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

At this moment, a scream pierced the air from the front of the team, frightening everyone to death.

"Ouch! Hiss—"

Everyone followed the screams, and in a burst of yellow dust, an old woman with messy white hair and a young man fell down on the dusty yellow mud.

Although Feng Jiuyan only saw the backs of the two people, she had already determined their identities through their backs and clothes.

If not Mrs. Feng and Feng Qingshao from the third room, who else could it be?

Feng Jiuyan took a look and was shocked for a long time.

I'll be a good boy! I don’t know how these two people fell. The angle was extremely tricky and strange. Mrs. Feng was thrown a few feet away by Feng Qingshao, and the old pious woman happened to be knocked against a big rock.

She didn't believe it if she said it wasn't intentional.

I’m so excited, there’s a good show to watch.

She put Feng Jiuli on her back on the ground, then took out a few handfuls of melon seeds from her sleeves and gave them to Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli. She lowered her voice and said with a smile, "Here, eat the melon seeds and watch the show."

She took the lead in eating melon seeds while watching the play with relish.

There was no need to worry about others seeing that she had melon seeds. Everyone just watched her grandfather's family give them things.

Although Mrs. Feng and Feng Jiuli were a little surprised, they also followed Feng Jiuyan's example, eating melon seeds and watching the show.

The people in the second and third rooms were frightened by the sudden scene. After the shock, they hurried over.

"Mother, mother, are you okay?"

"Grandma, ah! Blood, so much blood!"

"What should I do? Is there any golden sore medicine that can stop the bleeding?"

"Shao'er, my Shao'er, wuwu, is there any pain from the fall?"

The people in the second room rushed over and hurriedly tried to help Mrs. Feng up.

"Ah!!! It hurts! Be gentle, you want to hurt me to death! Hiss, hiss, my legs, I can't move my legs!" Mrs. Feng lay on the ground with snot and tears, her face turned pale, and she lay on the ground wailing. Like a ghost.

She tried to move her legs, but she couldn't move them at all. Every time he moved, pain tugged at his nerves and reached Tianling Gai.

"Ooooh, my legs."

Feng Qingshao glanced at his grandmother, lowered his head, avoided everyone's eyes, and showed a successful smile.

Huh, old thing, I can’t kill you!

Calling you biased! Tell you to look down on me! Let your eyes be filled with your eldest grandson!

Let’s see if you still dare to ask me to carry it!

Oh, and those people in the second room, don’t they always think of themselves as being very filial to this old guy? Let’s see how you show filial piety to this old guy on the road ahead.

The third lady rushed to Feng Qingshao's side, her face as swollen as a pig's head turned pale with fright. She glanced at her son up and down, at a loss, "Shaoer, Shaoer, are you okay?"

She only gave birth to a single baby, so nothing could happen to her!

Feng Qingshao is also good at acting. The triumphant smile on his face immediately turned into a pained expression. At the same time, there are also expressions of guilt, regret, sadness, and distress.

"Mom, it hurts!" Well, actually it doesn't hurt anywhere, I'm just pretending!

After hearing this, the third lady's face turned as pale as a ghost. She wanted to help her son up, but she didn't know where to start. A wave of hatred and anger rushed into her chest.

Mr. Feng also looked at his son with a worried look on his face, a secret expression on his face.

It was true that I felt sorry for my son, but at the same time I felt a little weirdly happy.

Good, good, good fall!

The old man had always preferred his second brother, and he had been the dispensable one since he was a child. Now, the second brother's son is still stepping on his son!

Their third room is just a brick, and they can move it wherever needed. The advantage is that they will never think about their house at all.

Haha, now the people in their third room are injured and fell. This old procrastinator can only reluctantly let his second brother and his family take responsibility!

People in the third room all have opinions about the second room, but they don't dare to show it.

The reason is not only that they need to take care of each other on the way to exile, but also the main reason is that the second wife Song's natal family is in Qingzhou City, and Song's brother is the general who defends the city in Qingzhou City, and his father-in-law holds great power.

The second room always draws big cakes for the people of the third room, claiming that as long as they arrive in Qingzhou City, Song's brother can find a way to get them out, and they don't need to continue to be exiled!

Therefore, even though Sanfang has many dissatisfactions, he can only swallow his dissatisfaction.

The third wife and her husband carefully helped their son Feng Qingshao up from the ground. Feng Qingshao kept shouting that it hurt. The third lady was so anxious that she wanted to check him, but was stopped by Feng Qingshao.

He looked at Mrs. Feng who was still lying on the ground wailing with a guilty look on her face, lowered her head and "sincerely" admitted her mistake, "Grandma, I'm sorry. It's all my grandson's fault for not carrying you properly."

"You little beast, a waste! Hiss, you can't even...even remember your own grandmother. What's the use of it!" Mrs. Feng hissed while speaking, and the pain made her speak intermittently.

"Grandma, didn't you say that your grandson is so filial that you wouldn't blame him even if he broke his leg?" Feng Qingshao mumbled with his big innocent eyes open and his eyes slightly red.

The voice was low, but it was enough for Mrs. Feng to hear.

"You!!!...unfilial descendants!" He almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

A burly official came over with his whip raised. When he saw a familiar face, he burst into anger and said, "Damn it, it's you from Feng Mansion again. Why are there so many shits happening all day long! This time What the hell is that?"

"Go back, sir. My mother fell and broke her leg. Can you take a rest?"

The official was afraid that the people in Feng Mansion would do it again in order to rest, but he happened to be able to distinguish the symptoms of fractures. Therefore, in order to ensure the authenticity of the matter, he personally stepped forward to check on Mrs. Feng's injuries.

He knelt down, stretched out a hand, and pinched Mrs. Feng's calf hard. It doesn't actually have to be a hard pinch, but he did it on purpose.

Mrs. Feng screamed again, frightening the sparrows on the branches of the tree to fly away.

"Well, the old lady's calf is indeed broken."

After saying that, he pinched hard in retaliation.

Mrs. Feng screamed again.

People from Feng Mansion: "..."

Are you sure it's not revenge?

Everyone dared to be angry but dared not speak, so they could only look left and right, up and down.

Feng Jiuyan almost burst out laughing at the official announcement.

Phew, snatch the bamboo shoots, all the bamboo shoots in the mountains have been snatched away.

Coincidentally, because it was noon and the temperature was extremely high, the prisoners fainted and fell to the ground one after another. No matter how hard the officers beat them, they could not get up and continue on their way.

So Meng Liang, the leader, stopped his horse and shouted, "Rest where you are for one and a half hours."

The prisoners dispersed in a hurry and found a cool place to rest under the shade of a tree.

The second and third bedrooms were very happy when they heard the news.

The second lady asked respectfully, "Master Cha, since you know how to identify fractures, you must also be able to treat them, right?"

The officer grinned and said, "I know a little bit about it. What? Do you want me to help treat Mrs. Feng?"

The second lady's eyes lit up, and she shined her eyes on the official servant like a flashlight, "Is that okay?" Although the official official was not a professional doctor, he couldn't be picky at this moment.

The most important thing is that it's not about curing her. If you are lame, you are lame.

"certainly……"