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

On Nan Zhiyun's neck, several red spots bulged slightly, like bubbles, which made people uncomfortable to see.

She met Rong Bo's gaze with a sad expression, her breathing was coming and going, and her face was flushed abnormally: "I'm dissatisfied with my poor head, Zhiyun can feel it all over my body."

Nan Zhiyun immediately lifted up her sleeves and trouser legs. The yellowish skin on her slender limbs was dotted with red pimples.

Very frightened.

"It's so itchy, so itchy..." Nan Zhiyun couldn't help but scratch her skin without stopping.

Rong Bo suddenly sobered up, lost his thoughts, angrily pushed the person out of bed, and bounced off the bed himself.

He leaned over to look at Nan Zhiyun who was wheezing, and said gloomily and angrily: "What is your illness?"

"Zhiyun returned to her hometown with her mother when she was young. A plague broke out in the village. They all grew red like Zhiyun, and eventually festered and died. Because of this... many people died in the village."

"Although Zhiyun survived the disaster, she has been suffering from this disease and has never recovered."

Hearing this, Rong Bo's eyes widened and his facial features twisted into a ball of fury in anger. Usually, he was most afraid of these things.

"You, why are you sent here by Nan Yufang even if you are sick!" His voice was as sharp as thunder, and the anger in his eyes was uncontrollable.

Nan Zhiyun was half lying on the ground, her head drooped, twitching and crying.

"Get out, get out of here!"

"Yes, Mr. Cha."

She raised her head, and within just a moment, there were scary red blisters on her face, which made Rong Bo feel upset.

The woman covered her face and cried, then stumbled out.

Rong Bo's eyes were scarlet, and his fists were clenched. "You Nan Yufang, you send anyone to my room. I think you are being too good to you, and you are kicking your nose in the face!"

In this room, Nan Yufang was still happily waiting for Rong Bo. After a spring night, the hibiscus tent was warm, she didn't say thank you at all, at least she thought more highly of her.

Those rich and distinguished women, in order to consolidate their status, don't they also offer concubines, or even biological sisters, to their husbands? It's nothing to her.

It always makes her feel a little bit disgusted, but she thinks that Rong Bo's unstable mood is torturing people, especially newcomers. She has suffered a lot before, and now it's time to change her!

Nan Yufang raised a smile, what kind of happiness could there be compared to pulling people into the water together and suffering all the pain she had suffered?

However, not long after waiting, Nan Yufang was called to Rong Bo's room by an official.

"Is it going to be over so soon?"

She muttered secretly, feeling the wind and fire under her feet.

Could it be that Nan Zhiyun was young and boring, Rong Bo was not good, and the man thought of her kindness again, so he asked her to go and meet him?

So, I still can't live without her.

Nan Yufang arranged her bun with her hands and happily entered the house. As soon as she arrived, a shadow flew towards her and hit her feet unexpectedly.

"Ah!" Nan Yufang hid her feet with a pale face, looking at the smashed teacup on the ground, she was so frightened.

A figure was reflected on the ground. In addition, there were mats and thin quilts for sleeping on the ground. Looking again, the wooden bed was also empty?

This was something that had never happened before between her and Rong Bo.

Could it be that the little hoof didn't serve him well and offended the Bodhisattva?

Well, let the officials treat her from now on, but Nan Yufang didn't take it seriously. She coquettishly said: "Master Rong, what are you doing?"

She also wanted to use her gentleness to appease her father's noise and show that she was capable.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her hair.

Nan Yufang tilted her head and was forced to look at Shang Rongbo's twisted face and sinister gaze.

Nan Yufang could read the rage in her eyes.

"Master Rong..."

Rong Bo smiled ferociously, with the sound of grinding his teeth mixed in his voice: "What a good thing you did! What else is wrong."

He slapped her mercilessly, catching Nan Yufang off guard and spinning her down.

"How dare you, how dare you send a woman infected with the plague to my bed."

Rong Bo pointed at her, his face full of anger.

Nan Yufang held her face in pain and said aggrievedly: "Master, how dare Yufang dare? It could be because of those little hooves."

Rong Bo was even more furious and kicked him with five points of strength: "Do you think I'm blind? Can't you tell the difference between true and false?"

"She has red pimples all over her body, and she almost died. Is this what you prepared for me?"

Only then did Nan Yufang know that Nan Zhiyun had returned to her hometown and contracted an illness. She had indeed heard that Nan Zhiyun had been ill since she came back from her hometown.

