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

Chapter 90 Going to Dongqi

Judging from Meng Baobao's plans, it seems she intends to imprison her and play with her for a while, and the consequences after playing with her will be extremely tragic.

She hated Mengbaobao, yes, she hated it!

This hatred is different from the dislike for my great-aunt. Once my great-aunt's matter is over, it's over and I won't delve into it.

Komon bags...

He killed her best friend and boss, Abdo, and also cut off her source of income.

If this hadn't happened, she could have easily spent her days with Abuduo, writing and practicing archery, occasionally fighting a harmless battle, and living comfortably for a few years.

Now, all of that is impossible. In this chaotic world, where can she find such a free and happy life?

She never wanted to go back to the time when she was in Nan'an City, where she was constantly on the verge of starvation.

Wutong thought to herself, looking around, and realized that she was passing through the courtyard of the General's Mansion, which was the place where she used to practice archery.

She was a lazy person. Sometimes when her arrows missed and fell into the ditch, she was too lazy to pick them up. She would only pick them up after she had used up all the arrows.

Wutong glanced instinctively at the corner of the wall and, sure enough, saw half an arrow sticking out from a crack in the stone.

Overjoyed, she moved closer to the guard, and taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, she suddenly crouched down, pulled out the arrow, grabbed it, and stabbed it fiercely at him!

In the nick of time, the guard instinctively dodged to the side, the arrow bypassing his heart and piercing his arm.

Seeing that her attack had failed, Wutong didn't try to pull out the arrow, but instead turned and ran, trying to shake him off.

She succeeded and failed.

She ran quickly out of the courtyard, and just as she was about to reach the gate, a group of soldiers walked in and blocked her way.

The guard, clutching his wound, rushed over and, without hesitation, raised his hand and struck Wutong on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

The parasol tree was tied up like a rice dumpling.

She lay in the car, her body swaying with the movement, surrounded by something that smelled foul and nauseating.

This time the journey took much longer than the last. Since she was lucid and had nothing to do, she silently counted the time in her mind.

Someone would come in and bring her food twice a day.

Excluding the time she was unconscious, the carriage took a full ten days to travel while she was still conscious.

Ten days—that's a long journey! Without even looking outside, she knew she must have left Southern Xinjiang.

She is not from southern Xinjiang, and no place in this world is her hometown.

However, during the time he served alongside Abdo at the border, Wutong truly considered himself a soldier of the southern frontier, sharing in its glory and hardship.

Now that she's left, it feels like a piece of her heart has been ripped out. The road ahead is dangerous and unpredictable, making it even harder for her to find peace of mind.

When she was kidnapped, Nanxing was with her, keeping watch for her. Now that these people have kidnapped her, will they take Nanxing with them too?

And Zhou Taili's army, it is said, is already attacking Dagua Town. Do they know she is missing?

She spent the rest of the journey in a daze and in frustration. Eventually, she lost all interest in keeping track of time, because it was too late to turn back now, and she could only take it one step at a time.

The smell around me didn't lessen; it grew stronger and more pungent, turning from a fishy odor into a foul stench, spreading like poison gas throughout the car, and it felt as if something soft was crawling all over me.

Unable to leave, Wutong could only press her back against the car wall, trying her best to stay far away from it.

A few days later, the carriage finally stopped. Wutong was still in a daze and hadn't come to her senses when she heard the sound of firecrackers and enthusiastic cheers outside.

Because the sounds were too chaotic and disorderly, she couldn't hear what the people were shouting. She struggled to move to the side of the carriage and looked through the gap, which was less than a finger's width wide. All she could see was a large patch of red and green, and she had no idea what was going on.

Could it be that she has already entered the capital of Dongqi, and those people are celebrating the triumphant return of the Dongqi army?

For the first time, she felt the loneliness and desolation of a stranger in a foreign land, and knew that in their eyes, she was no different from the cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs that had been stolen from Dagua Town.

Spoils of war have no dignity.

After traveling a while longer, the group stopped again. Someone opened the car door, dragged her out, threw her on the ground, and then went to get other things.

"How did this sheep die..." The man looked at the situation inside the car, gagged twice, and disgustedly dragged out the already rotting sheep carcass and threw it away.

After hearing his words, Wutong finally realized what the foul-smelling thing she had been waiting for was.

The creature crawling on her body was also revealed to be maggots from the sheep carcass.

A strong urge to vomit overwhelmed her, but a gag was stuffed in her mouth, preventing her from even vomiting.

Someone walked over and asked, "Is this the person the king wants?"

"It's her."

The newcomer carried the parasol tree horizontally in his arms and walked towards the door.

Meanwhile, Meng Baobao, Tuotuo'er, and others had already entered the palace to enjoy their glory and an incredibly lavish victory celebration.

The man carried the parasol tree for a long time until he arrived at a door, opened it, and put her inside.

He removed the ropes and other restraints from her and said coldly, "Behave yourself. The king may summon you at any time. If anything goes wrong, your life will be in danger."

After saying that, he locked the door and left.

Wutong was still a little dazed after regaining her freedom. She moved her stiff limbs and reached out to push the door open.

It's locked very tightly; there's no way to escape from here.

The room was dark and had no windows, like a locked room.

Wutong turned her head and looked, but couldn't see anything. Worried that there might be some danger inside the house, she slowly moved over.

When she moved to the middle of the table, she touched a table with an oil lamp and a flint on it.

She had learned to use this when the moon gate closed, and she lit the oil lamp with ease. When her fingers touched the copper lamp wall, she heard a rustling sound behind her, like cloth rubbing against the ground, and her heart jumped.

There are people inside!

She silently watched the oil lamp, her ears perked up, unwilling to miss a single sound.

About half a minute later, she suddenly turned around, grabbed the oil lamp and handed it over, and sure enough, she saw a figure by the flickering light!

"who are you?"

She asked.

The woman had a slender figure, a cascade of black hair, and wore a beautiful and exquisite light purple embroidered dress. Her face was as delicate as a lotus petal, exquisitely sculpted.

However, her eyes looked strange, as if they were covered with a layer of mist, and she didn't react when illuminated by the firelight, which didn't match her frightened expression and behavior.

"Don't come any closer... don't come any closer..."

She didn't answer Wutong's question; instead, she kept shrinking into the corner, her voice clear and pitiful.

End of this chapter