband's death.
After taking a few steps closer, Su Lie somehow bounced back and hit the old woman. When Su Lie saw his mother being knocked to the ground, he rushed forward with a cry of "Ah!"
The handsome man glanced at him, and with just one glance, Su Lie was sent flying out of the air.
Then he was caught in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground. When Su Lie turned to look, Su Chen kicked a potted plant on the ground toward him, and then it exploded in mid-air.
"Haha, it turns out he is the young master of the Su family."
Among the flying debris, the man raised his hand to grab it, and Su Chen was sucked two steps forward without control.
The man changed his claws into palms and pushed forward.
There was a bang, Su Chen's robe shook and spread open, and the distorted light and shadow of the air rushed directly through his body and spread to the back. The weakness in his limbs instantly spread throughout his body. Su Chen retched a few times, stumbled a few steps, and sat down on the ground.
What's going on...why do I feel weak?
Feeling the strangeness coming from his body, Su Chen raised his palms and moved his fingers, but it felt a little difficult.
hehe.
The man chuckled and waved his fingers, "I will destroy your martial arts skills. From now on, you must be an obedient citizen, otherwise I will really kill you next time."
Don't be afraid, even if your martial arts skills become useless, you won't be afraid either.
Su Chen stood up with difficulty and looked at the other party's smiling face. He knew he had to endure it and tried to communicate with King Cao Cao of Wei who was wandering around the house, but what came out was blank. The merit bar in his mind was flashing at any time. They all seem to disappear.
At this moment, in the peripheral vision, a black smoke floated from the south.
There was also the smell of burning wood.
He felt something bad in his heart. He took off and stumbled towards the south chamber, rushing into the Crescent Gate. Thirteen was held by several soldiers with spears on their necks, shouting heartbreakingly: "Don't burn me." !”
More than a dozen soldiers were coming out of the ancestral hall carrying a bunch of spiritual tablets, and they all threw them into the fire.
"What are you doing?!" Su Chen looked at a spiritual statue being thrown into the fire. He rushed over, but was stopped by several heavily armored soldiers and pushed back.
At this time, a man in a green brocade robe walked out of the ancestral hall. When he saw Su Chen, he came over with a smile and whispered: "Young Master, these things in the ancestral hall are overstepping the bounds. If your majesty knows, it is not just like confiscating the house." Simple, luckily Commander Fei and the fox-faced Qin Zhuang didn’t come over, I’ll burn these things first.”
This man's tone was indifferent, but he seemed to be protecting the Su family.
After saying that, the man turned his back and continued to guard the spiritual tablets, burning them one by one, before he led the others away. Su Chen stood there, looking at the burned-out fire. The spiritual tablets that had been used to burn incense and worship had long since turned into a pile of ashes.
The wind blew and dust flew around him.
The merit bar in my mind disappeared completely at some point.
"Little Marquis." Thirteen came over with a mournful face. Su Chen shook her head twice, forced out a smile, and waved to him: "Little Marquis, please stop shouting. Let's go. You are free too."
Thirteen shook his head, sniffing and followed Su Chen as usual.
The sky gradually turned westward, and everyone in the family was kicked out. Su Congfang crossed the threshold of the mansion, looked back at the plaque on the door of Su's mansion that was being taken off, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Come on! I respectfully request you to raid your home!"
The old man's face flushed, and he cupped his hands and bowed to the soldiers escorting him around: "Please be careful, don't damage the door plaque."
Seeing Su Chen's footsteps appearing vaguely, Su Congfang smiled and said, "Ah Changsheng, our family is gone."
"Our family is still here."
Su Chen looked at the door plaque that had been taken away, and forced a smile: "As long as you are still here, home will still be there. Dad, let's go home. There will be a chance to come back in the future."
After comforting the old man, he sent him to the carriage to sit with his mother. He took one last look at the door of the house that slowly closed, turned around and got into the carriage behind, and sat with his eldest sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, and second brother.
On the street, people who heard that the Su Mansion had been confiscated and had their property confiscated poured into the street. Among them were many people from all walks of life in the city. They watched in silence as the carriage drove away slowly.
"Master Su!!" Someone shouted.
On several streets, a huge crowd of people standing on the street shouted, "Although Ding'an City is not rich, it is still stable. During the drought, the prince has been running around to help the people and the victims. They all see it." See you.
After hearing the news, the victims outside the city even blocked the city gate, and the escorting Imperial City soldiers and horses were as if they were facing the enemy. For fear that these people would rebel, Su Congfang got out of the car and said many words of comfort, and then the dark crowd dispersed. Make way.
The carriage drove slowly over and headed south along the official road. Five or six miles away, it was surrounded by farmland and woods. Close to the woods was an old and dilapidated house with only six rooms and weeds in the yard. There were clumps of trees, and the roof tiles fell loose, revealing a big hole. It had snowed heavily before and drifted into the house, and there was still a large puddle of snow that had not melted.
Su Congfang, wearing coarse clothes, stepped out of the carriage, took his old wife's hand and walked into the courtyard. Looking at the desolate scene, she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry to all the ancestors of the Su family." He looked at his old wife, his voice choked with sobs: "I'm even more sorry to you, for making you suffer with me when you are old."
Xiao Wei held her husband's hand and said, "If you hadn't saved me back then, I would have drowned a long time ago. Husband, look at this house. It's not too dilapidated. After some repairs, it will still be habitable."
The old woman wiped the corners of her eyes and turned back to look at Su Lie, Su Chen, their two daughters-in-law, and Shisan and Chunmei who were following them.
"This is the place to stay from now on. Let's clean it up while it's still dark and spend the night."
Without saying a word, Chunmei and Shisan put down their baggage and walked into the room to clean up the debris and snow. Su Lie took his wife who was unwilling to move and walked over.
Su Chen also nodded and remained silent in the yard, pulling out calf-high weeds. His sister-in-law, Su Huan, cried softly and joined in.
The sky was getting dark, and the family was sitting in a dilapidated hall without tables and chairs, all in silence by the rising bonfire.
As the night deepened, a few barks of dogs occasionally came from the distant villages. In the same night, the woman from the Qiao family was riding on horseback, speeding on the snowy official road. She had two thin knives on the left and right behind her, and on her waist. There were two hanging on each side of the room. With the light of the dim moonlight reflecting on the snow, we braved the biting cold wind and rushed to Ding'an City.
When she was tired, she dismounted from her horse to rest. When she was hungry, she took a bite of cold and hard steamed buns, and then continued on her way.
At the same time, there was also a figure who had already exceeded his physical limit and stumbled around. He was injured in more than ten places, and the wounds were all inflamed and red.
