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

Chapter 44 Take off your clothes

Once outside the yamen, Abuduo mounted his horse and rode away, while Wutong, supported by Nanxing, walked step by step back to the general's mansion.

When she arrived at the general's mansion, Abdo was already sitting at the table in the hall, pouring wine into his mouth one sip at a time.

"General..."

Wutong cautiously stepped forward and gave him a military salute.

Abdo's temper is neither particularly good nor bad.

He's down-to-earth and treats everyone like a brother when he's in a good mood.

But if you're in a bad mood, it can be quite unpleasant to anger him.

To put it bluntly, he is rather reckless and willful. Working under such a person can only be described in four words: walking on thin ice.

Who knows when we'll be doomed?

She knelt there on one knee, her wound aching from the rough cloth she wore.

Abudo kept drinking, not even glancing at her, and seemed very unhappy, as if he was troubled by something.

Nanxing, who was originally standing behind Wutong, saw this scene and said with dissatisfaction, "She's talking to you."

Abudushalamu shot him a glare.

Wutong immediately scolded Nanxing: "This is none of your business, get out!"

This guy is cunning, but he never compromises with anyone. He's as stubborn as an ox. If he stays here, he might just provoke Abdo's anger.

Nanxing listened to her and reluctantly went out. The moment Abuduo stepped off the threshold, he grabbed two walnuts from the plate in front of him, tossed them forward, and they hit the door frame, causing the door to close automatically.

Wutong was stunned. She wanted to praise his skill, but after looking at Abuduo's expression, she decided against it.

If he doesn't want to talk, then she'll just have to wait. Kneeling is more comfortable than being beaten.

The hall was quiet. Abdo quickly finished a jar of wine, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of grain liquor.

"Wutong..."

He finally spoke, saying, "Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" Wutong was taken aback and could no longer remain calm. She clutched her coat tightly and asked, "Why?"

Abdo said unhappily, "Just take it off when I tell you to, stop talking nonsense!"

Wutong refused to obey, grabbing the hem of his robe and saying, "General, you said you wouldn't do what General Zhou did."

"Of course I won't be like him!"

"Then why do you want me to take off my clothes?"

Abudu was speechless, yet unable to give up, and became anxious.

"Do you still want to be my bodyguard? If you do, then listen to me!"

Wutong, with her neck stiff, said, "Of course I want to be one. I am loyal to you, but such a request... I'm afraid I can't comply."

Abdo slammed his hand on the table, sending the wine jar rolling to the ground: "Fine! So you're going to go against me, aren't you?"

Wutong said, "I just don't understand why you want me to take off my clothes!"

Abdo jumped up, rolling up his sleeves as he walked towards her: "If you won't take them off, I will! Come here!"

Like a monkey, Wutong darted into a corner and curled up tightly in a ball: "No!"

Abu was tall and strong, with long legs, and he strode up to her in a few steps: "Come out here!"

"No!" She shrank further behind the cabinet.

Abudo didn't have much patience and grabbed her collar.

Seeing that his clothes were about to be torn apart, Wutong's heart jumped into her throat.

She didn't want to reveal her gender, she didn't want to go back to that mountain village, she would rather endure the elements than leave the army!

At the critical moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and a gray, sword-like figure rushed in.

"Let her go!"

With a sharp shout, the two turned around and saw Nanxing holding a short sword, the blade pointing directly at Abudo.

This is a military camp!

Pointing a sword at the defending general, are you out of your mind?

Wutong was almost terrified and desperately said to him, "Are you crazy? Put the sword away!"

"No!" Nanxing said stubbornly, "Unless he lets you go!"

Abdo was already in a bad mood and was simmering with anger. Now, after being provoked, his anger flared up even more.

He abandoned the parasol tree, walked towards the southern star, stopped in front of it, and looked down at it from his superior position.

"Boy, you dare threaten me? You're tired of living, aren't you?"

Nanxing held the short sword with composure and humility.

It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a general commanding thousands of troops, but a passerby with no offensive power.

"Even if you kill me, I will protect her."

"Haha, hahaha..." Abdo was probably so angry that he laughed instead of getting angry, and said, "At your age, you have such a spirit. I admire you."

Nanxing remained silent.

Abudo said, "Since you are determined to save him, then show your sincerity and have a contest with me."

Wutong thought she had misheard.

Abudo wants Nanxing to compete against him?

How old is he? How old is Nanxing?

Isn't this just sending Nanxing to his death?

She immediately rushed between the two men, shaking her head vigorously: "No, General, Nanxing doesn't know any martial arts at all, and he's so..."

Abdo swatted her away: "What's wrong? I was fighting for my life on the streets of southern Xinjiang when I was five years old. I didn't rely on martial arts, but on courage."

Before Wutong could ask for anything else, Nanxing said, "Let's compete."

“Nanxing…” She turned around and saw a young face full of firm belief.

Abudo laughed heartily a few times and said, "I usually use a knife, but I won't bring one today, so people won't say I'm bullying the child."

He walked to the weapons rack, took down a short dagger, tossed it in his hand to test its weight, and then said, "Here you go."

The two walked out of the hall one after the other and stood in the courtyard.

Wutong couldn't stop him, so she could only watch from the side. If Nanxing got injured later, she could take him to the doctor immediately.

Other soldiers, hearing the commotion, also hid in corners and peeked out.

Abuduo beckoned to Nanxing, who was standing less than three meters away from him, signaling him to make the first move.

Nanxing didn't hold back and charged forward with his short sword.

Abdo dodged the sword aimed at his heart, and the two engaged in a fierce battle.

"He has the skills, but lacks method..."

Wutong heard such comments coming from some corner.

Even someone like her, who knew absolutely no martial arts, could see that Abdo was completely letting him win, like a cat teasing a mouse in its palm. It seemed evenly matched, but when it would end was just a matter of his mind.

Nanxing is too thin and weak; his attacks lack any power, and his initial and subsequent moves are scattered and unplanned.

The only thing that's admirable is his relatively stable lower body; several times Abdo tried to lift him up, but he barely managed to dodge.

Now that things have come to this point, we can only hope that Abuduo was just teasing Nanxing and didn't actually intend to kill him.

Wutong felt a little itchy on her eyelids, reached up and touched them, and found her forehead covered in cold sweat.

The two are talking during the battle.

Abdo: "Why are you protecting him?"

Nanxing: "She is my benefactor!"

End of this chapter