The King of War's conviction was an impromptu decision made by the Emperor after receiving the secret message. His people came in early to guard it. They pretended that they had no time to transfer the property, but who would they be if it weren't for them?
He even dug up the latrine and looked into it. He was covered in feces and didn't even fish out a single coin. He was so angry.
Kicked him in the chest: "Get out of my way."
At this time, a soldier ran in and said something in Yan Feng's ear. Yan Feng looked serious, said "Retreat" and hurried away with his men.
"What do they mean? Is there something big going on in the capital?"
"Don't talk too much." Mrs. Mo changed out of her rough shirt and took off her hair accessories. There was no decoration on her body, but she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Mrs. Mo looked more like her mother without her gorgeous clothes, and Rongli unconsciously wanted to get closer.
The officer escorting the prisoners was organizing the team in front. Zheng Like came over and asked in a low voice: "Can Brother Beichen's hand be saved? Is there anything I can do?"
Mo Yifeng's head was buzzing. He was punished badly by his sister just because he said something wrong. Didn't he want to lose face?
Seeing his angry look, Zheng Like thought it was hopeless, and comforted her with regret: "Don't be too sad. It's good to be able to save your life in the face of a disaster. If you need anything, just say it." You're welcome."
Mo Beichen, who had lost the aura of the King of War, was already inferior to others. How could he be worthy of her if he even lost his body?
Why! It's really fate that makes people happy.
Who would have thought that Fengyue Jihua's war king would become what he is now.
Where Mo Yifeng couldn't see, Zheng Li glared at Rongli hatefully, it was all because of this broom star.
Rongli pretended not to understand and gave her a big smile, which made Zheng Like very angry.
Sister Ke'er must be very sad when her eldest brother is dead, and Mo Yifeng feels unhappy.
He wanted to comfort the goddess, but Zheng Like had already turned around and left.
Mo Yifeng looked at her back in a daze, didn't Sister Ke'er like to stick to her eldest brother the most?
Why did she leave without looking at her eldest brother?
Maybe it’s too sad, that must be it!
His every move could not escape Eiri's eyes, but she didn't say anything.
All the servants in the palace were sold, and only the masters were exiled, but the total number of people was quite large. From the palace of Prince Zhan to the gate of the city, people were standing onlookers.
At the gate of the city is the gathering point of the exile team, and they are waiting for someone.
Not only them, but several groups of people were exiled at the same time, some of them prisoners with marks on their faces and heavy shackles on their necks.
There is a Jiuwang Pavilion at the gate of the city, which means that on the way there, you should not have any more delusions, delusions, greed, delusions, forget your origins, forget your virtues, forget your heart, forget your feelings, and forget your thoughts.
The translation means: Don't look forward to the way home, don't promise the date of return.
It also means to be less of a wishful thinking person.
Jiuwang Pavilion is a place where exiles say goodbye to their relatives. They will give some money and food to them more or less.
Officials don't care about this, because most of it will fall into their pockets.
Eiri thought she would throw rotten eggs at them like in the TV series, but it turned out that she didn't. All she had was the battle king's praise and trust.
Some people even gave them business carts in recognition of their hard work.
This was the guy they were eating with, so of course Mrs. Mo wouldn't want it, but Rongli started to think about it when she saw that the officials didn't drive him away. With the cart, she wouldn't have to carry it, and they would be much more relaxed along the way.
She took the initiative to accept the cart and quietly put a few pieces of silver in the vendor's basket.
Mrs. Mo said she didn’t want it, but in fact her legs couldn’t bear it for a long time.
How could a pampered lady have ever experienced such hardship? She was rarely allowed to walk, let alone carry people for long distances. The mountains in Beimo were high and the road was long, and there were no carriages and horses to help her. She was afraid that she would not be able to get there.
And her son, she didn't want him to suffer.
So when Rongli accepted it, she didn't say any more words of rejection, and gratefully thanked the vendor again and again.
As soon as Mo Beichen was settled, Mo Laoer came over.
"Sister-in-law, you see that my aunt is getting older, why not let her ride on the scooter too."
In his opinion, they should use this cart first. It would be nice if Mo Beichen, that loser, had a cart to lie on.
Aunt Zhao and Zheng Like supported the old lady.
The old lady pursed her lips and looked at them with an unkind expression.
Aunt Zhao is the biological mother of Mr. Mo and Mr. Mo.
Mo Lao Er's wife, Mrs. Liu, also said: "Yes, my aunt has taken care of our family for many years. When she gets old, she will suffer with us. Sister-in-law, it would be too unfilial for you not to agree."
An unfilial hat was pulled down, and Mrs. Mo straightened her mouth.
It was like this before. Whenever she had something good, they wanted to take it. If she didn't give it to her, they would put pressure on her aunt and ruin her reputation. Even her children thought she was a heartless and unfilial person.
Mrs. Mo suffered a lot of cowardice because of this.
In the past, she just took it. But now it was different. What if they took the cart away from her child?
The daughter-in-law asked for the cart for her son, and she had no control over it.
Privately, she definitely didn't want to give it to her. She wasn't the one who was taken advantage of, so why should she give up good things to others.
But she was a junior, and it would be unfilial to refuse directly. The two children were still watching, so she turned her attention to her daughter-in-law Rongli.
"The cart is not mine, I can't make the decision." Besides, we are all exiles, why should I give the cart to you.
"You are the mother-in-law. Isn't it just a matter of your words whether you give me or not? I think you did it on purpose. Do you want to tire your aunt to death?" Ms. Liu is very spicy and sweet. With the old lady's favor, she has never given up. Take the big house seriously.
The third daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhang, also echoed: "Sister-in-law, it's your fault. You can't live in poverty and live in wealth. We will eat with you. You don't make good things cheaper for others."
No wonder the beautiful mother-in-law doesn't like to talk to them. These two mouths are really not something that ordinary people can resist.
Rongli knew that Mrs. Mo was not soft-tempered, but she was born in this era, when filial piety and righteousness were paramount, and people who stuck to the rules could not get out of the framework of three obediences and four virtues.
It doesn't matter, she has always liked to be a villain, let's teach her a lesson today.
He glanced at Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zhang briefly, and said rudely: "Why didn't you help me when I was carrying someone just now? I thought all the elders in the family were dead.
Haven't you enjoyed the good days in the palace? I didn't see her being soft when wielding the crutch. Why, now that there are benefits, are you eager to jump out and take advantage of it? Where are your faces? "
After her reminder, Mrs. Mo felt a dull pain in her back again.
Rongli treated her with wood-type powers and tricked her into just applying some medicine.
"W-what did you say?" Mrs. Liu raised her voice, "How did you talk to the elders."
The sharp voice attracted the attention of many people, and she quickly turned her face away when the old lady glared at her.
The old lady was very face-conscious when she was young and disliked others disobeying her, so she was very disgusted with Rongli's behavior.
