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

Feng Qingyun was lame on his left leg. Mr. Feng's palms were red and swollen, but he still supported his son. Mrs. Feng was limping and carrying Mrs. Feng on her back. The family of three struggled to walk to the donkey cart, looking really miserable.

Second Madam Feng threw Old Madam Feng to the ground regardless.

"Ouch, ouch, my legs! It hurts, it hurts!" Mrs. Feng lay on the ground, wailing miserably.

Mrs. Feng Er glared at Mrs. Feng fiercely, and cursed in her heart: You damn old thing, it's okay if I didn't throw you into the ditch, why are you still pretending? Do you still think you are the noble ancestor of Feng Mansion? snort! She's just a foot-washing maid, so why are you pretending?

Mrs. Feng was so stared at by her daughter-in-law that she didn't dare to say a word, and even her moans and screams of pain were held in her throat.

Turning her head, Mrs. Feng Er rushed to the carriage, crying with runny nose and tears, "Sister-in-law, please save my sister-in-law quickly. Wow, I can't live anymore, our second wife is so hurt." , disabled. The master’s palms are red, swollen and pus-filled, and there is a slight tendency of ulceration. He can’t even do the work of carrying the old man on his back. Yesterday, Yun’er accidentally broke his leg again. If this is not treated quickly, I am afraid that he will be injured in the future. He will become a lame. Wuwuwu, sister-in-law, please do a good job and save our second wife."

There was no movement in the carriage for a long time, and Mrs. Feng's old face was almost unbearable.

She winked at her precious son, and Feng Qingyun immediately followed suit and cried, "Yes, auntie, you have to save Yun'er. Wow, Yun'er hurts everywhere and is about to die."

Mr. Feng's eyes were also red, and the wound on his palm hurt so much that he wanted to die. If this hand is not cured, I am afraid it will become useless! "Sister-in-law, please save our family. I owe this wound to Yantou. My hands are almost useless, wuwuwu~~" There was a hint of gritted teeth in the words.

He seemed to be crying, but in fact he was blaming Feng Jiuyan.

"Ugh, eldest wife, help me quickly. Not only do my legs hurt, but I'm also starving to death. Please give me some food." Mrs. Feng, who had lost her teeth, was also crying loudly.

For a moment, the scene was a little chaotic.

The second family, three members of the family, and Mrs. Feng were crying violently beside the donkey cart, attracting the attention of many prisoners.

Song Chen and Song Ning, who were sitting on the carriage shaft, frowned tightly. Song Ning put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. She glared at the second-fang family next to the donkey cart and said fiercely, "Why are you crying? If you want to cry, stay away from us." , you’re here howling in mourning at noon, you’re so old, you’re still shameless.”

Mrs. Feng Er raised her eyes and glared at Song Ning, "You bitch, we are talking here, what's your business? Shut up!"

Not to be outdone, Song Ning retorted directly, "Humph, it's none of Auntie and Sister Feng's business if you are so miserable. If you want to cry, go away and cry."

In the carriage, Feng Jiuyan felt extremely amused when he listened to the little girl's reply.

The little girl usually looks fragrant and soft, and looks harmless to humans and animals. I didn't expect that the fighting power of the quarrel would be so great. Even if the four mouths closed together, they wouldn't be able to quarrel with her.

It was almost time. If he didn't say anything, I'm afraid the people in the second room would attack Song Chen and Song Ning. Feng Jiuyan opened the carriage and walked out slowly.

"Sister Feng, I, I..." Song Ning blushed, feeling a little guilty. "Sister Feng, yes, I'm sorry, I'm a little presumptuous."

Mrs. Feng Er glanced at her proudly, "Huh, why are you sitting on the shaft of the car when you know you can make decisions? Get off quickly. Your brother and sister are named Song, not Feng. You don't have the benefit of dominating other people's families all the time. .”

Song Ning's face suddenly turned pale, and she looked at Feng Jiuyan nervously.

Feng Jiuyan lowered his body slightly and touched the little girl's bun, "It's okay."

Song Ning's anxious heart suddenly settled down. As long as Sister Feng said it was okay, she didn't care about other people.

Feng Jiuyan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Second Madam Feng, "Second Madam, tell me how you want us to help your family."

Hearing this, Second Lady Feng, Second Master Feng, Feng Qingyun and Old Lady Feng were very excited and looked at Feng Jiuyan with surprise.

They all thought that Feng Jiuyan said this to help their family.

Mrs. Feng Er looked sad, "Ayan, didn't you learn medical skills from your grandfather? You must be able to heal injured legs, right? See if you can help your cousin heal his legs."

He is still young, and if he is not treated in time, he may become ill. If he is lame, your cousin's life will be over! He hasn’t married a wife yet! Our second wife even asked him to marry a wife and carry on the family line. "

"Ayan, you can definitely heal me, right?" After saying that, Mrs. Feng Er's eyes were filled with hope.

"Well, let me take a look at his injuries first."

Erfang and his family were overwhelmed with excitement. Mrs. Feng Er held Feng Qingyun's hand, tears flashing in her eyes, "Great Yun'er, your leg is saved!"

"Yes, mother, I finally don't have to be lame anymore."

Mrs. Feng looked at Feng Jiuyan with dissatisfaction, her eyes widened, "If you cure Yun'er, you must also cure me."

Mrs. Feng Er glared at Mrs. Feng and scolded her harshly, "Shut up! If you say one more thing, I will throw you into the ditch."

She was afraid that if the old man said a few more words, that girl might be offended by Feng Jiuyan. If Feng Jiuyan doesn't heal her Yun'er by then, she will cry to death.

Mrs. Feng reluctantly closed her mouth and looked at Mrs. Feng with hatred.

Feng Jiuyan raised his eyebrows and watched with interest as the family rioted and dog-eat-dog.

Seeing that Mrs. Feng finally shut up, Mrs. Feng quickly urged, "Ayan, go and see Yun'er's injury."

"Okay." Feng Jiuyan got off the carriage with a smile and walked to Feng Qingyun. Squatting in front of Feng Qingyun, he stretched out his hand and pinched his injured leg deliberately.

"Ouch! It hurts. Cousin, be gentle!" Feng Qingyun broke into a cold sweat, and his face was twisted in pain.

Feng Jiuyan would not be as gentle as he said. She deliberately picked out the swollen or serious areas to hit and pinch them.

Feng Qingyun howled in pain, and his face was as pale as a ghost.

Seeing that it was almost time for a cup of tea, the exile team was ready to continue their journey. Feng Jiuyan took back her hand, and Mrs. Feng looked at her earnestly, "Ayan, what's wrong with your cousin's leg? Can it be cured?"

Feng Jiuyan glanced at Feng Qingyun's legs with an unfathomable expression, and nodded deeply, "Yes, it can be treated. I will treat my cousin right now."

"That's great. Ayan really has superb medical skills!!" Mrs. Feng Er praised him, and even Mr. Feng who was standing aside started to get ready to make a move, "Ayan, you can also help my second uncle to heal his hand."

"Okay!" Feng Jiuyan responded cheerfully, showing a sly smile.

For some reason, seeing Feng Jiuyan react like this, a chill came from behind Mrs. Feng and Mr. Feng——