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

"They falsely accused Nan Zhihe and didn't provide any evidence. Let's forget it this time. We have to think about it next time."

The jailer dropped the words and left.

What, are you going to report someone?

Now everyone in the Nan family exploded.

Nan Yufang is unhappy now that she has learned about it. Why didn't she tell the eldest sister about such a good thing?

She wrinkled her nose in disapproval.

Humph, it was because they didn't tell themselves that they were beaten because of their lack of thinking. This was punishment.

Seeing her mother-in-law crying and wiping away her tears, Nan Yufang stood aside coldly, neither helping nor comforting her.

In this situation, the juniors including Su Yanning were stunned.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Nan Sanniang and Si Niang burst into tears, wishing they could get out of the wooden pillars and fly to their men.

The old lady was so stunned that she couldn't get up, and her legs went weak and she landed on her butt.

"Ouch!" The old lady touched the back of her buttocks, which was also the coccyx, where it hurt from falling.

She glared at the two daughters-in-law with hatred, ignoring her ancestor.

This is like stealing the chicken but losing the rice, Wei Chuyu thought to herself, and while Mrs. Cheng was also stunned and stunned, she quickly stuffed the steamed bun into her mouth.

"Mom, if you don't eat now, when will you wait?"

Cheng: Huh?

"Have you not seen that some people are so hungry that they even do things as shameless as false accusations against blood relatives?"

There was a sudden silence.

The old lady, who couldn't tell whether the tears were from heartache or body pain, stopped crying: "..."

The third and fourth house masters who are worse than pigs and dogs: "..."

The two-pig lady with tears streaming down her face: "..."

Heartbroken! !

"Yes, you should eat it." Mrs. Cheng looked at them, holding the steamed buns in both hands, smiling and chewing them in big mouthfuls.

It seemed that what he was eating was not steamed buns, but pork and dog meat.

"It smells so good, soft and not sour."

"Who said that my wife, who doesn't care whether I live or die, gave it to me."

Looking at their frustrated faces, Cheng felt a little relieved.

At night, Wei Chuyu was a little worried. He should have been exiled long ago, so why hasn't there been any movement?

Isn't it because of any changes in her?

Fortunately, early the next morning, the jailer appeared with several piles of white prison clothes.

The Nan family got up in alarm.

The jailer threw the things in: "Hurry, put it on!"

"This is?"

"You are let out, but you are sentenced to exile."

Not as official slaves or prostitutes, but as an exile for all?

It’s a dangerous journey of thousands of miles, but it’s still a wilderness, so that’s not much better, right?

This also declares that the last slim hope that the misunderstanding may be resolved has fallen.

Some people cry, some people mourn, and there is a mass of sadness.

Far away from homeland, far away from relatives, maybe you will never return in this life, and the fallen leaves will never return to their roots.

This was difficult for the ancients under clan dogma to accept.

"Change your clothes immediately, don't delay!" The jailer, who was used to seeing joys and sorrows, gave them some time.

Fortunately, it didn't get worse.

However, in what capacity were the Nan family members exiled?

While everyone was still under attack, she squatted down.

Looking at a pile of gray and white coarse linen clothes on the ground, the word "prison" is written on the front.

She was suddenly unsure.

The linen clothes are shoddy, the wiring is not very good, and the sizes are uneven.

Fortunately, even though it is the size of a child, it is also much larger.

Among them, Wei Chuyu chose a set for children and a set with the best stitching.

Fold it and give it to Cheng Tongshu.

Cheng Tongshu did not cry this time, but held back the tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Chu Yu."

The tone was choked.

Wei Chuyu didn't say anything, took off his hand, and went to choose his own.

She saw a set, which was the smallest among them and relatively well-measured. Just as her hand was about to touch it, another hand came up from behind and snatched it away faster.

"This is mine." Su Yanning picked up the clothes and left without looking at Wei Chuyu.

But as soon as she held it in her hand, Su Yanning couldn't help but complain: "This prison uniform is really rough."

