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

Chapter 45 You're courting death

Abdo: "I am also your benefactor; I gave you food."

Nanxing: "I don't care about your food!"

Abdo: "He's my bodyguard, he's my man. If you dare interfere again, I'll tell you to get lost!"

Nanxing: "If you're so capable, why did you let her be taken to a jail cell? Why did you let her get beaten up? You're a complete coward!"

Abdo: "You're asking for it!"

His eyes flashed with killing intent, his aura was fully unleashed, and his offensive instantly became fierce, giving Nanxing almost no chance to breathe.

Nanxing could no longer afford to attack him and could only dodge, but even that was a rather pathetic attempt.

Abudo: "Are you leaving or not?"

Nanxing: "Wherever she is, that's where I will be!"

Abdo no longer held back; every attack he launched was aimed at Abdo's vital points, with ruthless ferocity.

Wutong sensed something was wrong and shouted anxiously from the side, "Stop fighting! Stop it now! Nanxing, you should admit defeat to the general!"

At this age, admitting defeat is not shameful; preserving your life is the most important thing!

But Nanxing was much more stubborn than she had imagined, and even in this situation, she still refused to back down an inch.

"I do not!"

Upon hearing this, Abdo's fighting spirit intensified, and several times the blade grazed just a centimeter from his throat.

Nanxing was soon out of breath and had no strength to greet him.

Abdo fought with increasing ferocity, his movements relentless, raising his hand for another stab, aimed directly at his heart.

"what……"

The blade pierced the flesh, but it was not Nanxing who screamed in agony, but Wutong.

She stood in front of Nanxing, and Abuduo's dagger was stuck straight into her shoulder, blood gushing out.

Nanxing's eyes widened, his hand trembling as it hovered in the air, wanting to touch her but not daring to.

"General, please spare him, I beg you..."

Despite the pain, Wutong asked.

Abdo asked incredulously, "He's that important to you?"

So much so that they risked their own lives to rush over and save him?

Wutong smiled bitterly, "I saved him...brought him back...so I have to take responsibility for him..."

It's clear that Abudushalamu won this battle.

He had won countless times in his life, but this time, he felt no joy at all; instead, he felt suffocated.

"Whatever you want!"

Finally, he waved his hand, left a sentence, and stormed out, leaving the dagger on Wutong's shoulder, forgetting to take it with him.

The soldiers who had been spying dispersed, leaving only the sycamore and the arisaema trees in the courtyard.

Wutong groaned softly in pain and shifted her body: "Can you take me to see a doctor? It hurts so much..."

With a hint of suppressed emotion in his eyes, Nanxing bit his lip and silently helped Wutong up, carrying her half-on his back as they walked towards the doctor's room in the general's mansion.

The dagger pierced Wutong's shoulder, but fortunately, it did not damage the bones or nerves.

The doctor helped Wutong remove the dagger, applied medicine, and stitched her up.

For Wutong, this is the hardest hurdle to overcome after being here for so long.

No anesthesia, no anesthesia... It hurts so much, it hurts so much...

While getting stitches, she kept chanting "So refreshing!" in her head to ease the pain, but she still grimaced in agony.

The wound wasn't very big, and it was treated in no time. Nanxing supported her with one hand and carried the medicine the doctor had given her with the other, and they returned to Wutong's room.

He placed the parasol tree on the bed and said, "I'm going to brew the medicine. You lie down for a while."

Wutong looked at him with teary eyes: "You look just like my son..."

If she could give birth to such a handsome son, she would die without regrets.

Nanxing walked forward a few steps with her head down, then suddenly stopped and hesitated before turning back.

Wutong: "What's wrong?"

Nanxing bit his thin lips again and again: "Was what you just said true?"

"what?"

You said you would take responsibility for me.

“Uh…” Wutong thought about it carefully and realized that she did say that. She nodded and said, “Of course.”

Nanxing looked at her intently and said, "Thank you."

Wutong didn't know where his "thank you" came from, and Nanxing didn't give her a chance to ask before leaving.

Wutong lay in bed all day, and Nanxing stayed by her side constantly, taking care of her, bringing her medicine and meals, but he didn't say much.

Lieutenant Li still hasn't returned. It would take at least two days to go to and from Dagua Town to buy supplies, and with the shopping, it would probably be at least another day before we see him.

As for Abudo...

Wutong didn't go out. She asked Nanxing, who said he hadn't seen him all day and didn't know where he had gone. In any case, he hadn't returned to the General's Mansion.

Upon hearing that he hadn't returned, the first place that popped into Wutong's mind was the brothel where Jin Jiao'er lived.

Jin Jiao'er and Abuduo's relationship seems unusual; she must be his old flame.

Strangely enough, why did he ask her to take off her clothes as soon as they came back from the brothel yesterday?

Could it be... that they discovered something?

The thought of this possibility made Wutong's heart pound, and she couldn't help but pull the blanket tighter around herself.

Nanxing saw this and came over to ask, "Are you cold?"

Wutong shook her head: "It's nothing."

Nanxing didn't believe it and went out to say, "I'll go and bring in the stove used for decocting medicine."

"Hey, wait!" Wutong called out to him, asking, "Nanxing, can you help me with something?"

Nanxing walked back: "You tell me."

Wutong reached under the pillow and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a few pieces of silver and stuffing them into his hand.

"Could you please take this to Zhao Sanyang for me? And check on his condition while you're at it."

Zhao Sanyang was beaten because he helped her mail the letter. He looked quite badly injured that day, covered in blood.

The barracks certainly don't have the same level of medical care as the general's mansion. I wonder how he was treated after he went back, and whether he recovered.

Thinking about this made her feel incredibly guilty. She desperately wanted to see him, but she was afraid that Wu Datou would use this against her again, so she had no choice but to ask Nanxing to go.

"it is good."

Nanxing took the silver and left. Wutong lay on the bed, looking at the coarse cloth bed curtains, and let out a sigh of relief.

These days are really tough.

The old wounds haven't healed yet, and new ones have appeared.

If Abdo really suspects her gender, then she probably won't be able to stay in the army for much longer; she should make plans as soon as possible.

But where can we go in this desolate wilderness...?

The backyard was quiet. As Wutong thought about it, she began to doze off and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how much time has passed; it could be just a moment, or it could be several hours.

She was suddenly awakened by a noisy, chaotic, and urgent sound, as if something had happened.

The general's mansion has never been in such chaos before.

She sat up in confusion and leaned against the headboard, calling out to Nanxing.

No one answered; Nanxing had not returned.

The shouts from outside were clearer.

"Quickly! Go and meet the Commandant! Those Eastern Qi bastards have stormed into the pass!"

Eastern Qi?

Wutong straightened her back instantly.

They stayed at Yuemen Pass, guarding the Dongqi forces on the other side of the pass. Now that the Dongqi people have rushed in, does it mean... war is about to break out?

This is a big deal!

End of this chapter