Transmigrated into Substitute Bride ‘Fu Lang’

Chapter 47.2

TSBFL Chapter 47.2:

流放

[Exile]

Upon hearing this, Chen Xing was in a daze, he did not know even there is a story behind the prisoner van. At this moment, his mood is a little complicated as he does not know whether to sympathize with those good officials who have been falsely accused or should be feeling that it was not worth it for these present criminals who can enjoy the same treatment as those good officials who were falsely accused.

Gu Lang looked at Chen Xing’s distressed expression, put away that profound mystery expression on his face, and reverted back to his usual warm and gentle as jade appearance, reached out to rub his head, and laughed: ”Well, don’t think about it so much, it’s all in the past now. The new emperor is a benevolent ruler, under his governance, this country will get better and better!

Chen Xing nodded, and the gloomy look on his face dissipated a little bit, waiting until he lifted his head again to return to his usual ‘submit to the will of Heaven and be content with what he has’ look.

Seeing Chen Xing already feel better, Gu Lang followed suit and revealed a smile, then said: ”Didn’t we say we’re going to look at the shop? Let’s go find someone first, he should know the rental information in this neighborhood.”

“Hn.” Chen Xing did not have any objections to Gu Lang’s arrangement, after all, he had only been here for a short time and was nowhere near as well informed as Gu Lang. The two of them left their original spot side by side and walked together in the direction Gu Lang had said.

They did not notice, originally stayed in a corner of the prison car, the lifeless woman who was dirty beyond recognition, looked over in their direction, after seeing the appearance of Gu Lang, she excitedly jumped to the side of the prison car, strenuously outstretched her hand as if she want to grab Gu Lang.

With a “Pa” sound, the heavy whip directly hit the woman’s hand, and the woman immediately drew back her hand.

The official looked viciously at the woman sitting in the prison car who was not honest, threateningly flung the whip on his hand, looked at the woman subconsciously trying to dodge, laughed contemptuously and snorted: “Be quiet little! Don’t make any trouble, or watch out that I will give you a good look.”

Boss Qiao covered her hand that had been lashed, which was painful at the moment. She looked at the official who was staring at her threateningly, and desperately nodded.

The official looked at her cowering appearance, a satisfied expression appeared on his face, and after spitting a mouthful of saliva, he put away the whip in his hand and went to chat with his colleagues with his hands behind his back.

Boss Qiao looked at the departing officials and redirected his sight to the direction where Gu Lang and the others were standing just now, only to see that there was nothing else there but only an empty bamboo basket.

Boss Qiao thought of the scene she had just seen, the handsome scholar and the handsome little Ger talking. The picture was so beautiful that it seemed like a painting, her tears unknowingly fell. At first it was a small sob, then it was bawling, gradually becoming more and more tearful.

She was wrong! She was really wrong! She shouldn’t have moved that bit of greed in the first place, if she hadn’t moved that bit of greed, perhaps she wouldn’t have become what she is now!

Boss Qiao cried her heart out, the surrounding prisoners looked on numbly, and the surrounding passers-by were not surprised (not to wonder at strange sights), pointing and watching the fun.

The official with the whip in his hand glanced at the woman who had just been warned and was now making noises. He was just about to raise the whip in his hand to give her a lesson when he was pulled back by the official next to him.

The official looked at him and smiled teasingly, “Let her be, she won’t be able to cry later anyway.”

The official holding the whip glanced at the person who spoke with him, then looked at the woman whose voice was gradually becoming smaller, and put away the whip, “That’s also right, after all, after you’re dead, you can’t cry anymore.”