The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Chapter 294 Fang Family Secret

"no!"

Fang Youming refused out loud. He looked at his grandfather and then at Magistrate Liu.

"Grandfather, we are now exiles. Exiles are not allowed to leave Yumen. Even if we die in Yumen... we must die here."

His voice was a little hoarse. Along the way, he had been able to frankly admit his identity as a fugitive.

Even if it was just a message, the law was harsh and ruthless, and the entire Fang family would perish if he left.

It is an iron rule that exiles are not allowed to leave the place of exile.

"Okay, I was mistaken."

Old Master Fang also lowered his head. The table with his lame leg was covered with scratches.

"I'll think of a solution for this matter later. I've already ordered all Yumen troops to defend the border. You and your family must stay here and don't move around. Remember, if I have any further notice, I will come in person. Please pay more attention to the old fugitive Fang. If anything is amiss, have Fang Youming come to me. If the situation is urgent, light the chimney immediately."

Liu Huaian couldn't sit still, so he handed something to the Fang family and got up to leave.

If Yumen were to fall into chaos, the refugees would definitely be the first to rebel.

No one wants to be trapped in Yumen for generations, and everyone wants to give it a try if they have the chance.

And the Fang family is the only one that can be trusted.

After Liu Huaian left, Fang Youming looked at the cigarette holder on the table, raised his eyes, and saw his grandfather's face full of wrinkles and vicissitudes.

"Grandfather, why does Magistrate Liu trust you so much?"

Elder Fang picked up the pipe and placed it in his hand. "Take good care of this. Remember what Magistrate Liu just said?"

Fang Youming nodded.

Old Fang sighed and looked at his eldest grandson with some regret.

Among the Fang family's current generation, only the sixth son can be considered outstanding. Not to mention the older ones, they can barely be considered mediocre.

He once believed that this eldest grandson would become the next leader of the Fang family in the future.

It’s a pity that such an excellent child was buried in the yellow sand of Yumen.

"Some things are inconvenient for you to know right now. You just need to know that the Fang family is loyal to His Majesty and to the Great Chu. No matter where they are, they are serving the Great Chu and His Majesty."

Fang Youming didn't understand that their Fang family had been abandoned by His Majesty, and he felt some resentment in his heart.

He concealed the expression in his eyes and nodded obediently to show that he understood.

Taking the chimney, he got up and went out, leaving Mr. Fang alone in the room.

"Brother, have you been to grandfather's house?"

Fang Youhuai had just come back from fetching water. He stood on tiptoe and took a look at the thatched hut behind him.

"Well, is the water finished?"

"I'm done fighting, just got back. Hey, brother, you said there was nothing going on these past two days, I'm still a little uncomfortable with this."

Fang Youhuai wiped his face with his sleeve and sat down on the stone threshold.

"By the way, on the way back, I saw a group of soldiers heading towards the Xisha Islands again. Brother, do you think there will be a war?"

Seventeen-year-old Fang Youhuai sat on the ground, scratching the soil with a branch, and asked his most dependent brother in a muffled tone.

Fang Youming followed his example, sitting there and watching the sunset, the blood-red spreading from the horizon.

"I don't know either. If possible, I hope it's not."

They finally settled down temporarily in this place. Although life was a bit hard, at least they were together as a family and could live a good life.

But if a war breaks out, these fugitives will be sent to the army and become the first to fight and die.

It is also because of this that on the eve of a war, refugees on the border will usually lead others to cause rebellion in order to survive.

Running away is a small matter; the biggest hidden danger is surrendering to the enemy.

In order to survive, people always do unexpected things.

At this time, ten miles outside the gate, a caravan fell to the ground with dead and wounded. In the silence of the night, a man climbed up from the blood-covered ground.

This person was none other than Fan Liang, the boss of Bai Ri’s caravan.

Fan Liang shivered and leaned against a tree, looking at his dead followers with horror in his eyes.

"There are still, still, still, people, alive..."

He was so frightened that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. There was no other sound in the night except the sound of the wind.

Fan Liang propped himself up and tried to get up, but his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground and took out a purse with a tear in the middle from his chest with trembling hands.

These were the copper coins given to him by those who brought things with them every time he went out with the team. Today, he put the money into his purse and placed it directly in the compartment on his chest.

At dusk, he was attacked by Western barbarians. The scimitar pierced his chest straight away, but fortunately it was blocked by the purse, and only penetrated an inch. If it had penetrated a little deeper, he might have died.

God bless you, God bless you.

He slowed down and crawled towards the abandoned frame.

His horses were taken away, and even his cargo was carried off, leaving only the empty, useless carriage.

He felt around to see if there was anything else, most importantly to see if there was any water.

He searched for a while but couldn't find any water. However, he saw a package under the frame. He looked closely and saw that it was given to him by a young man during the day, asking him to take it to a relative who was closing the door.

He opened it and it was full of coarse naan.

It’s no wonder that he looked down on the young man during the day. Even the Western barbarians looked down on this coarse grain.

As soon as he opened the package, he saw a wine bag underneath.

Leaning on the bicycle frame, Fan Liang was gasping for breath, with blood constantly oozing from his chest.

He uncorked the wine bag and took a sip. This was Yumen's hottest wine. He casually tore open his clothes, revealing a gash on his left chest, flesh and blood oozing outward.

"You son of a bitch, you Xiyi bastard, you're killing me."

Fan Liang cursed as he poured wine on the wound, causing his body to tremble violently from the pain.

"Huh, huh, ah."

Sweat was dripping down his face. He blocked the wound with the handkerchief around his waist, closed his clothes with trembling hands, and found a stick to support himself and stand up.

Fan Liang wiped the tears from his face and glanced at his dead followers.

"If I can return safely, I will definitely give your family some consolation money. I'm sorry, brothers."

He limped towards the door with the naan in his hand.

That group of people must be enemies of the Western Yi. Yumen will definitely be in chaos. He must quickly send a message to the people guarding the gate to support Yumen.

Fan Liang was a businessman who traveled frequently, so he was very familiar with the terrain here. He was afraid that there might be Western barbarians along the way, so he did not take the main road on the way to the gate.

He walked while observing his surroundings, and if he heard any movement, he would lie on the ground and not move.

When passing by a low bush, his leg was suddenly grabbed by something, and he was so scared that he almost screamed out.