The general's wife took her child on the road to exile

Zhang Liu felt extremely sad...Every scene that Aunt Zhao had shown him along the way appeared before his eyes, although in reality, she had only tried to please him for a bite of food.

Aunt Zhao originally wanted her to follow her back to the imperial capital, so she used many tricks to seduce her, and now she got the benefit.

He enjoyed his wife's care, whether it was sincere or not.

He was quite happy when they were making love. After Aunt Zhao died, all her beauty suddenly appeared in Zhang Liu's eyes.

Her charming eyes with enchanting charm... Aunt Zhao's slender waist, her towering figure... swayed in front of Zhang Liu's eyes.

Aunt Zhao's smiling face was as pretty as a delicate flower... Her eyes were like little hooks, and she smiled at Zhang Liu himself... in a soft Wu dialect.

Zhang Liu felt extremely sad, with regret and confusion flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, Gu Zhilan's shy and timid appearance with tears in her eyes appeared in front of Zhang Liu. She had a graceful and elegant figure similar to Aunt Zhao.

The beautiful girl's majestic figure trembled in the wind, and her slender body was as charming and fresh as a willow.

Zhang Liu was suddenly stunned. If he lost his wife, he could marry again.

Aunt Zhao's daughter is still alive, and she looks very much like his wife. At least when he looks at Gu Zhilan, he can remind her of her.

At this time, Aunt Zhao's husband, Gu Yiwen, did not expect that his eldest daughter, Gu Zhilan, would abandon him. He also did not know that his daughter chose to abandon her biological father of the Gu family because her father had been cold to her recently.

Gu Yiwen's tears gradually flowed down his cheeks. All he could think of at this moment were the various ways Aunt Zhao had been affectionate with him and how she had acted coquettishly towards him. Suddenly, the hatred that Gu Yiwen had for Aunt Zhao completely disappeared. Now he was very happy about Aunt Zhao.

No love, no hate...

Gu Yiwen has thought everything through.

He was accidentally hit by a wild boar on the way to exile some time ago. He was experiencing the most difficult time in his life at that time. His concubine, Aunt Zhao, abandoned Gu Yiwen, who had a broken leg and might not survive, in order to live a good life in the present.

The third master, Gu Yiwen, once hated Aunt Zhao very much, but later he figured it out. Aunt Zhao came from a brothel, she was selfish and had no chance to be taught by her family about what to do and what not to do. Aunt Zhao showed the evil of human nature at that time. She directly abandoned her sick husband and shamelessly gave herself to the chief of the police, Zhang Liu, in order to seek a bite of food.

Gu Yiwen thought from Aunt Zhao's perspective, and he had figured out why she did this. Now Gu Yiwen didn't want to dwell on the past and be sad all the time. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve. The beast in Gu Yiwen's mind started talking about Aunt Zhao again.

Gu Yiwen blocked it in annoyance.

The wheels of the supply cart squeaked, and the servants pushing the cart walked quickly and hurriedly.

The chief of the police, Zhang Liu, looked at the silver-robed general sitting on a white horse not far away on the opposite side. He quickly collected his attention and walked over to greet the general guarding the city, Lin Zhiyun.

He looked at the dusty official in front of him, and Lin Zhiyun said, "Where is General Gu Yiheng of the Dayu Dynasty?"

Zhang Liu turned around and pointed at the stretcher. Lin Zhiyun looked at General Gu lying motionless on the stretcher carried by the secret guards, and his heart was broken!

The brave and invincible god of war that Lin Zhiyun admired in his heart was now weakly slumped on a stretcher, and his face was not good...

Lin Zhiyun drove his horse to Gu Yiheng's side, got off the horse, and stood in front of Gu Yiheng. Lin Zhiyun's voice was a little choked.

He said: "General, I, Lin Zhiyun, pay my respects to the General Protector of the Nation. General, you have been exhausted on the journey. Please follow me back to the Nanhuang Duwei Mansion to rest..."

Gu Yiheng nodded weakly at Lin Zhiyun, but he didn't say anything.