The tragic situation described by Rong Bo was very terrifying, and she found Nan Zhiyun angrily.

When she found out that Nan Zhiyun was still like this, as serious as if she was about to die, Nan Yufang, who had not thought about allergies at all, felt terrible when she saw it.

"Bad luck is such a bad thing."

"Bah, I'm so angry!"

Nan Yufang raised her hand and wanted to hit her, but she was afraid of getting sick and stopped, so she didn't dare to touch her.

Nan Zhiyun was sweating profusely. That night, only her mother stayed by her side with difficulty.

Wei Chuyu gave her some medicinal powder and told her to take it after she was done. However, Nan Zhiyun resisted and hid the medicine.

After that, she continued to be sick, and whenever she had the chance, she showed her illness in front of the female prisoners. Finally, everyone knew that she had the plague, and even the prisoners were afraid of touching her, let alone officials.

Nan Zhiyun was no longer welcome, so of course, no one would bother her.

Apart from her, the most unpopular person is Nan Yufang.

Ever since she failed to send Nan Zhiyun away and got into trouble with Rong Bo, she would put her warm face into her cold buttocks and stay cold at Rong Bo's place.

Nan Yufang was so angry that she stamped her feet and wanted to vent her anger on Nan Zhiyun, but without Rong Bo's favor, her status in front of official officials was deteriorating, so she was no longer so special.

Especially, Rong Bo has been surrounded by the woman named Rong Mei recently. She was also the first one who was willing to come out to serve the bonfire that day.

Before committing the crime, this woman had lived off her flesh and blood, and was even more shameless than Nan Yufang. She had unclear relationships not only with Rong Bo, but also with many officials.

In contrast, the officials did not care about Nan Yufang, who was ignored by the boss.

The reason why Nan Yufang was not rewarded was because she said to Rong Bo: "I can look down on my concubine and my family, but I can't look down on myself."

"If everyone can trample on Yufang, and Yufang comes to accompany me again, then what does that mean to me?"

Maybe this was what persuaded Rong Bo. Rong Bo really didn't reward her to other officials for fun, and she herself racked her brains to serve him.

But now, her situation is becoming more and more disadvantaged.

Somehow Rongmei was able to get some makeup and started to look beautiful. Nan Yufang found out that she was busy making wedding clothes for her, and she was so angry that her chest exploded.

"Rongmei, she has passed again."

Inadvertently, Wei Chuyu leaked Nan Yufang's whereabouts to Rongmei.

With a clear look on her face, Rongmei gave her a wink and twisted her waist.

Rong Mei walked over and started to fight with Nan Yufang, who wanted to get close to Rong Bo: "What are you doing here? Master Rong, is he paying attention to you? You have no shame!"

Nan Yufang felt that if she could not be scolded by anyone but a prostitute, then she was too messed up.

"Who are you? How dare you talk about me!" She scolded her back.

The two suddenly became black-eyed chickens and started fighting over a disagreement.

"Chu Yu, what are you looking at? Does it make you happy?" Mrs. Cheng came up and said.

Wei Chuyu looked forward: "Cockfighting competition."

Poof, Cheng covered her mouth.

She also saw Nan Yufang fight with people, pinch them, tear and pull their hair.

If she wasn't carrying the identity of sister-in-law, why would she be able to laugh even more?

Su Yanning was too embarrassed to come forward when she saw it. After all, being involved with a prostitute was too low a status. She watched her mother being beaten miserably by Rongmei, who had earned a living in several houses.

"Ah - you piece of shit."

"Get off your mother's bitch!"

It was almost when the fight between the two crazy women was over that Su Yanning dared to pounce on her, showing her mother-in-law's concern.

"Ning'er, why don't you help your mother?" Nan Yufang's face was stained, her head was filled with sadness and grievance.

"Mom, why did you start fighting with her just after I left for a while? If I saw it, I would definitely step forward to help..."

Ha, plastic mother-daughter love.

It has to be said that Nan Yufang has been cold these days, and Wei Chuyu has exerted some force behind her back.

Seeing Nan Yufang living more and more back home, fighting with prostitutes for a job, was worse than the novels about bosses and factory directors that she read out of boredom in the last days of her life.

Name it the Chaotou Hegemony Tournament?

Phew, Wei Chuyu covered her mouth in joy.

It's not just heroes who are stumped by a penny.