He Zhiran continued to avoid the sight of the guards to find the harvest target. At the same time, his consciousness also entered the space to check.
I thought that the Duke Protector's Palace had a rich background and would have some financial resources.
Unexpectedly, in addition to some brightly colored fabrics, there were also some grains, both coarse and fine grains, and half a box of silver ingots.
As for antique calligraphy and paintings, gold, silver, and jewelry, there are very few of them.
The dignified government of the Protector of the Country is so poor, which shows the integrity of the Mo family.
However, such a family that has been loyal and loyal for generations is actually feared by the superiors. It is simply that the sky has no eyes.
The half box of silver was only ten thousand taels by visual inspection. Although it was much less than expected, He Zhiran firmly believed that something was better than nothing on the road to exile.
He Zhiran just thought and acted like this. Whenever she could easily enter any place, all the items were put into the space. Until there was no more items in the space, she had no choice but to return to her yard.
At this time, more than an hour had passed since she came out.
Qiaoyu still stood outside the door dutifully, while He Zhiran jumped directly into the bedroom from the window.
Just as he changed out of his camouflage uniform, he heard a rush of footsteps outside.
"My lord, what's going on?"
He Zhiran heard Qiaoyu's anxious inquiry and hurriedly went out to greet him.
I saw Mo Jiuye being carried by two guards using the door panel and walking towards the house.
"Madam, the Duke of Guo is injured. My subordinates will send him back first and call for the imperial doctor immediately."
As they spoke, the two guards had already moved Mo Jiuye from the door panel to the bed.
The two guards left, and Qiaoyu walked up to He Zhiran with red eyes.
"Miss, the Duke was fine when he went out just now. Why did he become unconscious just now?"
He Zhiran was also observing Mo Jiuye's condition, and saw that his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was in a coma.
"Go and guard the door first. The imperial doctor will bring you over as soon as possible."
The first thing she did was to push Qiaoyu away and then help Mo Jiuye check his injuries.
"Yes!" Qiaoyu responded, then turned and left.
He Zhiran adjusted the two red wedding candles to their brightest state and placed them on the bedside, preparing to check on Mo Jiuye's condition.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stretched out her hand, Mo Jiuye opened her eyes.
"I'm fine."
Listening to his voice, he was confident that it must be nothing serious.
"What happened?" He Zhiran asked.
Mo Jiuye hesitated for a moment and turned his body slightly.
His cold eyes stared closely at He Zhiran.
"How did you know that if I enter the palace today, I will be framed by the emperor?"
On the way back from the palace, Mo Jiuye lay on the door panel, wondering how He Zhiran knew all this.
The most likely possibility is that his father-in-law He Yuanming knew about this in advance, otherwise, he would not be able to explain it all.
If this is the case, He Yuanming is undoubtedly the person on the emperor's side, and He Zhiran does not rule out the possibility that it was the other party who was responsible.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiuye looked at He Zhiran with a deeper look.
If they were the ladies of this era, they would probably be scared to tears.
He Zhiran knew that Mo Jiuye was doubting her, but she didn't feel guilty at all.
"I have been having the same dream for several days in a row. I dreamed that you would be in this kind of disaster. Whether you believe it or not, this is my explanation."
Looking at her clear and smart big eyes, Mo Jiuye obviously didn't believe her words, but surprisingly he didn't continue to press.
He Zhiran didn't know what he was thinking, so he spoke again: "Are you injured? I know some medical skills and can help you check."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Jiuye pulled out the cushion she gave her from behind in front of her.
The mat was damaged in many places, and there were faint traces of blood on it.
"You still entered the harem? And then you got beaten up a hundred times?"
This is how it is recorded in history. Now that Mo Jiuye is being carried back, there are still blood stains on the mat, indicating that all this has come true.
Mo Jiuye shook his head slightly: "I didn't enter the harem. The emperor charged me with disobeying the imperial decree and gave me fifty slaps."
As he said that, he looked at the blood-stained mat again and said sincerely: "Thank you for your reminder and the mat, which allowed me to escape this disaster."
Thinking of these, Mo Jiuye still had lingering fears.
He was led into the palace, and as He Zhiran reminded him, the emperor invited him to meet in the harem.
Thinking of He Zhiran's earnest advice before leaving, Mo Jiuye refused to enter the harem on the grounds that foreign men were not allowed to enter.
When the emperor saw that things did not develop according to his plan, he was furious and charged Mo Jiuye with disobedience.
If it is said that disobeying an order is a capital crime, however, the emperor also knows that he is using this excuse to punish Mo Jiuye for his namelessness. Once the matter is exposed, he, the king of a country, will lose his face.
However, he didn't want to let Mo Jiuye go like this, so after weighing it, he ordered someone to give him fifty slaps.
On the one hand, Mo Jiuye suffered fifty less blows, but also because He Zhiran provided him with cushion protection in advance, so he only suffered some superficial injuries.
However, in order to deceive others, Mo Jiuye deliberately pretended to be unconscious and was carried back to the Protector's Mansion.
From Mo Jiuye's perspective, he felt that He Zhiran might know some other things.
"Did anything else happen in your dream?"
He Zhiran was waiting for Mo Jiuye to take the initiative to ask. She didn't care whether the latter believed that she learned this in a dream. She solemnly said: "I also dreamed about the Duke Protector's mansion being ransacked and exiled."
"Search the house and exile?" Mo Jiuye's eyes widened, obviously a little shocked.
He Zhiran nodded seriously: "If the time is good, it will be tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow morning?"
"Well, tomorrow morning, after the morning court starts, there will be an official impeachment, and there will be evidence they prepared in advance that you collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country."
For some reason, Mo Jiuye didn't have much doubt about He Zhiran's words.
After all, many things don’t happen without warning.
For example, I was summoned to the palace for no reason tonight, and then I was beaten fifty times.
There were others, but Mo Jiuye didn't have any idea at all.
At this time, Mo Jiuye was already deep in thought.
Regardless of whether what He Zhiran said would come true, he felt the need to prepare in advance.
Thinking of this, Mo Jiuye looked at He Zhiran.
"You should send someone now to inform my mother and sisters-in-law that I am seriously injured and unconscious after returning from the palace. They must come back here to see me. I will mention this to them when the time comes."
For some reason, Mo Jiuye inexplicably believed in this unfamiliar woman in front of him.
At the same time, he also maintained the same mentality as He Zhiran. He would rather believe what he said or not. Even if it was all in vain, it was better than being in a hurry when something happened.