Everyone looked over curiously, even Feng Jiuli opened the car door, stuck her little head out and ate the melon.
Everyone discovered that the poor fellow being beaten by the police was none other than Feng Qingyun, the eldest son of the second branch of the Feng family.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground, rolling around, dodging the whip from the official. He looked very embarrassed.
Madam Feng II knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, "Sir, please let my son go. He climbed up a tree to get something last night and accidentally fell down and broke his leg. He didn't mean to stay here. Wuwuwuwu~~ As long as you let my son go, I can do anything."
The officer looked Madam Feng up and down with ill intentions, occasionally letting out a few obscene and lewd laughs. He lifted Madam Feng's chin with the handle of the whip and asked frivolously, "Are you serious?"
Although Madam Feng Er was already thirty-two years old, she took good care of herself and looked no more than twenty years old. Although she was a bit worn out during the exile, she was still quite pretty compared to the other women in the exile team.
Madam Feng Er had experienced the world after all, and she understood what the official meant. She lowered her eyes and looked at her poor son rolling on the ground, tightly grasping her sleeves, her face pale. Madam Feng Er's lips moved up and down, and she closed her eyes tightly, as if she had made a great decision, "Really, seriously."
"Hahaha, okay, then let Young Master Feng go." The officer neatly retracted the whip and stuffed it into his waist, looking like he was in a very good mood.
Madam Feng Er quickly crawled over and helped Feng Qingyun up, "Yun'er, Yun'er, are you okay?"
"Ouch, it hurts, mother." Feng Qingyun's face was pale and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead due to the pain.
He only felt a burning sensation where he was whipped, and a piercing pain in his left leg that almost killed him.
With the help of Mrs. Feng Er, Feng Qingyun managed to stand up from the ground. He leaned on a wooden stick with his left hand, and his right hand was supported by his father, Master Feng Er.
Since Mr. Feng's right palm was red and swollen, and showed signs of ulceration, the important task of carrying Old Madam Feng fell on Mrs. Feng.
Madam Feng II gritted her teeth and carried the extremely heavy Madam Feng on her back. She wanted to throw the old thing, who could only eat, drink, defecate and urinate but could do nothing else, into the ditch. Fortunately, she still had a trace of rationality.
In this way, the three members of the second family, some lame and some disabled, slowly followed the exile team forward under the gloating gaze of the crowd.
Feng Jiuli finished watching the excitement and then retracted her little head back into the carriage, chattering with Feng Jiuyan and Madam Feng.
"Hahaha, that bastard Feng Qingyun fell down from a tree last night and broke his leg! Hahaha, do you know why?"
Mrs. Feng was shocked when she heard the first half of the sentence. She showed great interest and went along with her youngest son's gossip, "Why?"
"Haha, of course we climbed up the tree to take down the bag hanging on the tree, hahaha. The bag that my sister threw onto the tree yesterday did not contain any stinky or unwanted things. I guess the second wife was afraid that we would take their things away, so she said that."
After finishing the melon, Madam Feng sighed in disbelief. But Feng Jiuyan remained calm, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, sipping it elegantly, without any surprise on her face.
Feng Jiuli and Madam 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 had expected this?"
Feng Jiuyan held a cup of tea, and her slender right hand held the lid and scraped it gently, making a crisp sound between the lid and the cup. The tea fragrance was thick, and she squinted her peach blossom eyes and took a sip of tea gently. Then she looked at the two of them and said slowly, "Of course. Otherwise, how could I have worked so hard to throw the second room's bag so high up the tree? Besides, after I went out of the carriage to pour water last night, I also heard Feng Qingyun's screams as she fell from the tree."
Feng Jiuli looked at her elder sister with admiration, raised her little hand, clasped her fists and bowed, "Sister is still very good at predicting things."
Madam Feng nodded, "As expected of my daughter, you know everything. I admire you."
Feng Jiuli blinked her big eyes that were as black as grapes, "Sister, do you think the Second House will ask you to help Feng Qingyun with his leg later? Or ask us to take Feng Qingyun with us?"
The family of three once again had a business show of mutual praise.
The donkey cart followed slowly behind. Feng Jiuyan's family of three sat in the donkey cart, each doing their own thing, looking very comfortable.
Feng Jiuyan had been sitting in the car for a long time, so he opened the window to get some fresh 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 the bamboo leaf viper had been bandaged with white cloth. The little beggar looked a little pale and a little weak, but otherwise he was fine.
Feng Jiuyan raised an eyebrow. The little beggar must have someone to help him. It seemed that in addition to the little beggar following them, it was very likely that the little beggar's group of people were also following the exile team not far away.
The little beggar happened to be looking towards Feng Jiuyan's donkey cart, and their eyes met. The little beggar looked at Feng Jiuyan harmlessly and pitifully, but there seemed to be a hint of provocation in his eyes.
Feng Jiuyan looked away calmly. She didn't take the little beggar's childish behavior seriously at all.
He was just a kid of about ten years old and posed no threat to her.
After enjoying enough wind and air, Feng Jiuyan closed the car window, completely isolating himself from the hostile prying eyes of the little beggar.
After walking for an hour and a half, the prisoners walked slower and slower, and their wailing and complaints became louder and louder. The officials then allowed the exile team to stop and rest for a cup of tea.
"Oh~"
Song Chen pulled the reins and just stopped the arrogant donkey. The second family shouted from a distance towards the donkey cart, "Sister-in-law, Ayan, please save our family!"
Song Chen and Song Ning looked sideways, looking at the second family with disgust.
The brother and sister had already seen through the true colors of the Second House family. Before they got along with Feng Jiuyan's family, they often saw the Second House family doing small things behind their backs, either fanning the flames for the Third Madam or putting eye drops in front of Old Madam Feng, deliberately making Feng Jiuyan's family feel bad.
Now when the second wife needs to go to the first wife's family, she has the audacity to go to them and never mentions any of the immoral things she had done in the past.
The brother and sister really can't stand the mean behavior of the second family!
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