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

Chapter 9 Brother Fufeng

How can a deserter gain the favor of the enemy?

She patiently and asked, swallowing her anger, "Princess, what was the reason you were kidnapped and brought here?"

"I...I..." Yinling stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything. Instead, the tears she had finally managed to stop started flowing again.

Perhaps because the past was too painful to recall, she forcefully wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and said to Wutong, "I don't want to talk about it! Don't ask me anymore!"

Wutong was rebuffed, rubbed her cheeks, and didn't say anything more.

It's understandable that a princess of a noble dynasty would be in a bad mood after being kidnapped by the empire and imprisoned in such a desolate place where even the wind can't get in.

But if things continue like this, how can she find a way to escape?

The only light in the room was the dim glow of an oil lamp, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night outside.

Wutong was too tired and hungry. She wanted to explore the room again, but she just couldn't muster the energy. So she tugged at her sleeves, tightened her worn-out military uniform, and fell asleep on the ground.

She slept for most of the afternoon and the entire night. During that time, someone opened the door to bring her food, but she was not woken up. It was as if she had not fallen asleep but had fainted.

Yinling herself was partially disabled and couldn't see anything, so she simply ignored her, crawled over to find the bowl, ate her food bite by bite, and then found the bedside and lay down to sleep.

The food was unpalatable, the blankets were not soft, and this kind of life was simply unbearable for her.

"You stinking King of Dongqi! You bastards! When my brother Fufeng arrives, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

She closed her eyes and thought to herself that it was fun, but after thinking about it for a long time, she found it extremely boring.

Duan Fufeng might not come back. When she ran away, he even told her not to go back.

His face was still as handsome as ever, but the words he spoke were chillingly cold.

Yinling felt a lump in her throat and buried her face in the pillow.

The next morning, the sound of the door opening woke Wutong up.

She slowly opened her eyes and felt that half of her body that had been pressed down was numb. If she moved even slightly, it felt like thousands of insects were crawling inside her, and she couldn't help but groan.

The room was still very dark, without any light, and a voice came from the darkness.

"Awake? If you're awake, bring me some water. I need to wash up."

Wutong sat up, pressing her forehead, recalling what had happened yesterday, and realized that Princess Yinling had treated her like a servant.

I'll be a servant to her, as long as I can help her escape, I'll do anything for her.

Wutong was always easygoing. Once the numbness in her body subsided, she picked up a copper basin that was placed by the door and walked towards the bed.

There was a basin of water in the copper basin, with a cloth draped over it. As she picked it up, she pushed the door—but it was no use; the door was tightly shut and wouldn't budge.

She sighed in disappointment and placed the copper basin on the wooden shelf beside the bed.

"Why are you so slow? Am I blind or are you blind?"

Silver Bell scolded, sat up, and slowly stretched out her two hands.

Wutong dampened a cloth and wiped her hands clean, then went to wipe her face.

Yinling had been waited on since birth, so she didn't find it strange. She let the servants patiently wipe her mouth, then held out her right hand: "Mouthwash."

"Mouthwash?" Wutong was taken aback, looking left and right, but there was nothing else.

Yinling frowned, her delicate eyebrows furrowing: "Didn't you leave any?"

The sycamore tree remained silent.

Yinling immediately turned hostile, raised her hand, and shoved the copper basin down with a single blow!

With a loud crash, water droplets splashed onto the ground and covered the sycamore tree!

The two remained silent for a long while, as if the sound of the copper basin hitting the ground was still echoing in their ears.

Finally, Wutong made the first move. She took a deep breath, bent down, picked up the copper basin, and put it back on the shelf with great force.

Just now, while wiping Yinling's face, she was still thinking about how to please her and get her help.

Now she realizes she was wrong; she had no need to please Silverbell at all.

“Princess…” Wutong stood in front of the bed, looking down at her, and said seriously, “We are now the only two hostages from the Southern Frontier in the hands of the King of Dongqi. Although I am not as high-ranking as you, I am definitely not your enemy. Dongqi is our common enemy.”

Yinling regretted overturning the copper basin as soon as she did so. She was spoiled, but not unreasonable.

Hearing Wutong's words, she pursed her lips tightly, her pretty face showing restraint, as if she wanted to cry but didn't.

After a moment, she said, "Fine, I'm not going to rinse my mouth anymore. You can get out."

Wutong didn't move, staring at her without blinking: "Princess, are you really not going to give me any information? We're in this together now."

Her silvery voice trembled with a hint of helpless sobbing: "I don't know anything, what am I supposed to tell you?"

Since being kidnapped, she has not seen anyone except for Dong Qi Wang Meng Baobao.

Every time she saw Meng Baobao, she felt like she was living a life worse than death!

Wutong knew she couldn't push her too hard, so she changed the subject: "You kept calling 'Brother Fufeng' last night, was it the Prince?"

"Who else could it be but him?"

Yinling wiped away her tears and said stubbornly, "Brother Fufeng and I grew up together as childhood sweethearts. We were engaged when we were still in each other's wombs. He will definitely come looking for me if he knows I'm missing! You'd better show me some respect, or I'll go with them alone and leave you here!"

Wutong asked, "How long have you been here?"

The lifestyle of the people of Dongqi was significantly different from that of the people of the southern border and the Central Plains. They did not sleep on beds, but rather on the ground, with just a few fur blankets on top.

The room not only has a bed, but also a square table and a large wardrobe, which must have been specially prepared for Yinling, and for quite some time.

Sure enough, Yinling touched her fingers, lowered her head, and whispered, "It's been more than two months..."

After more than two months, does the King of Southern Xinjiang still not know that she is here?

Was it that he didn't want to come looking for him, or was the King of Dongqi too vigilant?

Wutong couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the appearance of the King of Dongqi and his actions.

The other party is probably not that meticulous; there must be some other relationship between Yinling and the King of Southern Xinjiang.

She suppressed her curiosity and was about to speak when the door opened again.

Yinling said, "Someone has come to deliver food. Go, give them the bowl, and bring the food over."

Wutong did as she was told. The person who delivered the food took the bowl and locked the door without saying a word, acting mechanically like a puppet.

Taking this opportunity, Wutong glanced outside and saw a courtyard with lush, verdant trees, but because time passed so quickly, she couldn't see them clearly at first glance.

End of this chapter