But others didn't allow her to think too much, and one of them came out of a dark corner, and the rain was pouring down, and she didn't have time to see the tonic on his chest, so she heard him shout:

"Take it away, put it in the prison of Dali Temple first!"

"Nope! No! I'm not going, I'm not going to the Dali Temple cell, you let go of me, let go of me! Madame Chiang screamed, struggled, and dragged her weak legs. Suddenly, there was a pain in the back of her neck, a burst of Venus in front of her eyes, and a wave of tiredness hit, she slowly closed her eyes, and could no longer make any sound.

The soldiers kicked and carried the people in the courtyard out one by one, and when they got outside, they tied them up again.

Jia's mother was tied in the middle, and from time to time she was pushed and shoved, stumbling and walking out. She looked up, and the rain was falling from the sky, blurring her vision, but she could still see Madame Chiang being dragged like a soaked rag.

She was suddenly a little afraid, a duchess of the country, was suddenly taken away like this, the grandfather of the country didn't even show his face, and he didn't know any news in advance, so when was their every move watched by Shen Junzhuo?

After the panic in the Guogong Mansion, there was an astonishing silence. Except for the sound of the rain and the footsteps of the soldiers, no one spoke.

The servants stood by the roadside, under the porch, or in the house, quietly watching the triumphant crowd being taken away.

Shen Yu also got the news, when the maids and maids were clamoring to raid the house and run around the yard, he was a little stunned, and his first reaction after being stunned was to go to Mrs. Jiang.

Someone knocked over a vase, someone knocked over a table, the floor was littered with broken porcelain and water stains, and the room was in a mess, and he had not recovered from his last injury, and he struggled to sit up from the couch and stumble out.

Before he could go out, he was hit by a little girl who ran over. When the little girl saw that it was him, before he could say anything, she turned her head in fright and ran away, he didn't even see who it was.

Walking out further, the people in the courtyard were running around, and he didn't care about it, and staggered out step by step.

The noble son who was suave in the past is now leaning over, covering his chest with one hand, and he has to stop and take a few breaths when he takes two steps. He was still dressed in white, much thinner than before, and he felt a little weak, with a pale face and loose hair.

In front of him, soldiers dressed in forbidden army uniforms walked by, and those soldiers did not squint and did not pay attention to him at all. He stood and took a few breaths, and the more he went in the direction of the proud house, the more soldiers there were, and the fewer people in the Guogong Mansion.

Since he woke up, he has never seen Sixi again, and the new guy is the same as those before, he doesn't dare to follow him, and only waits for him to say hello before he dares to come. And now, everyone is gone, and there is no one he wants to support.

He walked and stopped, the wound in his chest still aching, and if he breathed a little faster, it would seem to tear open again. The days are painful and long.

Looking back now, he doesn't know what happened that day, so impulsive, so reckless. He regretted it very much, if it hadn't been for that day, he wouldn't have been injured, he wouldn't have been tormented by this pain day and night, Shu Yao wouldn't have left the Guogong Mansion, and he wouldn't have suffered the subsequent disasters.

The man is gone, and his heaven and earth are darkened. He blamed himself over and over again, the wound in his chest was the last memory she had left him.