Confiscated and exiled, the down-and-out general became the queen

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately remembered and quickly looked at the man next to him, and said in horror: "Third brother, is that right?"

The man called Third Brother nodded. They were unwilling before because Song Ye was a general and they could rely on him.

If we move out, we will really be two families.

At this time, a middle-aged woman cried out, "What a sin! When my second brother came to see us two days ago, we should have listened to him and removed our names from the family tree.

Now, we are implicated by him and have to be exiled to a place thousands of miles away.

I heard that the place is a tomb of the living dead, and the dead there were all starved to death."

As soon as she said this, all the women started to cry quietly. Xiao Lengyue said coldly: "It's not too late to move now?

Do you want to move?"

As soon as she said this, the two men looked at each other. It was true that it was not too late to move now. After all, they had arrived and did not have to suffer with them.

I am just a side branch. If I move out, maybe I can pay some money and come back early.

The two men looked at each other and then at Old Lady Song, "Sister-in-law, we need to move the family tree."

Old Lady Song: "Wait two days. Ye'er hasn't woken up yet. When he wakes up, let's hear what he says."

"No, then how long should we wait? He is currently in an uncertain state of life or death. Who knows if he will be able to wake up?"

When Mrs. Song heard this, she became angry. She walked up to the man and slapped him in the face.

Scolding: "Third brother, Ye'er is your nephew after all, are you cursing him like this?

Your eldest brother was very kind to you when he was alive, and Ye'er was also very kind to you. Do you want to be like your second brother and become a treacherous person?"

Old Mrs. Song was really angry at this moment. She didn't expect that these words would come out of her own uncle's mouth.

Song Mingxi looked at Old Lady Li in disbelief, "Sister-in-law, you actually hit me?"

"I'm going to hit you, the traitor."

After saying that, Old Lady Song looked at Song Mingliang and said coldly, "Old Four, do you want to move out too?"

Song Mingliang nodded, but he didn't dare to look at Old Mrs. Song.

Old Madam Song chuckled, looked at Xiao Lengyue and said, “Xiaoyue, buy some paper from Master Zhang and borrow a pen.

If they want to move, I will let them do so."

Xiao Lengyue nodded and slowly walked towards Zhang Wu. Zhang Wu quickly reached out his hand, "Stand there, I'll get it for you."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the mule cart where the supplies were placed, and took out four pieces of paper, an inkstone and a pen.

These things are necessary for them. There are too many prisoners who make trouble and split up on the road, and they have to rely on these to make money.

Zhang Wu held the paper and said, "10 taels."

Xiao Lengyue took out 10 taels of silver without hesitation and threw it to Zhang Wu. Zhang Wu put the paper on the ground and slowly walked out.

"By the way, you need to write four copies, and the government needs to keep one copy for record."

Xiao Lengyue came to Old Lady Song with the paper. Old Lady Song didn't look at it and said, "Xiaoyue, write it. I'll tell you their names."

Xiao Lengyue didn't act pretentiously. She found a broken stool, spread out the paper, and after grinding the ink, she looked at Old Lady Song.

When Mrs. Song saw that she was ready, she said, "Your father's name is Song Mingyuan, and their names are Song Mingxi and Song Mingliang.

The woman was not included in the family tree, so there was no need to write about her. Besides the two of them, there was also their son.

On Song Mingxi's sheet, it says Song Xuan, Song Qi, and on Song Mingliang's sheet, it says Song Luo."

After Mrs. Song finished speaking, she looked at the three half-grown children and asked, "Who among you doesn't want to move out?"

No one spoke. Old Madam Song nodded and looked at Xiao Lengyue and said, "Xiaoyue, let me add one last sentence. From now on, it has nothing to do with us anymore.

From now on, the bridge will be the bridge, the road will be the road, and we will be strangers when we meet again. "

Xiao Lengyue was stunned, then looked up at Old Lady Song. Old Lady Song smiled slightly and said solemnly, "Write it."

Xiao Lengyue knew that if she didn't deal with it cleanly at once, she would never have another chance in the future.

After she finished writing, she handed it to Old Mrs. Song. When Old Mrs. Song saw her handwriting, she was stunned.

The words in front of me are majestic and heavy, yet flowing and natural. One can tell at first glance that they were written by someone who has been practicing calligraphy for many years.

Old Madam Song quickly folded it up and said, "Xiaoyue, the words are wrong. Go buy some more paper."

Xiao Lengyue was stunned, but turned around and went to buy paper from Zhang Wu.

After she brought it, Old Lady Song wrote four copies herself and handed them to them, "Sign."

When Xiao Lengyue saw the calligraphy of Old Lady Song, she suddenly realized that how could a beggar like her write such beautiful calligraphy.

She coughed lightly, came behind Old Lady Song, took the paper from her hand, and secretly put it into the space.

Everyone thought that she took it away because the handwriting was too ugly and she was afraid of being laughed at. Only Mrs. Song had a smile flashing in her eyes.

She watched them all sign, then took the paper to Zhang Wu. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he had signed as well.

Zhang Wu pretended not to see it, took out a card, folded it and put it in his arms.

After finishing, he looked at Song Mingliang and the others and said, "Although you have been removed from the family tree, you still have to wait for the official documents to be sent over from the capital. Before that, you are still prisoners."

Song Mingliang glanced at Song Mingxi, and when he saw him nod, he nodded helplessly.

Upon seeing this, Old Lady Song curled her lips, handed the paper to the two brothers, and left with Xiao Lengyue.

She handed the paper to Xiao Lengyue, "Xiaoyue, keep it, don't let anyone steal it."

Old lady Song spoke in a loud voice and everyone heard it. The Song Mingliang and his brother looked at the old lady with some anger, but when they saw Xiao Lengyue, they stopped talking.

"Dad, why are you so afraid of them?"

Song Mingxi looked at his daughter and said, "I'm not afraid of them, but I'm afraid of that beggar.

She has hysteria, and if she goes crazy, what if she infects us?"

When the woman heard the word hysteria, she quickly stepped back.

Seeing this, Sister Song looked at Xiao Lengyue and said, "Sister-in-law, what should we do now?

It will be dark soon.”

Xiao Lengyue came to the door, looked at the door panel on the ground, reached out and lifted it up. Seeing this, Mrs. Song hurriedly helped her and lifted the door panel to the window.

Xiao Lengyue glanced at the window, then at the width of the door panel, and decisively blocked it across the ground, then lifted the other half and threw it on the ground.

She found some hay and spread it on the wooden boards, making a simple bed.

She first helped Song Ye off the cart and put him on the hay, then she carried Song Tianrui off the cart, put him next to Song Ye, and covered them with a quilt.

Song Tianrui seemed to be too tired. Even though Xiao Lengyue tormented him like this, he didn't wake up.

Sister Song looked at Xiao Lengyue's back and said enviously, "Mother, tell me, why don't I have such great strength?"

Old Madam Song looked at Xiao Lengyue and said distressedly, “You are happier than your brother and sister-in-law.

She must have been beaten a lot just to have enough food to survive.”

Old Mrs. Song didn't tell her that the beggar brother and sister she thought were from a noble family.

Sister Song nodded and said, "Mom is right, I have never had to worry about food and clothing since I was a child.

What my brother and sister-in-law have been through must have been more difficult than I thought.”

Old Mrs. Song held her hand and said, "We will have a very difficult life in the future."

As soon as Mrs. Song finished speaking, a scream came from behind them.