Reborn and married to uncle, husband and wife teamed up to abuse scum.

Wang really disdained Tang Gang's behavior of looking for someone to take the blame whenever something went wrong. He would look for someone to blame when he fell, but never blamed himself for not having eyes under his feet.

"It was delivered to Nandu Temple this morning. What happened today was just an accident. The ground was slippery."

Manager Zhang had clearly reminded him, so who could he blame for not looking at the road he was walking on?

Maybe he was too angry, or maybe he hurt his brain, Tang Gang felt dizzy. Wang asked someone to add two more pieces of charcoal to the charcoal basin. "You haven't had a good rest these days, so why not take this opportunity to take good care of yourself? We can hold a ritual in the mansion before the New Year to pray for blessings and ward off disasters."

"You are still young, so it is most important for you to take good care of yourself. The second son still doesn't understand a lot of things, so you need your advice. This mansion cannot do without you."

After hearing this, Tang Gang finally felt better. The room became warmer and warmer, his eyelids became heavier, and he soon fell asleep.

When Wang returned to the room, Pingqiu stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying that it was just an accident. Wang's lips curled slightly, "This is God's blessing on my son."

It is true that evildoers will be punished by God.

Now that the old lady is no longer in charge and Tang Gang is lying down, Wang feels particularly refreshed. If the empress dowager had not passed away this year, the New Year's Day would have been a grand celebration.

"I have been married into the Marquis' Mansion for so many years, and I have never felt so comfortable. These days are getting more and more enjoyable."

A gust of snowy wind blew into the room. Wang chuckled and was about to lift Tang Gang's quilt in the middle of the night!

After a heavy snowfall, the sky cleared up and the festive atmosphere became stronger. Today was the day when Tang Rong was escorted out of the capital. He was put in shackles and driven out by the officers early in the morning. His subordinate officials and Qing Mo also went with him.

Although Qing Mo made some efforts in the end, Tang Mo believed that this person was not useful. It was not advisable for him to betray his master easily. When he arrived in Songyang County, he lost his mind. He was a villain who had succeeded. Now he chose to sell out Tang Rong again in order to save his life. He was absolutely not useful.

Tang Rong looked back every few steps with a frown on his face. He couldn't believe that his father didn't come to see him off and didn't make any arrangements for him. Was he really going to have to walk all the way for 500 miles?

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Just when Tang Rong had begun to fantasize about all kinds of things, Manager Zhang came with a not-so-big bag. He gave the yamen runner a little bit of money before walking up to Tang Rong and handing him the bag. "The Marquis accidentally fell and couldn't get out of bed, so he had to send me to deliver these things to you. I hope you have a safe journey."

"The Marquis has ordered that you please serve in the local area with peace of mind. The Marquis has already made arrangements. When the three-year term is over, you will return to the capital and everything will be fine."

Tang Rong was dissatisfied. Last time he was punished by the emperor, and now he fell again. Things always go wrong at the most critical moment. How could it be such a coincidence?

But this was not what he cared about most. "How is Chunlang?"

Manager Zhang didn't know what Tang Rong and Tang Gang had said, so he told him the truth, "Young Master Chunlang loves to cry. The Marquis is worried about his health, so he has asked his wife to send him to Nandu Temple for a short stay."

"What did you say?"

Tang Rong couldn't believe it. "Chun Lang was sent to Nandu Temple for care? Or did my father say that himself?"

"Yes."

Manager Zhang also said that Chunlang was adapting well in Nandu Temple. "There is a wet nurse to take care of him, and maids to serve him. The young master will not be wronged."

"My young master has been able to stand for a while now. The old lady likes him very much. She said that before the young master came back, Aunt Yu and Aunt Yue lived in the mansion with the two young masters."

Tang Rong's face was as gloomy as water. So he spent so much energy and energy to make such a long speech in prison, and promised so well, but he turned around and sent his son to the temple?

There was a huge amount of hatred in his heart, but his face remained calm. "I feel relieved that my father and mother are taking care of them. Please thank them for me."

Although she was unwilling, she had to rely on the Marquis' Mansion. She could only endure everything for the time being and wait for the future.

Manager Zhang watched them leave, shook his head secretly, and got on the carriage. Tang Rong's future was over. Even if he returned to Beijing, what would it matter? What other options were there?

The cold wind was biting, and Tang Rong's clothes were not very thick. The cold wind penetrated into his trouser legs and made him unable to move his legs. He stopped halfway. Tang Rong wanted to ask the yamen runner to buy him a set of thick clothes to keep out the cold, but the yamen runner was unwilling to do so and there was no such rule.

Tang Rong said, "I may be down and out, but the Marquis's Mansion is still standing, and my father is still the Marquis. If you can take care of me, it will definitely be beneficial."

Several yamen runners thought this made sense, and took him to buy some thick clothes. Qing Mo looked at him eagerly. He was injured and his wounds had not healed yet. Whether he could survive depended on fate. "Sir, can you buy me one too?"

Tang Rong looked at him coldly. He didn't want to care about his life or death, but considering that the local government still had to let him do hard labor for them, he bought him the cheapest clothes and asked the servants to buy some medicine for his wounds. Manager Zhang prepared the medicine for him, but how could Qing Mo use the medicine?

The group was on the road again, and stopped just after leaving the city. Tang Mo, wearing a cloak, sat on the horseback. Seeing Tang Rong dismount, he said, "Brother, you are going to serve in the army today, so I came to see you off."

The person in front of him had messy hair, something stuck on his face, and a strange smell coming from his body. Tang Mo felt particularly comfortable.

Seeing Tang Mo's decent appearance and teasing eyes, Tang Rong almost gritted his teeth, "It's hard for my second brother to come and see me off. As a big brother, I am very grateful."

It's really ironic. Now he can't afford to be enemies with Tang Mo. He has to follow whatever Tang Mo says. He also hopes to use Tang Mo's power to make his life better in the future.

At this moment, the hatred in my heart reached its peak.

Tang Mo had admired his embarrassment enough, so he turned sideways and showed the ox cart he brought. An old ox was pulling the wooden cart, and the difference between it and the horse was too obvious.

"My elder brother was banished from the capital by the emperor himself. Logically, he shouldn't have received any special treatment on the road. But we are brothers. How can I bear to watch my elder brother walk 500 miles on his own? Although this ox cart is a cart, it has no carriage. It is just a flatbed cart. It can't block the wind or rain. Even if he is reported to the censor, it won't matter."

"I don't have much ability, I can only do this for you, big brother, please don't despise me."

Walking is tiring, but at least it can keep your body warm. Riding in a car is comfortable, but I don’t know if it can keep you warm.

Looking at the ox cart that was about to fall apart, Tang Rong suppressed his anger and said, "Thank you, second brother."

Tang Mo took out a purse from his pocket and threw it to the leading yamen runner, "Thank you all for your care along the way, big brother."

"Thank you, Deputy Commander Tang. This is our job."

"We still have to hurry. Deputy Commander, please go back to the city. It's freezing outside and it's too cold."

Tang Mo cupped his hands and smiled at Tang Rong, "Brother, take care of yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and mounted his horse elegantly. The yamen runners bowed and nodded, "Deputy Commander, take care."

The horse's hooves kicked up mud and splashed it around Tang Rong's feet. Before he could even catch his breath, the yamen runners urged him to get in the car, "Mr. Tang, get in the car."

They are all very considerate. If they really came to see their brother off, they would not bring an old ox or a cart that was about to fall apart. They would at least bring a few white flour buns. It was obvious that the Second Young Master Tang came here to make a fool of himself. He replaced the bride with someone else's on his wedding night. What kind of brotherhood can he still expect?