A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

The atmosphere in the room was extremely somber, and it was in this atmosphere that the guards with embroidered bags arrived again.

This time, they still only took Yinling with them, and before leaving, they checked the door several times to make sure it was safe before they finally left.

Wutong didn't get a chance to catch up and sat alone in the room waiting.

There has been no news from Nanxing, and she is worried that someone may have discovered her.

After waiting quietly for more than an hour, Yinling was escorted back. She was quite happy when she entered the door and immediately opened her arms to hug Wutong.

"Wutong! That's wonderful!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Brother Fufeng hasn't forgotten me! He's finally sending someone to rescue me. He still cares about me after all!"

Wutong pushed her away by the shoulder and looked directly into her eyes: "You mean the King of Southern Xinjiang has arrived?"

Yinling shook her head: "No, it's his envoy. Meng Baobao said that an envoy was sent from the Southern Frontier. It must be sent by Brother Fufeng to rescue me. We are finally going to be saved!"

She excitedly repeated this sentence over and over, almost unable to sit still.

However, Wutong was not as happy as she had expected after hearing the news.

She was finally going to leave this wretched place, but where would she go after she left?

Abdo had already died in battle, and his army had been disbanded. She knew nothing about the current situation in Dagua Town.

Nanxing hasn't returned since he left that day, and no one knows how he is. She rescued him, and if the two of them can't stay in the army, they'll have no choice but to beg for food together.

Yinling was so overjoyed that she didn't even notice Wutong's dejection. She sat down on the stool, leaned her head close to Wutong, and handed her a comb: "Wutong, can you comb my hair for me? I want to look beautiful when I go back to see Brother Fufeng."

Wutong composed herself, took the comb, and looked at her messy hair, unsure of what to do.

Yinling was truly a beauty; even her hair was beautiful, without a single split end. Her entire head was thick and lush, so thick that you could easily scoop up a handful. When it was held up with a gold hairpin, it looked like a dark cloud was hanging on her head.

Before transmigrating, Wutong only knew how to wear a ponytail, but after transmigrating, she always had a buzz cut, so she was very bad at combing her hair.

Yinling is going to see the King of Southern Xinjiang, so giving her a ponytail would be too outrageous, but she doesn't know how to do anything else... What should she do...?

Wutong bit her lower lip and thought for a long time. Then she slapped her forehead and started working on the comb.

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Half an hour later, Yinling sat upright in the chair, touching herself with her left hand and her right hand, and asked curiously, "What kind of hairstyle is this? Why does it look so strange?"

Wutong put the comb aside, took out the only remaining gold hairpin, and put it in her hair, saying, "Twisted dough stick."

With two long, shiny, village-girl-style braids, Yinling raised her pretty face and asked, "So, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Wutong nodded: "Beautiful."

She said this sincerely. With Yinling's flawless face, she would still be beautiful even if she shaved her head.

Yinling had no idea what she was thinking. She kept stroking her new hairstyle, wanting to find a mirror to look at herself, but unfortunately there was no mirror, and she couldn't see either.

As night fell, she carefully lay down to sleep, pulling her braid out and placing it on the blanket to prevent it from deforming her body.

Wutong slept on the floor as always, and because Nanxing had visited before, she deliberately moved the floor mat outwards so that she could hear Nanxing's movements as soon as he arrived.

A few days later, Nanxing did not arrive, but the envoy that Yinling had mentioned arrived first.

Meng Baobao received the envoy in the main hall of the palace and sent someone to invite Yinling. Yinling had been waiting for this moment for too long and couldn't wait to follow them out. But when she reached the door, she stopped and said to Wutong, "Wutong, don't be afraid. I will definitely take you with me."

Wutong sat quietly in the chair and looked at her: "Okay."

Silver Bell turned around happily and walked out with the others.

The weather was already quite cold, and Meng Baobao hadn't bought them any warm clothes. Yinling's hands and feet went numb from the cold as soon as she stepped outside, but she was still quite happy because she had hope in her heart.

The architectural style of the main hall was exactly the same as that of the sleeping quarters, but it was larger in scale. A silver bell stopped at the door, and a guard went in to report before someone led her inside.

She fully expected to see the face of the Southern Frontier envoy as soon as she entered, and if she was lucky, she might even see Duan Fufeng's confidants.

To everyone's surprise, only one person was sitting in the huge hall: Meng Baobao.

Monba sat upright on the throne, extended a hand to her, and beckoned with his thick fingers: "Come here."

Meng Baobao changed into a vest made of leopard skin, and a circle of mane from some unknown wild animal wrapped around his neck. His figure seemed to have become even more robust, and he looked no different from a wild man.

Silver Bell was wary of his previous actions and felt very disappointed. She swallowed hard and hesitated to step forward.

Silver Bell refused, standing still and asking, "Where is the envoy?"

Beautiful women always have special privileges. Meng Baobao patiently replied, "I've arranged for someone to host a welcome dinner for them. They'll be here soon. If you want to see them, you'd better listen to me."

After thinking for a moment, Yinling slowly walked up the steps, her fingers touching the railing on the steps.

Meng Baobao grabbed her hand, but she immediately shook it off in fright and shrank to the side.

"Are you that afraid of me?" Meng Baobao asked her, squinting her eyes.

Silver Bell rubbed her hand, which he had just touched, with disgust: "I'm not afraid of you, I just find you disgusting."

Instead of being annoyed, Meng Baobao laughed, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He patted the wide chair next to him, which was covered with an animal skin rug, and said, "Come sit here."

Silver Bell crossed her arms and turned her head away: "Absolutely not!"

With the envoys already here, she felt emboldened. Did she still need to obey him completely? This mere King of Dongqi was simply audacious.

As soon as she finished speaking, a guard ran in to report that the envoy was already waiting outside.

Meng Baobao waved them in, then lowered her voice to Yinling and said, "You'd better be sensible. You're still standing on our Dongqi territory. If I wanted to, I could do a hundred things to make you die here. Do you believe me?"

Yinling shuddered, stood up fearfully, and sat down beside him, swallowing her anger.

Meng Baobao smiled with satisfaction, then forcefully reached out and grabbed her hand tightly, ignoring her refusal.

Yinling was about to struggle, but upon hearing the envoy's footsteps approaching, she quickly sat up straight.

She didn't want the people of southern Xinjiang to see her in her current state of disgrace; only the most perfect person was worthy of Duan Fufeng.

There were more than ten people who came in. They were a group of guards, including two envoys and the rest were guards.

After they stopped, the two men stepped out of the line and stood a little closer, greeting Meng Baobao very respectfully.

Meng Baobao responded calmly, as if he had not kidnapped any hostages, but was simply chatting with an old friend.

Silver Bell was immediately disappointed after hearing their accents.

End of this chapter