Lin Zhiyun turned around and mounted his horse. He led the way to the Duwei Mansion in the west. Behind him, the group of exiled prisoners clattered towards the official road. The long group injected a little vitality into the lonely and desolate streets of the southern wilderness.

The wind gently blew the corners of the prisoners' clothes, and many prisoners had joy on their faces as they walked on the official road.

Gu Yiwen was in the supply truck, he blocked out the sound of the divine beast. Gu Yiwen looked out the window and was about to arrive at the Duwei Mansion in Nanhuang. He looked at the white-robed general riding a horse in front of him. Gu Yiwen felt that the general looked very familiar. He thought for a long time before Gu Yiwen remembered that the general looked like a drinking buddy he had in the imperial capital of Dayu Dynasty.

He wondered if the two were brothers.

There were still traces of tears on Gu Yiwen's handsome face, and the sadness in his eyes had not completely disappeared. At that moment, Gu Yiwen was extremely beautiful. Gu Yiwen, who had a face comparable to that of a male fairy, his expression in pain was five points more beautiful than his usual smile.

The officers pushed the supply cart to the gate of Nanhuang Duwei Mansion. They stopped and a dozen officers waited quietly. Their chief officer, Zhang Liu, went to the mansion to hand over the matters of exiling prisoners.

The team waited quietly.

Ye Jiu looked around the inner city of Nanhuang curiously. She thought to herself, "Oh, it's too simple. Compared with the streets of the imperial capital, this is simply a refugee camp."

All the buildings are thatched huts and stone houses, built with extremely crude techniques.

This place seemed to lack even the materials for building houses. Nothing was complete. Only the outer city gate and tower were built to look like a government office.

Low thatched houses can be seen everywhere in the city, and some are made of various wood colors. They look like children playing house. The workmanship is rough and there is no craftsmanship of carpenters. However, the houses look strong and wind-resistant.

It's so ugly and it's an eyesore.

When Ye Jiu was making some assessments of the buildings in Nanhuang in her mind, she thought of the good things in the space. Ye Jiu felt heartbroken as to why she could no longer connect with the Jinluan space.

Otherwise, if they took out those things, at least they could live a good life here. Her eyes glanced at the young man in blue over there. She didn't know if the golden pig she raised could be put to use now.

Now that Qin Junyu is too busy to take care of himself, Ye Jiu probably won’t be able to get his money. Thinking about this, he sighed.

Ye Jiu suddenly felt that he had been in exile all the way, constantly stuffing jewels, silver, antiques and food into the space.

Now she realized that after collecting so many supplies, it seemed like they were collected in vain, as she was unable to take them out at the moment.

She couldn't use any of the supplies in the space.

Ye Jiu suddenly remembered that among the things she took out of the basket that day, there seemed to be a bag of gold, silver and jewelry. They were all pearls, jadeite and jade that she gave to her children to play with, which were beautiful and easy to play with.

If those things were sold, they could probably be exchanged for tens of thousands of taels of silver, which could temporarily solve the urgent problem. This was what Ye Jiu was thinking about.

The group of exiled prisoners had walked through the several-mile-long street. There was nothing on the empty road. No one was selling things on the roadside, and no one was doing tea business here.

All I could see were some exiled prisoners in prison uniforms running around and working.

Ye Jiu didn’t know what they were doing. She lay on the stretcher and looked at them curiously.

Their faces were covered in dust and their bodies were thin, as if they had not had enough to eat all year round. Ye Jiu looked at the prisoners in his team worriedly. Could it be that these people would become like the prisoners in the Southern Wilderness in the future, gradually starving to the point of being skeletons?

She looked back at her husband Gu Yiheng. Seeing Gu Yiheng looking at the desolate southern wilderness, his face looked normal.

General Gu had long known what was in the Southern Wilderness...nothing. As the god of war of the Dayu Dynasty, Gu Yiheng had been through hundreds of battles. He was extremely cold-hearted, wise and smart. Gu Yiheng had repeatedly charged into enemy territory among millions of people. He had directly taken the enemy's heads and created several incredible famous battles in which the few defeated the many.

Gu Yiheng looked back at his wife and smiled...

Night Nine...

Her mind suddenly felt dizzy...