exile? She emptied the emperor's private treasury and escaped from famine

"Nan Zhihe, it's quite relaxing for you to ride a donkey alone. Why don't you think about grandma?"

"Grandma has worked hard all her life. As she gets older, her legs and feet are swollen and painful, so she can't sit on your donkey?"

Mr. Nan shouted at Nan Zhihe while following the black donkey.

This section of the mountain road was rugged, and everyone climbed up and down, working exhaustingly. The official's whip seemed to urge them to reincarnate, which made them return to the high intensity of walking all day long.

The old lady beat her lower back and staggered as she walked, as if she was about to die.

"My grandson, please let grandma sit and rest for a while."

The old lady waved from behind, panting.

Nan Zhihe glanced at Mr. Nan calmly and said, "Is the old lady dying?"

"Yes."

"No, the old lady can't walk anymore." Mr. Nan realized what he said and changed his words.

"Third uncle, what do you mean, you will carry me?"

"Maybe Third Uncle can help me hire a doctor to heal He'er's muscles and bones?"

Mr. Nan: "..."

"You see, Third Uncle can't even take care of himself. How about asking Zhize to carry you? He is young and strong, huh?"

Nan Zhize, who was named, suddenly became unwell.

Nan Zhihe's eyes were cold: "Uncle Third, I burned my hands and feet yesterday when you threw a stone at the pot. It's serious now. Why don't you go take a look? If it doesn't get better, I'll be in big trouble."

Mr. Nan: "!!!"

This doesn't mean shooting the pot with a rock, it's clearly shooting oneself in the foot.

Do you really think that he is doing it all for the old lady and doesn't want to ride? Those who fall behind will be whipped!

But will Nan Shijie regret it? Not really.

He thought he had a good enough attitude, but Nan Zhihe pushed back and blocked him, making him upset and his face immediately changed.

"Nan Jihe, you really want to see your grandmother break her leg because of you being implicated, don't you?!"

"Nan Zhihe has already fulfilled his duty of filial piety and owes nothing to anyone. If the old lady really breaks her leg, it's because of your reckless behavior, third uncle. If I want to blame you, I blame you."

"Nan Jihyuk!"

Nan Shijie took out a knife from nowhere and gestured to insert it into the live donkey: "Nan Zhihe, if you don't listen, then you won't be able to keep your donkey in the future!"

Full of threats.

He didn't believe it, so Dafang wasn't nervous about the donkey he bought for a huge sum of money?

Do you really think there is nothing he can do?

If it doesn’t go as he wishes, no one will be able to sit down!

"Really?" came a cold female voice from behind.

Nan Shijie's knife was still shining in his hand, but he was caught off guard and kicked away violently from behind.

He flew straight into the air and fell into a big mess.

Seemingly learning from the past, Nan Shijie threw the knife out in desperation, but he did not avoid it. It might have been a big stone that rolled down the mountain and was lying on the road.

Smashed hard!

"master!"

Wu waved her hand and ran over from behind. As soon as she came, she quickly hit her head on the stone. Nan Shijie, who couldn't get up for a long time, helped him up.

A big hole was made on Nan Shijie's forehead. Bright red emerged from the hole and snaked down his nose and eyes. It looked terrible.

"Ah, murder, murder."

"Wei Chuyu, you killed someone!"

Wei Chuyu looked at them with cold eyes and said: "Shut up, is your man dead? If he is dead, I will ask the official to cut off his ears."

Wu: "Woo woo woo..."

"You poisonous woman, I'm going to fight you!"

Wu raised her two fists and rushed to Wei Chuyu fiercely, intending to beat the executioner who kicked her man to death, but she was slapped twice in the face and went back in embarrassment.

"Father, mother!"

Nan Zhihan's eyes were spitting fire, like a lion with exploding fur, and he slammed into Wei Chuyu from behind, but was unexpectedly kicked down by Nan Zhize and knocked to the ground.

Nan Zhilin followed his brother over, his face flushed with anger, his short eyebrows knitted together, and he raised his small fist and rushed towards Wei Chuyu: "I'll beat you to death, beat you to death, you cheap hooves!"

Damn, these three wives scolded her a lot behind her back.

Wei Chuyu's feet moved and changed, causing Nan Zhilin to scurry around like a headless fly.

Finally, she flew across Nan Zhihan's body, and Nan Zhilin pulled him across with his short legs and stepped on his brother.

Nan Zhihan screamed, and the two brothers fell to the ground together.

The chaos was finally stopped by Tang Chatou.

The third room angrily accused Wei Chuyu in front of the official.

No matter what they said, Wei Chuyu said lightly: "It's Nan Shijie who wants to kill people with a knife. Tang Chatou, you don't want something big to happen on the first day you take over, right?"

Can you blame her?

The more Nan Shijie lives, the more she becomes a bandit. He even dares to kill her little donkey. It's like scratching in the coffin - he doesn't know whether to live or die.

Naturally, some officials saw that it was Nan Shijie who drew the sword first, which seemed to be detrimental to Nan Zhihe.

Tang Lei looked at Nan Shijie who was being supported. Nan Shijie had just covered his head and huddled on the ground, feeling miserable.

I have recovered now, but the person is not very nice either.

Tang Chatou asked: "How are you doing?"

He placed his five fingers in front of Nan Shijie's eyes and shook them.

Nan Shijie shook his head with distracted eyes, raised his finger to point to his wound, and said with difficulty: "Master, I'm afraid I won't survive."

His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he felt dizzy. He suddenly closed his eyes and fell over.

"master!"

"father!"

The people in the third room were so frightened that they jumped up and quickly supported him to prevent him from sliding down.

"Master, don't leave before me!"

"My son, open your eyes and look at your mother!"

Wu and her mother-in-law sat on the ground, crying loudly. They shook Nan Shijie flat on the ground, but there was no response.

"Wei Chuyu, you killed someone, you killed my father!"

Nan Zhihan's eyes were scarlet, and he wanted to jump over to find Wei Chuyu to pay for his life, but was stopped by the official.

"You little bitch deserves to die, pay for it to my father!" Nan Zhilin cried and fussed.

Did she kill someone?

"Didn't he ask for this?" Wei Chuyu said coldly.

If she hadn't deliberately observed just now that Nan Laosan wasn't so dizzy when he got up and didn't fall so smoothly, she might have really believed them.

Tang Lei felt Nan Shijie's breath with his fingers and said, "He is still alive."

"Get up and go on your way while you're still alive!"

"Master, how can you talk like that? She killed my father. Even if my father is not dead now, he is almost unbearable. You can't just ignore her!"

"Yes, sir! Kill for life, and pay debt for money. This is the ancient truth!"

Wei Chuyu stood still to see what they were doing.

"Chu Yu, if anything happens, I'll take care of it. Don't be afraid."

The man's still calm voice came, and Nan Zhihe gently pulled her finger.

Wei Chuyu lowered his head and looked at his little finger and ring finger hooked by the man, slightly surprised.

"You did what I wanted to do. It was me who should play the bad role and let you charge forward."

Wei Chuyu's eyes moved to the man's handsome face. He looked at her with a warm smile on his warm face. The smile seemed deeper than before.

The next moment, Wei Chuyu felt that her bare hand was completely wrapped by the man's warm and slender hand.

Strictly true.

Inseparable.