Chapter 46: Home Search is Welcome
Dignified figures came in and out of the mansion.
The soldiers carried the boxes out one by one, then put white seals on them and carried them to more than a dozen carriages parked at the door. When these soldiers saw Su Chen, they showed no expression.
There were wailing sounds inside the gate of the mansion. A group of relatives living in the mansion were holding their bundles and being driven away by several soldiers. When they saw Su Chen coming back, they swarmed over and pointed at the surrounding soldiers. The horse kept talking.
Many voices could not be heard clearly. Su Chen ignored them and squeezed out from among them. The hall and every room in the front yard were sealed and could be moved inside. Most of the things have been taken out and placed under the eaves, waiting to be counted.
An official from the state government recognized Su Chen and whispered: "Master, please don't mess around." Then he added: "Master Marquis and Governor Tang are over there in the atrium."
Su Chen did not There was no expression on his face as he answered, and the surrounding soldiers and crying maids and servants stepped aside to let him pass. From across the atrium, there were more cries.
The eldest sister-in-law, Yin Suhuan, almost squatted on the ground with her mother in her arms and cried loudly, obviously already knowing the news of her eldest brother's death; the second sister-in-law, Hua Hong, shed tears and argued with a soldier, trying to get back her jewelry box; The second brother gritted his teeth and stared at a general in armor. The other general ignored him at all and was talking to Su Congfang who looked dull.
"Master Su, this is your Majesty's order. I hope you don't blame me. Now that the matter has come to this, I still follow your Majesty's order and will move out of here tomorrow and live outside the city. There are already people there. The Marquis and his family chose a house."
On the side, there was Tang Huaiyuan, the governor, who stroked his beard and sighed: "Master Marquis, don't be sad..." In fact, he really couldn't find anything to comfort him.
After all, the eldest son died, the Marquis was removed, and all the family belongings were not confiscated. It would be difficult for anyone to accept such a blow.
Su Congfang's eyes drooped, as if all her energy and energy had been sucked away at this moment, she slowly moved her steps and turned around to leave.
"Master Su."
At this time, next to the general, a man wearing an embroidered brocade robe stretched out his hand to stop Su Congfang. His voice was rough, but he had a face in his early twenties. He has a handsome face and a smooth chin without beard.
"You have to take off your marquis brocade robe and jade pendant. Common people are not interested in wearing them. If you walk out on the street, you will be jailed and beheaded."
"Then you have to go back to your room to change. You are bullying me too much!" The old woman got up from the ground. The sister-in-law next to her cried and rushed forward to catch her. She was almost crazy because of her husband's death.
He took a few steps closer, but somehow he was bounced back and hit the old woman. When Su Lie saw his mother being knocked to the ground, he rushed forward with a cry of "Ah!"
The handsome man glanced at him, and with just one glance, Su Lie was sent flying out of the air.
Then he was caught in mid-air and landed steadily. When Su Lie turned his head to look, Su Chen was standing behind him at some point.
“Haha, it turns out he is the third son of the Su family.”
The man looked at Su Chen and laughed, "Fortunately, I heard some rumors about the Third Young Master from His Majesty. He is indeed quite heroic."
"Then I really should thank Your Majesty for the praise." Su Chen Looking at this man, the fingers on the palms under his sleeves are long and slender, his belly is slightly bulging, and the skirt of his clothes is slightly stroking when he breathes. He must be the first-class master Shisan said before.
"Since the house is being searched, why bother my father? He will not be the same as you."
Now is not the time to conflict with them head-on. Before entering the city, those soldiers patrolling the streets are definitely not determined. The soldiers and horses in Ancheng were angry for a moment, and the whole family was in danger.
"Third Young Master is sensible, so I will just treat it as if it just happened and never happened." The fox-faced man glanced at Su Congfang and others with a smile, then laughed, turned around and left with his hands behind his hands.
Su Chen was about to say a few words of comfort to his parents when he suddenly felt a little lethargic, as if something had been stripped away. He hurriedly tried to communicate with King Cao Cao of Wei who was wandering around the house, but what came across was blank. The merit bar in his mind was flashing at this moment. It seems like it will disappear at any moment.
At this moment, in the peripheral vision, a puff of black smoke floated from the south.
There is also the smell of burning wood.
He felt something bad in his heart. He took steps forward, stumbled towards the south chamber, and rushed into the Crescent Gate. Thirteen was held by several soldiers with spears on their necks, shouting heartbreakingly. : "You guys, stop burning!"
More than a dozen soldiers were coming out of the ancestral hall holding a bunch of spiritual tablets, and they all threw them into the fire.
"What are you doing?!" Su Chen looked at a spiritual statue being thrown into the fire. He rushed over, but was stopped by several heavily armored soldiers and stepped back.
