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

Chapter 5 Spare Me

Wutong coughed until his face turned red, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "General, I was wrong... Please forgive me, you drink slowly, I'm going to the outhouse."

She actually thought she could persuade Abudo to drink with her mediocre alcohol tolerance? She must be out of her mind.

Wutong regretted her actions.

Abdo looked at her amusedly: "You'll have to come back even if you go to the outhouse. You can't escape tonight."

Wutong stood up with a wry smile and walked outside.

As she was leaving, she encountered a group of people walking towards her, and she recognized the two people leading the group.

One was Steward Duan Wen, and the other was the peerless dancer I had seen in the cloth shop that day.

The dancer still wore a veil, her charming face partially hidden behind it, her eyes captivatingly alluring.

Wutong was secretly surprised. Why was she here? Wasn't this a banquet for the generals guarding the border?

She stepped aside to make way and stopped in her tracks.

The crowd passed by her and entered the banquet hall.

A collective gasp came from inside, clearly stunned by the dancer's beauty, followed by Steward Duan's voice.

"The meal is still being prepared. His Highness is unwell and is probably unable to come out to entertain everyone. To make up for it, the Prince's Palace has specially invited the most beautiful of the three great beauties from the Central Plains, the dancer Zhiwu, to perform a dance for everyone."

Exclamations of admiration rang out.

"So this is Zhiwu! She is truly stunning!"

Among them, Abuduo and Zhou Taili's voices were the most prominent.

"Why are you dancing, beauty? Come and drink with this general!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, let's dance, come dance over here!"

Wutong: "..."

She suppressed her curiosity, asked a servant for directions, and headed towards the outhouse.

As night fell, a pale moon hung in the sky, and a cool breeze blew.

The outhouse was in another direction. Wutong walked along the corridor and turned several corners before finally finding it.

If there's anything unbearable about traveling back to ancient times, it's the outhouse.

It doesn't matter if the food isn't very good, as long as it fills your stomach.

It doesn't matter if her clothes are rough; she's not some pampered princess anyway.

This toilet is the only one she can't stand. Every time she goes in, she wishes she could close her eyes and come out with her eyes closed, as if she were blind.

Did princes and emperors use this kind of thing normally?

She fantasized that if she were to one day strike it rich and become a favorite of the emperor, the first suggestion she would make would be to improve the latrines.

Wutong fastened her belt and came out of the outhouse. The wine was still burning in her stomach, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, and her stomach was cramping in waves.

Who said the alcohol concentration was low? It's clearly alcohol they're drinking...

She didn't want to go back too early, worried that Abudu would force her to drink more, so she walked slowly while holding onto the wall.

This palace is quite magnificent. Bathed in moonlight and flickering candlelight, it's as beautiful as a fairyland.

Occasionally, a few maids would walk by; each one was beautiful with rosy lips and white teeth, and quite clever.

Wutong looked at them with envy, and thinking of the beautiful dancers, she unconsciously touched her own face.

She used to love skincare and bought a ton of bottles and jars. But after coming here, she hasn't even washed her face properly more than a few times. Her clothes are always sloppy, and she wears the same clothes for days on end. She's become a complete rough-and-tumble guy.

Will I ever be able to go back? If I really have to live like this for the rest of my life, it's truly despairing.

Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol, but as she recalled the past, she felt increasingly sorrowful.

Actually, she had her share of hardships on ordinary days, but she forced herself to persevere and kept telling herself to hold on.

She has already left Zhoujia Village. The world is so big, where can't she make her home?

She not only wanted to live, but to live beautifully, so that one day she could return in glory and show those blind aunts and cripples that she could live well without relying on them.

The cold moonlight shone on her. Wutong looked at her palms, which had been rubbed raw by the horse reins and were stained with wine, causing a burning pain.

I miss my dad, I miss my mom, I want to go home...

A wave of grievance washed over her, and she had no strength left to walk forward. She squatted down against the courtyard wall, buried her face in her knees, and secretly wiped away her tears.

After a while, I finally calmed down a bit.

Wutong stood up, wiped her eyes with her oversized sleeve, and slowly walked forward.

Musicians accompanied the dancers in the banquet hall, where beautiful women and delicious food were served, accompanied by light singing and graceful dancing.

Cheers occasionally rang out from the banquet hall, as if the people sitting inside were no longer generals who had fought on the battlefield, but rather men who were captivated by beauty.

However, among these voices, Wutong detected something different.

It sounded like someone was injured and was hiding in a corner, groaning in pain.

Who?

Where did the sound come from?

The cool breeze cleared her head considerably, and she followed the sound.

After walking a short distance, a half-open door appeared ahead, and the sound grew clearer, coming from inside the door.

It was pitch black inside, with no lights on.

Wutong stood outside the door and tentatively asked, "Is anyone inside? Are you injured?"

No one responded to her.

The moans grew increasingly painful.

"Excuse me... is anyone inside? Do you need any help?"

Wutong asked a few more times, but still no one answered.

Could someone have suffered a brain hemorrhage?

She remembered that her grandmother used to be like this, suddenly falling to the ground and unable to get up or speak, only able to keep groaning.

She knocked on the door again, then, feeling worried, she gently pushed the door open a crack and stepped inside.

Moonlight streamed into the room, making it vaguely appear to be a study, but no one was there.

"Excuse me……"

She was about to say something when she suddenly felt a force on her feet that pulled her down with lightning speed!

"Help... ugh..."

She tried to call for help, but a heavy, sturdy male body suddenly pressed down on her and poked her, rendering Wutong unable to make a sound.

what happened? !

She was terrified. Recalling the martial arts novels she had read before, she guessed that someone must have silenced her by striking her acupoints!

Who is it?

The man thrust out a palm, the force of which slammed the door shut, plunging the study into darkness. He then began to undress Wutong.

His body felt extremely heavy, and his body temperature was extremely high, even higher than that of someone with a high fever. His breathing was rapid and abnormal.

Wutong was terrified and sensed something was wrong, so she tried her best to push him away.

He felt impatient, so he used one hand to hold down her restless arms and lift them above her head, while his other hand reached down and touched a certain place.

Wutong: "!!!"

Do not!no!

When she got angry, she bit down hard on the man's shoulder with all her might.

The man cried out in pain, and taking advantage of the opportunity, Wutong pulled up her pants and tried to run away.

However, as soon as he lifted his leg, he was pushed down again by that person!

End of this chapter