She is the smallest. In the past, her clothes were all tailor-made, and only servants did not pay attention to the width of their clothes.

In particular, the others are directly attached to the ground and are dirty.

She saw Wei Chuyu picking and choosing. Regardless of whether she liked it or not, she took it first anyway.

She asked her mother and aunts to use cloth to cover her up and put on prison clothes.

The moment I put it on, my God, damn it, it hurt like an old tree bark!

She felt sorry for her beautiful skin developed by the flower petal bath.

With such a coarse texture, even the meanest servant in their family would not take it!

When everyone changed, only Wei Chuyu and her mother-in-law were seen wearing their original good clothes.

Mrs. Cheng thought it was because Wei Chuyu felt that there were too few people in their big room to cover her, so she was too embarrassed to change, and told her not to change.

"Mother-in-law, wait, let me ask."

Wei Chuyu stepped forward and asked the jailer who was waiting for the time to come back: "Brother, are we going to be exiled as criminals, or are we?"

"Sinner?" The jailer thought for a while and asked another jailer.

Then he told me: "You seem to be exiled as common people."

Oh yeah, Wei Chuyu is relieved. It seems that the punishment was not heavier due to the theft of the palace, otherwise she would have to think of other ways.

"What, are you a commoner and not a sinner?"

Again the jailer replied yes.

Cheng Tongshu originally felt very uncomfortable. After all, people could easily die in exile. Everyone in the Daxing Dynasty knew that exile was a sentence second only to the death penalty.

When she thought that they were common people and not criminals, Cheng Tongshu's sinking heart rose again.

The difference between the two is huge.

She quickly asked: "Well, what about my eldest son Nan Zhihe?"

"I don't know about this. You go out and listen to the order."

"Since he is a commoner and not a prisoner, there is no clear law on whether to change his prison clothes, right?" Wei Chuyu asked again.

The two jailers looked at each other, as if they were not there, and they were not here to escort these exiled prisoners anyway.

Too lazy to care.

Su Yanning and her mother felt very uncomfortable after changing into coarse linen clothes: "..."

Although their original silk dresses were a little dirty, they were thin and close-fitting, and the hot weather had not yet broken out.

Not because they were afraid of being scolded by the jailer, they didn't want to wear more clothes for a moment.

Unfortunately, they were annoyed that it was too late to change, and the jailer drove them away.

The sky above their heads was gloomy and covered with dark clouds. The Nan family finally saw the sun again, but they did not see the light of day.

No wonder today is dull.

In the open space in front of the Dali Temple Prison, prisoners were arriving sporadically, being forced to line up to be registered or have their noodles stabbed.

A man in prison clothes, with his long hair disheveled and his head lowered, was held up by two officials. His legs and feet seemed to be very weak, and he was slumped on the ground.

His clothes were soaked with red, deep, dry, and fresh, layer upon layer.

The man suddenly raised his head, his blood-stained and dirty face had a light beard, but it could not hide his elegant eyebrows and chin, as well as his sarcastic and cold expression.

It was obvious that she was decadent and it was difficult to stand up, but she had an alternative yet masculine beauty that surprised Wei Chuyu when she saw her.

"He'er!"

Cheng Tongshu ran towards him, but was let go and threw him to the ground.

Is he Nan Jihyuk?

"He'er, how are you?" Cheng Tongshu, heartbroken, tried to help him up.

Wei Chuyu, who arrived later, wanted to help from the other side, but Nan Zhize, who was coming, squeezed him away without leaving any trace, and said in a cold voice: "I'll do it without any trouble for you."

Wei Chuyu shrugged, not fighting for anything, but moved his position automatically.

"Brother, how much have you suffered?"

Nan Zhihe raised his eyelids, smiled, and simply said: "Mom, today is a good day."

Cheng hesitated for a moment and responded with trembling lips: "Yes, it's a good day. At least our family is alive."

It was this strange feeling that although Wei Chuyu felt that he was mentally exhausted, he was not lying down as energetic as his body.

This Nan Ji Hyuk is really different, no wonder he can become a boss between a good guy and a villain!