At this time, a man in a green brocade robe walked out of the ancestral hall. When he saw Su Chen, he came over with a smile and whispered: "Third Young Master, these things in the ancestral hall are overstepping the bounds. If Your Majesty knows, It’s not just as simple as confiscating the house, but fortunately Commander Fei and the fox-faced Qin Zhuang didn’t come, so I burned these things first.”
This man’s tone was indifferent, he was protecting the Su family. After saying that, the man turned his back and watched the last soul being thrown into the fire before he led the others away. Su Chen stood there, looking at the burned-out fire. The spiritual tablets that had been used to burn incense and worship had long since turned into a pile of ashes.
The wind blew over and dust flew around him.
The merit bar in my mind disappeared completely at some point.
"Third Young Master." Thirteen came over with a sad face. Su Chen shook it twice, forced out a smile, and waved to him: "Third Young Master, please stop shouting. Let's go. You are free too."< br>
Thirteen shook his head, sniffing and followed Su Chen as usual.
The sky gradually turned westward, and everyone in the family was kicked out. Su Congfang crossed the threshold of the mansion gate, looked back at the Su mansion door plaque that was being taken off, and suddenly burst into laughter.
“Come on! I respectfully ask for a house raid!”
The old man's face was flushed, and he cupped his hands and bowed to the soldiers escorting him: "Please be careful, don't damage the door plaque."
Seeing Su Chen's vague steps, Su Congfang said with a smile: "O Changsheng, our family is gone."
"Our family is still there."
Su Chen looked at the door plaque that had been taken away, and squeezed out a smile: "As long as you are still here. , Home is still here, Dad, let’s go home, there will be a chance to come back later.”
After comforting the old man, he put him on the carriage and sat with his mother. He took one last look at Su Xuan. After closing the door of the house, he turned around and got into the carriage behind him, sitting with his eldest sister-in-law, second sister-in-law and second brother.
On the street, people who heard that the Su Mansion had been confiscated and had their property confiscated poured into the street. Among them were many people from all walks of life in the city. They watched in silence as the carriage slowly drove away.
"Master Su!!" Someone shouted.
On several streets, a huge crowd of people standing on the street shouted, "Although Ding'an City is not rich, it is still stable. During this period of drought, the prince went to various places to help the people and victims." , they are all visible.
After hearing the news, the victims outside the city even blocked the city gate, and the escorting imperial soldiers and horses were as if they were facing the enemy. For fear that these people would cause rebellion, Su Congfang got out of the car and said many words of comfort, and the darkness was overwhelming. The crowd then dispersed to make way for them.
The carriage drove slowly and headed south along the official road. Five or six miles away, it was surrounded by farmland and woods. Close to the woods was an old and dilapidated house with only six rooms. The house and yard were overgrown with weeds, and the roof tiles were loose, revealing a large hole. It had snowed heavily before and drifted into the house, and there was still a large puddle of snow that had not melted.
Su Congfang, wearing coarse clothes, stepped out of the carriage, took his old wife's hand and walked into the courtyard. Looking at the desolate scene, she burst into tears.
"I'm sorry to all the ancestors of the Su family." He looked at his old wife, his voice choked with sobs: "I'm even more sorry to you, for making you suffer with me when you are old."
Xiao Wei held her husband's hand and said, "If you hadn't saved me back then, I would have drowned a long time ago. Husband, look at this house. It's not too dilapidated. After some repairs, it will still be habitable."
< br>The old woman wiped the corners of her eyes and turned back to look at Su Lie, Su Chen, their two daughters-in-law, and Shisan and Chunmei who were following them.
“This is the place to stay from now on. Let’s clean it up while it’s still dark and spend the night.”
Without saying a word, Chunmei and Shisan put down their baggage and walked into the room to clean up the debris and snow. Su Lie took his wife who was unwilling to move and walked over.
Su Chen also nodded and remained silent in the yard, pulling out calf-high weeds. His sister-in-law, Su Huan, cried softly and joined in.
The sky is getting dark, and the family is sitting in a dilapidated hall without tables and chairs, all in silence by the rising bonfire.
As the night deepened, a few barks of dogs occasionally came from the distant villages. In the same night, the woman of the Qiao family was riding on horseback, speeding on the snowy official road, with people on her left and right behind her. With two thin knives hanging on each side of his waist, he braved the biting cold wind and rushed to Ding'an City with the light reflected on the snow by the faint moonlight.
When she was tired, she dismounted from her horse to rest. When she was hungry, she took a bite of cold and hard steamed buns, and then continued on her way.
At the same time, there was also a figure who had already exceeded his physical limit and stumbled around. He was injured in more than ten places, and the wounds were all inflamed and red.
(End of this chapter)