It is late autumn now, and the autumn wind is blowing, bringing a hint of coolness.
Those who were in the exile group had already changed from summer clothes to autumn clothes if they could afford it, while those who could not afford it wore several layers of summer clothes to keep out the coolness.
In the exiled team, there was a dull atmosphere, as if shrouded by a thick haze. The whole team became lifeless, without a trace of life, but more of a heart-wrenching numbness.
Because several families had lost their loved ones in the battle of Black Wind Village, their eyes were filled with sadness and despair.
They walked silently, their steps heavy and slow, as if every step took all their strength.
As for the lucky families, they did not lose their loved ones, their loved ones only suffered some minor injuries. They gathered together as usual, chatting while traveling.
Feng Jiuyan's family was not affected. They still sat in the donkey cart, drinking tea and eating snacks. It didn't seem like exile, but more like an autumn outing.
She opened the small window and enjoyed the beautiful view.
After all, they had just left Qingzhou City, and it was normal for them to have tea and snacks at home.
She looked greedily at the beautiful scenery before her.
The morning in late autumn is extremely beautiful. The morning light shines through the thin mist and sprinkles on the earth, bringing a touch of warmth and light. The sky is a deep blue, clear and peaceful.
The mountains in the distance are looming in the morning mist, like a mysterious ink painting.
Under the blowing of the autumn wind, the leaves fall one after another, like dancing butterflies, covering the earth with a colorful carpet.
This is an unspoiled scenery that cannot be compared with modern times.
Feng Jiuyan simply got out of the carriage and sat on the shaft with Song Chen and his sister.
The cool autumn breeze blew gently, bringing fresh air and lifting her spirits.
Except for the low level of medical care in ancient times, life was still very suitable.
Just as I was immersed in the beautiful scenery before my eyes, suddenly, a burst of unbridled laughter rang out.
"Hahaha, have you heard about this? The second branch of the Feng family thought they would be exempted from the crime of exile once they arrived in Qingzhou City. But they didn't expect that, tut tut tut, they still have to continue to be exiled with us!" There was a lot of disdain in his words.
"Ah? I don't know that. Tell me about it."
"The deputy commander of Qingzhou City is called Song Yuming, and he is the brother of Madam Feng Er. And the governor of Qingzhou City, Feng Wanguang, is Song Yuming's father-in-law.
The second branch of the Feng family is really a piece of shit. In order to please that corrupt official Feng Wanguang, they did not hesitate to send their niece Feng Jiuyan to Feng Wanguang's bed. But for some reason, in the end, it was the second wife of the Feng family who was sent to the bed of that corrupt official by mistake.
And Master Feng, Feng Qingyun, and Song Yuming, they actually got their hands on Feng Wanguang's concubine!"
"Wow, this is true! Who told you this?"
"Of course I heard it from Song Yuming's confidant."
"If you ask me, this is not some coincidence, it's clearly Madam Feng's attempt to take the top position!"
"Oh, hahaha, who said it wasn't true. She still thought she was an eighteen-year-old girl. She's already an old woman, and she still wants to get close to that dog official so that she won't have to suffer the crime of exile. Haha, what a wishful thinking."
Someone asked curiously, "Hey, I heard that the Jinyiwei came to investigate Feng Wanguang very late. Didn't Feng Wanguang get furious when he knew that his favorite concubine was touched by his son-in-law, his brother-in-law, and his eldest nephew?"
And Feng Wanguang's daughter, her reputation has spread to the capital. She doesn't tolerate any sand in her eyes. If any maid looks at her husband for a second, she will be sold or beaten to death. Now that her husband is having an affair, won't she punish Song Yuming?"
"That's exactly what I want to say. Guess how this father and daughter punished these three people!" The person in the know kept the secret.
"Hey, what's there to not know? Song Yuming, Feng Qingyun, the second son of the Feng family, was castrated by this father and daughter and became eunuchs.
And the second wife Feng is also dead, killed by Feng Wanguang. Feng Wanguang thought she was ugly!" A plump figure came over and gloated in a shrill voice.
Everyone looked up. Wasn't this the horse-faced woman? And her few handkerchief friends?
They frowned, their disgust was evident, they pinched their noses and waved their hands like they were shooing away flies, "Hey, go away, go away. Don't you know you smell like shit? Get away from us!"
"You, what do you mean!" The horse-faced woman put her hands on her hips and glared angrily at the people who despised them.
"If you come any closer, we'll beat you!" Everyone raised their fists, then quickly quickened their pace and moved away from the horse-faced woman and her gang.
Feng Jiuyan caught a glimpse of the embarrassed appearance of Mr. Feng Er and his son Feng Qingyun from the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
Master Feng and his son Feng Qingyun were pale as paper, with empty eyes, as if they would fall down if the wind blew. The palm of Master Feng's right hand seemed to be even more red and swollen, and the wound had festered beyond recognition.
At that time, Master Feng was ordered by Madam Feng to steal her family's food, and was stabbed with a dagger by Feng Jiuyan. He did not receive timely treatment from the doctor, lacked medicinal materials, and was caught in the rain on the way to exile. It was normal that the wound had not healed for such a long time.
The level of medical technology in ancient times was not high, and fever caused by wound inflammation could be fatal.
Feng Jiuyan sneered in his heart. It seemed that Master Feng could not hold on any longer.
And there is Feng Qingyun. He still walks with a limp, and with the knife in the crotch from Feng Wangguang, he has lost all desire to live and is completely disheartened.
But looking at their appearance, death is better than life.
The nobles who once lived in powerful families are now being talked about openly behind people's backs. They probably don't want to live anymore.
Feng Jiuyan didn't sympathize with them at all.
This is what they deserve!
Feng Jiuyan turned his eyes away, no longer looking at the two of them, and continued to appreciate the beautiful scenery in the distance.
About an hour later, the team suddenly became agitated.
"Sir, Sir, it's bad, Master Feng has fainted."
"Ah! He seems to be out of breath, dead!"
Two officers came over upon hearing the noise. One of them stepped forward and touched Mr. Feng's carotid artery, then shook his head at the other officer.
"No breath, dead!"
After the officer reported the incident to Meng Liang, he crossed out Feng Erye's name from the book. Then, he urged the prisoners to continue on their way, and Feng Erye's body was left on the ground, with no one paying attention.
When Master Feng died, Feng Qingyun showed no sadness or joy, and didn't even blink an eye.
The exile team fell into silence again, as if Master Feng's death was just a trivial matter. Everyone continued to move forward tacitly.
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