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

Feng Zixuan was full of doubts about Huang Da, but she didn't show it. She just looked at Huang Da lovingly and whispered, "Well, I believe brother Ada!"

After a while, Meng Liang, Zhang Chong, Zhang Xiaowu and others walked over, surrounded by villagers headed by the village chief.

Feng Zixuan's sharp eyes could see Huang Fei behind the crowd at a glance.

She quickly moved a few steps to the side and put some distance between herself and Huang Da.

Huang Da looked at Feng Zixuan with a playful expression, "Hey, Xuan'er, I understand everything."

Women are shy and embarrassed to be close to him in public, and he understands that.

Thinking of the passion on the bed, Huang Da smiled particularly obscenely.

Feng Zixuan: "..."

What does he understand?

Could it be that he discovered that she and Huang Fei also had a romantic relationship?

Feng Zixuan's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and she almost couldn't breathe.

Then, he immediately denied the idea in his heart. If he really knew, how could he let himself go?

After all, some villagers already knew about the unusual relationship between him and her.

Huang Da has the highest prestige in the village, and he values ​​face the most. If she loses his face, he will never let her go easily.

Feng Zixuan shyly covered her face with her sleeves and whispered, "Brother Ada, I'll go over first. There are many people now, and I, I'm a little..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Huang Da.

He blinked at Feng Zixuan, "Brother understands, just go ahead!"

As soon as Feng Zixuan walked back to the exile team, Second Lady Feng, Second Master Feng and her brother Feng Qingyun all gathered around her. Their eyes glanced up and down at Feng Zixuan like hungry wolves.

Mrs. Feng Er looked at Feng Zixuan longingly, licked her lips and asked tentatively, "Xuan'er, where have you been these past few days? You've worried me to death."

He glanced sharply at his daughter up and down, hoping to find something to eat on her.

In the past few days, their family of three has almost starved to death in their shabby thatched hut.

The owner of the dilapidated thatched hut only brought them meals once a day. Each meal only brought five steamed buns that were hard enough to kill birds, and a large bowl of porridge that was thin enough to take a bath.

It's called porridge, but it's just a big bowl of rice soup with a few grains of rice floating on top of the water.

These days, their family lives with one steamed bun and a few mouthfuls of rice soup. When they woke up and found that Feng Zixuan was no longer there, they were very happy, which meant they could share an extra piece of steamed bun.

Now I see my daughter's face is rosy and full of energy, unlike their sallow complexions, which are as soft as a shrimp with soft legs and will fall down when the wind blows.

Mrs. Feng Er actually started to feel a little jealous of her daughter. Jealous that she can eat well and sleep well.

Unlike her, she could only huddle in a dilapidated thatched hut, suffering from hunger and cold.

Even Mrs. Feng Er could see that her daughter and her husband were secretly communicating with each other, and she felt happy instead of angry. He even thought that his daughter could get close to the village chief's son, and as long as the village chief gave them some food to take away, the journey into exile would not be so difficult.

Mrs. Feng Er was so worried and concerned about her daughter before, but she only received a letter from her brother in Qingzhou Prefecture.

But she can't wait any longer. She is about to starve to death here. Who can persist in going to Qingzhou Prefecture and use her daughter to get out of trouble?

"Yes, Xuan'er. We're all worried when you're not here!" Second Master Feng glanced up and down at Feng Zixuan. I found that this girl's face was much rosier, she must have eaten a lot of good food.

Damn it! If there is delicious food, you don’t follow them first and eat it yourself!

"Sister, you didn't even say a word to us when you went out. My father and mother braved the heavy rain to go out to find you." Feng Qingyun was also at the side, expressing his concern for his sister.

Feng Zixuan sneered in her heart. Her father, brother and mother cared so much about her, but they were just pretending. Most likely he just wanted to find something to eat on her.

Haha, Feng Zixuan felt a little funny looking at the three people in front of her who pretended to care about her.

Her father, her mother, and her brother's concern for her was fake from beginning to end. There was love, but more of it was use. She had already read the letter written by her uncle to her mother. From that time on, Feng Zixuan had become disillusioned with family ties and had given up.

Feng Zixuan laughed at herself, "Yes, you care about me so much that you are covered with quilts, but I can only cover myself with straw!"

The faces of the people in the second room turned livid, and they all felt guilty.

She turned her attention to Feng Qingyun and glanced up and down at him, "Oh, when you went out to look for me, these clothes weren't wet or dirty. It's really cool."

Feng Qingyun's face turned green and white. His face was very ugly after being exposed by his sister in public.

Feng Zixuan glanced at the three people in front of her coldly, "Give up, don't try to curry favor with me, I don't have any food on my body! Even if I do, I won't give it to you!"

Mrs. Feng Er looked at her daughter with a hurt look on her face, looking a little sad, "Xuan'er, how can you miss us like this. We are a family, can't we support you well? As long as we arrive at Qingzhou Mansion safely, your uncle will Help us and save us from being exiled!" Mrs. Feng Er almost whispered the last sentence so as not to be heard by others.

After hearing this, Feng Zixuan's lips curved into a self-deprecating smile, and she said without mercy, "Haha, use me to save you from the pain of exile?"

The three of them froze on the spot, looking at Feng Zixuan in disbelief.

Apparently only the three of them had read the letter, so how did Feng Zixuan know about it?

Feng Zixuan was too lazy to pay attention to these three people, and went straight to an inconspicuous corner, waiting to get on the road.

She looked calm on the surface, but actually she was very anxious inside. I don’t know if Huang Da is reliable, but they are getting ready to go on the road, and no one comes to stop them.

Not long after, the village chief said a few polite words to Meng Liang, and the exile team began to continue their journey.

Huang Fei, who was standing behind the team of villagers in Huawu Village, searched everywhere for Feng Zixuan's figure, but could not find the attractive figure. He was a little disappointed.

However, Huang Fei's mood began to improve again when he thought that the exiled team would come back later and he would be able to see the beautiful figure he missed so much.

Feng Jiuyan and his family were sitting on a donkey cart, following slowly behind the team, and hurried along leisurely.

In the past few days, everyone has been able to eat enough, sleep well, feel better than before, and most people can walk faster.

However, because everyone was walking in the rain, those with weak body resistance still had fevers and colds, and were not in good spirits.

I heard from Zhang Chong that several elderly people, children, women and children died of convulsions in the middle of the night due to persistent high fever.

Feng Jiuyan and the others couldn't help but feel a little sad after hearing this.

There is medicine in her dimension, but it is not easy to use it to heal these people. If they discovered the clues, it would be even more difficult for her to escape.

Therefore, Feng Jiuyan can only take care of his own family, nothing more.

After a while, the exile team, urged by the official, arrived at the intersection where they wanted to pass.

When they saw the scene in front of them, the exile team was shocked.