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

Chapter 12 Heavy rain arrives in Beijing

"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict saying that Nanzhihe secretly stockpiled weapons with the intention of treason. In memory of his past meritorious service, he will be exempted from the death penalty. He will be demoted to a commoner as a county king and will be exiled to the state today. There should be no mistake."

The Nan family members tremblingly accepted the order, were organized into exile teams by official officers, and rushed into the streets amidst scoldings and whips.

The people around Dali Temple were not surprised and only occasionally stopped to watch.

Not long after, it began to rain lightly, and people took shelter from the rain. When they arrived in the busy city to the west, it began to rain heavily.

The official led a group of nearly a hundred prisoners to take shelter from the rain at a few makeshift tents such as a wine shop.

It hasn't rained for several days, so I'm just worried about my feet.

A hand with distinct joints but full of scars reached into the rain.

Looking at the heavy rain pouring down from the sky, Nan Zhihe said to himself.

"Today is a good day, it's raining, otherwise it will be a day of shame for me, Nan Zhihe."

His voice was half hoarse, and the Nan family members who understood it looked around. In the haze of heavy rain, there was no one on the street.

The tea patrons in the teahouse just one street away watched them from a distance and pointed.

The Nan family is extremely lucky that they don't have to face the people on the street in the rain today and suffer their strange looks and disgusting curses.

Swearing can drown people, and rotten vegetables and stones can break their backs, leaving them unable to hold their heads up without dignity.

Only Wei Chuyu knew that this was the result of the postponement of the exile, and it would be a hot day ahead.

"Big brother!"

An urgent cry drew Wei Chuyu's gaze away.

I saw Nan Zhihe, who had been supported by Nan Zhize just now, holding on to his body and stumbling into the heavy rain regardless of the obstruction.

He staggered and almost fell to the ground, ignoring his cousin's concerns and shouts.

"Brother, please, go back, you are too injured and can't bear the rain anymore!"

Nan Zhihe put aside his hand: "Zhize, let me be alone for a while. Go back and don't let my mother come."

"He'er!"

Seeing the anxious Cheng rushing towards her, Nan Zhihe hesitated and gritted his teeth and could only persuade Cheng back first.

Nan Zhihe looked up to the sky to catch the rain, with his feet on the earth, and his chest was strong and broad. He was swaying, as if he was about to fall down, but also seemed to be able to stand upright.

Suddenly he laughed three times and let the water flow through his mocking cheeks, seeming to be laughing and crying.

Sad and tearful.

For a general who overcame numerous difficulties and marched in rainy weather, his wounds were sticky on his clothes, and without medicine, it didn't matter whether he was exposed to rain or not.

When you are depressed and angry, why not take a shower?

This was Wei Chuyu's thoughts on Nan Zhihe's unusual behavior when he met him for the first time.

"He'er! He'er! Mom is here, don't give up on yourself."

"Did the former prince go crazy because he couldn't bear the blow?"

"Wei Chuyu, your man went into the rain, why don't you persuade him to come back!"

Ignoring the various voices in his ears, Wei Chuyu looked at the man who was so happy that he was just wiping the rain. No one could understand him.

She didn't have to do anything, she just took out her prison uniform, turned it over, shouted, Nan Zhihe caught it, and threw it out.

Amid everyone's confused gazes, he smiled at the man who caught the prison clothes, his eyes twinkling.

Wei Chuyu held her lips with both hands and said very clearly: "Nan Zhihe, wipe away the dirt that does not belong to you."

Nan Zhihe listened and smiled, really laughed, a smile from the bottom of his heart.

Facing the strange wife, his smile was so handsome and stretched.

Yes, he wants to wipe away the dirt that does not belong to him!

At the teahouse on the second floor across the street, a probing gaze looked at the man washing in the water, with a pool of blood at his feet. Seeing that he seemed to be innocent and frank.

The owner of the gaze stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

"Ok?"

After squeezing water out of Wei Chuyu's prison clothes, Nan Zhihe dried himself and put on his mother's loose clothes. Nan Zhize helped his cousin out.

Nan Zhihe paused once he took a step. His expression was painful, as if there were thorns under his feet.

Facing everyone's gaze, Nan Zhize choked up with red circles in his eyes.

Who would have known that just now in private, he saw whip marks, stick marks, and even knife wounds all over his eldest brother's body.

The most shocking thing was the neatly arranged and dense blood spots behind the eldest brother.

The eldest brother was brutally beaten with nails.

His red and absent-minded eyes dropped slightly, and he replied to Cheng in a suppressed voice, saying yes.

After half an hour, the heavy rain stopped completely.

The officers waved their whips and urged the people on their way.

The roads in the capital were okay, but outside the city gate, there were muddy areas everywhere with potholes and water accumulation after the rain.

The same is true for the earthy official road. Everyone stepped on it dejectedly. The feet were stuck in the mud, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, which was quite laborious.

The mud from the water soaked the inside and outside of the shoes.

Even official officials dislike him very much.

Occasionally, a horse crows and steps across the uneven puddles, easily splashing dirty mud all over you.

Not to mention the body, sometimes the face is not spared.

But he couldn't hide, so he was not happy about hiding from the official, so he raised his hand and whipped him again.

The exiled prisoners cried and cried.

A few of them were riding tall horses, deliberately not slowing down, speeding past, making high waves, looking back at the untouchables, and enjoying themselves wantonly.

When people are mean, they are really worse than grass.

The Nan family is very humiliated. Have they ever been looked down upon and trampled into the mud like this?

All of them were drooping with their heads drooping.

Wei Chuyu was lucky and tried his best to avoid it every time. Just when he was lucky, a carriage came suddenly and rolled its wheels. Many people were hit as it passed by.

This time, Wei Chuyu felt cold on his back, and there was an eyesore of mud on his arms.

Wei Chuyu touched his hand: "..."

Damn it, don't let me catch you.

Everyone looked at the annoying carriage.

"Bah, I'm in a hurry to be born into your mother's womb!"

However, the carriage was ahead and stopped in the distance.

Two people got out of the car, one was dressed more elegantly, and the other looked like a slave. They both cocked their buttocks and looked under the carriage.

When the team arrived, they were still there.

"What are I talking about? It turns out that the wheel is stuck in the mud and can't walk." An exiled male prisoner looked at them and said.

Wei Chuyu also saw clearly that particular person, hey, he was really her uncle.

A half-hundred-year-old man from her scumbag father's clan.

Oh, the reincarnation of heaven.

When the man saw her, he took the first step over.

"Wei Chuyu." Wei Cenbai called her.

However, Wei Chuyu did not stop.

"Wei Chuyu!" The old man frowned and shouted again.

This old man had always been close to his father. Wei Chuyu was not interested in people who were close to his father.

Wei Chuyu pointed to the official over there silently.

It's not up to me whether to stop or not.