The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

Everyone looked over curiously, and even Feng Jiuli opened the carriage, got her little head out, and ate the melon.

Everyone discovered that the poor guy who was beaten by the officials was the eldest son of the second room of Feng Mansion, Feng Qingyun.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground rolling around, dodging the whip whipped by the officer. It looks so miserable.

Mrs. Feng Er knelt on the ground and begged, "Master, please, let my son go. He climbed a tree last night to get something, accidentally fell down, and broke his leg. He didn't mean not to leave. Wuwuwu~~ As long as you let my son go, I can do anything."

The officer looked at Mrs. Feng Er up and down with evil intentions, and from time to time he let out a few lewd and lewd laughs. He raised Mrs. Feng Er's chin with the handle of the whip and asked frivolously, "Are you serious?"

Although Mrs. Feng Er is already in her thirties, she takes good care of herself and looks like she is only in her twenties. Although she was roughed up a bit during her exile, Mrs. Feng Er was still a bit colorful compared to other women in the exile team.

Mrs. Feng Er has experienced human affairs after all, and she can understand the meaning of the official's words. She lowered her eyes and looked at her poor baby son rolling on the ground, pinching her sleeves tightly and her face turned pale. Mrs. Feng Er's lips moved up and down, and she closed her eyes tightly, as if she had made a huge decision, "Take it seriously."

"Hahaha, okay, then I'll let Young Master Feng go." Guan Cha quickly retracted his whip and stuffed it into his waist. He seemed to be in a very good mood.

Mrs. Feng Er quickly crawled over and helped Feng Qingyun up, "Yun'er, Yun'er, are you okay?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu It hurts, grandma." Feng Qingyun's face turned pale, and thin beads of sweat broke out on her forehead due to the pain.

He only felt that the place where the whip had been struck was burning, and his left leg was feeling a heart-piercing pain that almost killed him.

Feng Qingyun managed to stand up from the ground with the help of Mrs. Feng Er. He is leaning on a crutch made of a wooden stick in his left hand, and his right hand is supported by his father, Mr. Feng.

Because the palm of Mr. Feng's right hand was red, swollen and prone to ulceration, the important task of carrying Mrs. Feng fell to Mrs. Feng.

Mrs. Feng gritted her teeth and when she carried the extremely heavy Mrs. Feng on her back, she wished she could throw the old thing into the ditch that could only eat, drink and do nothing. Fortunately she still has some sanity left.

In this way, the second family and three members of the family were lame and disabled. They slowly followed the exile team forward under the gaze of everyone who was gloating about their misfortune.

Feng Jiuli finished watching the excitement and then retracted her little head into the carriage, chattering with Feng Jiuyan and Mrs. Feng.

"Hahaha, that big enemy Feng Qingyun fell down while climbing a tree last night and broke his leg! Hahaha, do you know why?"

Mrs. Feng was extremely shocked when she heard the first half of the sentence. She showed great interest and cooperated with her youngest son in gossiping, "Why?"

"Haha, of course I climbed the tree to take down the baggage hanging on the tree, hahaha. The things in the baggage that my sister threw on the tree yesterday were not smelly and unwanted at all. I guess the second wife was afraid that we would take theirs away. The things were taken away, that’s why I said that.”

After Mrs. Feng finished eating the melon, she sighed in disbelief. But Feng Jiuyan still had a calm expression, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand and sipping the tea gracefully, with no trace of surprise on his face.

Feng Jiuli and Mrs. Fengfeng looked at Feng Jiuyan with some curiosity. Feng Jiuli asked, "Sister, why don't you look surprised at all? Could it be that you expected it a long time ago?"

Feng Jiuyan was holding a cup of tea, holding the tea lid with her slender right fingers and gently scraping it. There was a crisp sound between the lid and the rim of the cup. The tea was fragrant. She squinted her peach blossom eyes and took a sip of tea. Then she looked at the two of them and said unhurriedly, "That's natural. Otherwise, how could I work so hard to throw away the second bedroom's baggage?" The tree is so high up? Moreover, after I got out of the carriage to pour water last night, I heard Feng Qingyun’s scream as he fell from the tree.”

Feng Jiuli looked at her sister with admiration, raised her little hand, cupped her fist and arched it, "My sister is still very good at predicting things."

Mrs. Feng nodded, "As expected of my daughter, she knows everything well, I admire her."

Feng Jiuli blinked her big eyes as black as grapes, "Sister, do you think the second room will ask you to treat Feng Qingyun's leg later? Or ask us to take Feng Qingyun with him?"

The family of three had another business promotion.

The donkey cart followed leisurely behind the donkey cart. Feng Jiuyan's family of three sat in the donkey cart and each did what they were doing, very comfortably.

Feng Jiuyan had been sitting in the carriage for a long time, so she opened the window to get some air.

Coincidentally, after she opened the carriage, she saw the little beggar who had disappeared all night. At this time, he had returned to the team.

Feng Jiuyan quickly glanced at the little beggar and saw that the place where he was bitten by Bamboo Leaf Green had been bandaged with white cloth. The little beggar was fine except that his face was a little pale and his energy was a little low.

Feng Jiuyan raised his eyebrows, the little beggar had someone to help him. It seems that in addition to the little beggar following them, people who may be in the same group as the little beggar are also following the exile team not far or near.

The little beggar happened to be looking towards Feng Jiuyan's donkey cart, and their eyes collided. The little beggar looked at Feng Jiuyan harmlessly and pitifully, but there seemed to be a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Feng Jiuyan calmly looked away. She didn't take the little beggar's childlike behavior seriously at all.

He's just a child of about ten years old, and he doesn't pose much of a threat to her.

After enough wind and air, Feng Jiuyan closed the car window, completely blocking out the little beggar's hostile prying eyes.

After walking for an hour and a half, the prisoners' walking speed became slower and slower, and the wails and complaints became louder and louder. Only then did the official allow the deportation team to stop and have a cup of tea.

"Xu~"

Song Chen pulled the reins and just called the proud donkey to stop. The second-fang family came all the way to the donkey cart and shouted, "Sister-in-law, Ayan, please save our family!"

Song Chen and Song Ning looked sideways, looking at Erfang and his family with disgust.

The brother and sister have already recognized the faces of the second room and his family. Before they got along with Feng Jiuyan and his family, they often saw the second room and his family making small moves behind their backs, either to stir up trouble for the third lady, or to apply eye drops in front of Mrs. Feng, deliberately making Feng Jiuyan and her family miserable. Not having a good time.

Now, when the second brother needs to go to the first house and his family, he shyly asks for help and never mentions the evil things he did in the past.

The brother and sister really couldn't stand the second-fang family's villainous behavior!