Wang Taifu glanced at his little daughter and grandson. These two children were really spoiled by him. The family suddenly encountered such a major disaster, but they didn't grow up at all. It really chilled him.
The Grand Tutor is well-versed in ancient and modern knowledge, and is too shrewd. However, he does not know that too much wisdom can lead to murder. You alone have taken up all the wisdom of several generations of your Wang family, so the younger generations of your Wang family are all mediocre and stupid.
The words of Emperor Mingde suddenly came to Wang Taifu's ears again, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
Yanyu was a useless child. She had become a scar, a shame, and a curse carved by Emperor Mingde on the Wang family.
The only legitimate grandson, Wang Mengqi, is already nine years old, but is still so stupid and domineering.
Judging from the Crown Princess's expression, one of the Crown Prince and the Crown Prince should be alive, or both are still alive. Their Wang family wants to support the Eastern Palace and make a comeback.
Hope can only lie in...
Taifu Wang's eyes fell on Wang Zhaoxi and Wang Mengjing.
One was the Crown Prince's wife whom he had carefully nurtured, and the other was the only intelligent and stable grandson among the younger generations of their royal family.
What a pity that he is a bastard.
Wang Mengjing is the hope of their Wang family's future. How can we raise his status? Wang Taifu closed his eyes and thought.
The second son, Wang Changlin, was the Minister of the Imperial Court. His wife, Qian Chengxiang, was the younger sister of the current Queen Qian. Her daughter, Wang Zhaoxi, was to be the future Crown Prince's principal wife, so they were a perfect match.
Although Queen Qian has been banished to the cold palace because of the Crown Prince case, it does not affect Wang Zhaoxi's noble birth.
It is obviously not a good idea to let the second son divorce his wife and establish a concubine as his legal wife in order to elevate Wang Mengjing's status.
Then we can only start with the eldest son.
The eldest son had no sons, only two legitimate daughters and one illegitimate daughter. If Wang Mengjing was adopted by the eldest son as a legitimate son, the problem of Wang Mengjing's humble origins could be solved.
Moreover, it is only natural that the eldest son of the royal family will inherit the title of the royal family in the future.
only……
In the donkey cart, Su Mibao heard completely the thoughts of Master Wang in the horse-drawn carriage behind. Master Wang was truly an old hand. He had just woken up from a coma and while still in exile, he immediately began to plan for the future.
No wonder he was the one who helped the little emperor kill his elder brother in the future. He was talented. This old man was really not a human being and was too shrewd.
Next, Su Mibao heard Wang Yi's thoughts.
Wang Yi: Meat smell? Yes, the two kids are right. There is indeed a faint smell of meat. Although it is weak, it is definitely meat smell, and it is the smell of cooked fat. It is raining so hard, is there anyone cooking meat in this far away place? If there is a family, there must be a village. Can my father and second uncle persuade the officials to stop and take shelter from the rain before leaving? Oh my god, it's bad.
Su Mibao quickly yelled at her third brother,
[The braised pork is no longer edible. Some people can’t smell the meat. I’m taking it.]
It was all her third brother’s fault for being greedy and asking her to have another bowl of braised pork.
Seeing that the red braised pork that he had just eaten half a bowl of suddenly disappeared. Su Sinan wanted to cry but had no tears. Why did he blame him? Everyone in the carriage had just eaten meat and nothing happened. If anyone was to blame, it must be his father, who was eating braised pork outside and was smelled by others.
Dad, next time I have braised pork, I will eat it alone and won’t give it to you anymore.
After listening to her third brother's thoughts, Su Mibao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You see, in the world of foodies, the boat of friendship and family affection can capsize in an instant!
The rain continued until the evening, and the exile team continued to march in the rain. At dusk, they finally walked out of the narrow and steep road. There was still a hillside ahead, but it was not all uphill. It had both ups and downs, and the slope was very gentle. And the sides of the road were no longer just bare rocks, but began to have patches of forests.
"Captain, it's really hard. Several seriously injured prisoners have high fevers, and the women and children can't walk anymore."
Qian Tong held an oil-paper umbrella over Zhou Fuan's head.
Wu Hai, who was standing next to him, looked at Qian Tong with disgust. Among the 40 escorting officers, the one he hated the most was this guy called Qian Tong. A grown man, he looked like a grown woman. White skin, watery eyes, long eyelashes. The most disgusting thing was that he smiled whenever he saw someone talking, looking like a slave. His voice was thin and had a flattering tone.
Deep down in his heart, Wu Hai secretly called Qian Tong "sissy".
Look, more than 30 officers are wearing bamboo hats, but he is not wearing a bamboo hat, and is holding an umbrella. But what makes Wu Hai even more angry is that everyone is covered in mud after walking for half a day, especially him, who slipped and fell, and is now covered in mud. The sissy, on the other hand, only has some rain on his hem, and he is holding an umbrella, neat and tidy, as if he is not escorting an exile, but taking a stroll in the rain.
I'm angry, very angry. I get angry just by looking at this troublemaker.
"No, we have only walked more than thirty miles in the past half day. No matter what, we have to cover another thirty miles before midnight."
Before Wu Hai could say anything, Yue Feng, who had been following Zhou Fuan, disagreed.
"Another thirty miles? Yue Feng, what do you want to do? The prisoners didn't die of exhaustion, but we did."
Wang Laoba, who was pulling the mule cart nearby, was unhappy.
Liu Laoer was bitten by a snake. Although the wound was treated, he still had a fever.
Because the mule carts used by the officials were used to carry supplies, they had no compartments and were all open. Liu Laoer lay on the mule cart, and they could only cover him with a piece of animal skin to keep him out of the rain and put a bamboo hat on his face. After walking for half a day, Liu Laoer had a fever.
Wang Laoba and Zhao Xiaoqi were extremely anxious and urgently wanted to find a place to shelter from the rain and rest so that Liu Laoer could see a doctor.
"Aren't you three the ones most familiar with this exile road? Where is there a place to shelter from the rain?"
Zhou Fuan didn't want to tell the officers about the earth dragon turning over. It was raining so hard and the officers were walking like the prisoners. He was already very annoyed. If he told them about the earth dragon turning over, they wouldn't believe him.
Even he himself was only half believing and half doubting.
"team leader--"
Yue Feng wanted to say something, but Zhou Fuan gave him a look, "Let's find a place to rest first. We have been walking for half a day. If we don't eat something, we will have no energy."
Yue Feng understood what he said next without him saying anything else. If they didn't eat something or take a break, and then they had to walk for half the night, it would be too much for the prisoners and the police officers.
He felt that the captain had considered everything, so he said nothing more. Anyway, Yue Feng believed in General Su unconditionally. He was the most talented young man in their Great Qi Dynasty. He was not only good at martial arts, but also had great military exploits. His strategies and calculations were comparable to those of the Grand Tutor. If General Su said that the earth would turn over, Yue Feng believed that the earth would turn over.
"About three miles ahead, after you get off the official road and turn a corner and walk through a forest, you'll find an abandoned temple. You can take a rest there."