Wen Ruchun's heart was like a knife, and he said sharply, "I'm afraid that I'm going to be more than lucky, and if you don't comfort me when I leave, you will still stab me in the heart!"

Han Rui sneered, "Say goodbye now, it is estimated that it won't be long before your son will meet you in hell."

When he had finished speaking, he turned and left.

Wen Ruchun stood at the door of the mansion, looking at his son's ruthless back, looking at the Dingguo Mansion where he had lived for forty years, and in the end, he was empty-handed.

Steward Lou, whom she treated with all her heart, betrayed her, and her children and grandchildren abandoned her, and in the end, there was nothing left.

"Let's go!"

The messenger jerked the rope, and Wen Ruchun stumbled and fell to the ground. She had heavy shackles around her neck, her hands were held in shackles and she couldn't help herself, and her feet were heavily shackled, and she writhed on the ground with great difficulty.

She had barely stood up, but before she could stand firmly, the messenger impatiently tugged at the rope and walked forward.

Because of the lotus root donation in Ling'an Temple yesterday, there are still many people who come to the vicinity of the Dingguo Mansion today, thinking that there will be no unfinished lotus root, and they can also pick up a leak.

The people didn't pick up the lotus root, but saw the Dali Temple arresting people.

"Dingguo Mansion Benevolent House, why is Dali Temple still coming to arrest people? Looking at a lot of age, what kind of big sin can you commit?"

"Looking at her clothes, she is very rich, and she has fine skin and tender flesh, like a master......

The onlookers were talking in a low voice, and they didn't have the courage to ask the military master of Dali Temple.

But the errand officer was very kind and talkative, and said with a smile that he answered their doubts, "This is Wen Ruchun, the step-room of the old Dingguo Gong, who has just been retired to the Yongping Marquis Mansion!" As a result, the Yongping Marquis Mansion is gone, no, let's take her to the prison to reunite with the family!"

The crowd exclaimed, "Old Duchess Dingguo! Why was she divorced! She is an elder, how can a son divorce his wife on behalf of his father?"

The messenger said disdainfully, "I worked with a servant who came over with the room, and I also gave birth to an illegitimate child, who is the envoy of the Liu Academy, who is very fateful! Did you still use Dr. Dingguo to divorce his wife? How could the elders of the Wen clan tolerate her!"

When everyone heard that it was a female worker, they immediately became indignant.

They already respected the old Dingguo Gong, who had made great achievements in the war, and now they received the favor of the eldest lady of Dingguo, and the Dingguo Mansion was a sacred and inviolable existence in their minds.

It is the time for them to be grateful to Dade from the bottom of their hearts, where can others defile the holy place in their hearts!

"Bah, ***! You deserve it!"

"Brain? What a heroic figure Lao Dingguo is, she still has to hunt wild food in the minions!"

"It's time to strip her naked and parade through the streets and soak her in the pig cage!"

"Master Jun, you must cut her with a thousand knives!"

The rotten eggs and rotten vegetables in the hands of the people smashed at Wen Ruchun.

Wen Ruchun couldn't dodge, so he could only keep his head down and endure it, and his body was in a mess.

The servant shook his head and sighed, "That's not all, the old prince's original wife, the current princess's wife, were all killed by her, even the eldest lady, she almost killed her!" I've been on an errand for more than ten years, and I've never seen anyone so vicious."

There was a roar among the people.

"It's a loss of conscience! The Guogong Mansion is going to be ruined by her!"

"Why didn't Dingguo Gong kill her!"

"Dingguo Gong and the eldest lady are philanthropic people, I'm afraid I can't bear to kill......

"Such a person should go to eighteen layers of hell, and he will not be able to relieve his hatred if he kills a hundred times!"

Everyone was angrily abusive, throwing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves could no longer express their anger, and the clods and stones that could be picked up everywhere became their weapons to vent, and they threw them at Wen Ruchun.

The officer symbolically shouted lazily, "Don't stone people to death."

As the procession following the parade became larger and larger, Wen Ruchun had a blue nose and swollen face, and he couldn't see his original appearance.

If she falls, she must get up quickly, otherwise her fists and feet will follow her. She didn't know whether it was for the people or for the servants

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The journey had just begun, and she felt that it was incomparably long, as if there was no end to it.

Being alive is really worse than being dead.

There was a team of Jin Wuwei who hurried over when they saw that the people were like ***.

But after a while, they understood what was going on.

They rode on their horses and shouted at the leading Dali Temple officer, "An old lady is smashed like this, and you don't care? Where is morality? Where is the floor? Where is she going to be sold? Let's go see the excitement too!"

The officers laughed, "I'll send you a letter then, I guess there will be a long queue to see the excitement!"

"Okay!" The Jin Wuwei galloped away, shouting at the people, "Take it easy, you won't be able to watch the excitement if you smash people to death!"

The messenger deliberately took Wen Ruchun around the capital in a big circle, and returned to Dali Temple until noon.

After half a day's effort, Wen Ruchun's evil deeds spread throughout the capital.

The people had nowhere to vent their anger, and they thought of the female cadre who was still at large.

"I know where Liu's Mansion is, on Zhuangyuan Street! Let's go, throw on it!"

"I'll go too!"

"I'll go too!"

Wen Ruchun was thrown into prison.

The men of the Yongping Marquis Mansion have been exiled to the northern frontier, the most difficult place of exile.

Northern Xinjiang is barren and cold, and there are constant wars. Usually half of the people die on the way to northern Xinjiang, and those who get there usually don't survive the winter until they almost die.

The ladies of the Hou Mansion talked about their age and status, the young and beautiful Sect Workshop Division acted as official prostitutes, and the older ones worked as official slaves, doing all lowly drudgery.

Xiao Wen and several daughters-in-law of the Marquis of Yongping were kept as the last batch, and they got the opportunity to meet Wen Ruchun in prison.

Xiao Wen looked at the embarrassed Wen Ruchun coldly, "Aunt used to have today. You've been calculating all your life, but you still haven't gotten anything, and you're going to end up in the same situation as me?"

Wen Ruchun fell to the ground weakly, and her angry shouts also looked weak, "I'm for Wan'er! That's your daughter!"

Xiao Wen sneered, "For Wan'er? Is it to make Wan'er the queen and save your life? Female godmother***, how can she withstand the wrath of the Duke of Dingguo without a high position like the queen!"

"I raised such a good daughter for you, and I will be a concubine in the future, won't you be good? You may not be a slave for the rest of your life!"

"Good daughter? Shall I benefit from it?" Xiao Wen laughed sadly, and the laughter resounded through the dungeon, "This good daughter, I went to great lengths to see me a few days ago, and before I could be happy, she begged me to kill herself to clear her name!"

Xiao Wen's eyes were full of sarcasm, contempt, and pain, "Aunt said, does she want all my innocence, or her innocence?"

Wen Ruchun lay on the ground in shock.

She knows that Wan'er is ruthless, and she may be so ruthless that she will let her mother commit suicide and fulfill her innocence, but it is chilling.

She was silent for a long time, muttering to herself, "She's right......

The corridor of the prison was dark, and around the corner, a tall dark figure turned away, and the golden dragon on the inky cloak churned awe-inspiringly.

His voice was cold, "Take care of the two of them, don't let them kill themselves."

"Yes!"