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

Chapter 95 Teach him a lesson

After finishing her meal, she climbed back onto the cupboard.

But man proposes, God disposes. What you fear most often comes to pass. Just when it seemed impossible to break through the ceiling, Meng Baobao sent three guards to take Yinling away.

Yinling cried out in disagreement: "I won't go... I won't go... Wutong, save me! Brother Fufeng, save me!"

Even now, she is still thinking about her brother Fufeng, but Wutong has been here for so long and has not seen him show his face once.

The slender and frail Yinling was powerless to resist the guards. No matter how much she struggled and kicked, she was still dragged to the door of the room.

Seeing that she was crying so hard, Wutong thought that going there would not be anything good, so she hid the hairpin in her palm, walked over silently, slashed at a guard's arm, and snatched the silver bell while he cried out in pain, hiding it behind her back.

She could have easily slashed his throat or stabbed him in the temple, killing him instantly.

Unfortunately, this is Dong Qi territory after all. To openly kill someone else's people on their own territory is tantamount to suicide.

Besides, that's all she knows. If it really came down to a fight, she would have no chance of winning.

"You can't take her away! Unless you take me with you!" Wutong said sharply and fearfully, trying to make her voice sound strong.

The two guards checked their companion's injuries and, seeing that they weren't fatal, one of them turned and grinned maliciously at them: "Good bastards... living too comfortably, huh..."

He walked towards them, and Wutong and Yinling kept backing away until Yinling's back was pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

Wutong raised her hairpin, intending to fight to the death with her opponent, but to her surprise, the opponent didn't care to fight her to the death and directly overwhelmed her with strength.

He raised his hand, grabbed Wutong's wrist, and twisted it hard. Wutong was in so much pain that she let go of the hairpin and knelt down.

The man raised his other hand and slapped her hard on the back of the head. Wutong fell face down and fainted.

Silver Bell was grabbed by them and carried out of the room amidst constant screams.

After an unknown amount of time, Wutong slowly woke up, only to find that the back of her head was throbbing with pain, and the infection and inflammation in her hand were getting worse.

The room was empty, and she was the only one left—Silver Bell had still been taken away.

She sat up, feeling frustrated and guilty. The dim, yellow light of the oil lamp shone on her face, and her dark eyes shimmered.

It's so painful... Why does she have to endure all this? All she wanted was to have a few days of freedom.

She has survived to this day entirely by her own efforts, but there are limits to how much she can hold on. What will happen if she can't hold on any longer?

Wutong hugged her knees helplessly, feeling that that day was not far away.

Just as she was lost in thought, footsteps sounded outside the door, accompanied by laughter.

This made her immediately compose herself and focus all her attention.

Footsteps approached the door, the lock was opened, and several faces appeared—the guards who had taken Yinling away earlier.

They're here, but where's Silver Bell?

Before she could think too much, a group of people from the other side walked in and surrounded her in the middle.

Wutong tensed up, watching them cautiously: "What are you going to do?"

Those men sized her up, their faces filled with mockery. The guard who had knocked her unconscious with a karate chop sneered, "She's really tough as a dog. I hit her so hard, and she's already awake."

They clearly had ill intentions, and Wutong said sternly, "I haven't provoked you, so don't touch me!"

The guard sneered twice, grabbed one of the men, pointed at his arm and said, "You slashed my brother like this and you call that not provoking him?"

Wutong retorted, "You were the ones who tried to take people away first! I was just trying to protect myself!"

"Hmph! What nonsense about self-preservation! We're just following the King's orders. Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame us for being impolite!" He waved to the group and said coldly, "Go! Let's teach this savage from the Southern Frontier a lesson!"

The crowd surged forward, each of them clenching fists the size of sandbags.

Wutong had never faced such a situation before, and her first reaction was to run away.

But she was surrounded by them, with nowhere to escape!

Fortunately, these people did not intend to kill her, but only to teach her a lesson, so none of them drew their long knives.

However, the people of Dongqi are physically strong, and even if they fight bare-handed, it's enough to make someone suffer.

Unable to dodge in time, several fists landed on her back. Wutong covered her head and buried her face in her hands, desperately protecting her vital parts. The pain made her nerves tense, and her body almost convulsed.

Those people used her as a punching bag, getting more and more excited as they hit her. One of them, feeling it wasn't enough, grabbed Wutong's hair and forced her to show her face.

Immediately, someone followed up with a punch. Wutong screamed as her face was slammed to the left, her teeth chipped her lip, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth.

"Hahaha, a mere southerner dares to act recklessly on our territory! This is what happens to you. Let's see if you dare to do it again!"

Some people laughed loudly, while others said, "This isn't a girl, she's a young woman! The king brought her back to sleep with her!"

"Girl..." Upon hearing these two words, the men's gazes immediately turned lewd and obscene, their eyes lingering on Wutong's chest and buttocks.

Working in the palace was a miserable experience. Neither Meng Baobao nor Tuotuo'er were easy to talk to; they were like officials who could set fires but forbade ordinary people to even light lamps.

The guards had been holding back their pent-up desires for a long time and could only relieve themselves by going to brothels, while constantly worrying about being caught by their superiors.

Now that a young woman is right in front of me, how can I not be excited?

A hand reached out towards Wutong's chest first, grabbing the tattered and dirty collar of the soldier's uniform, preparing to tear it open.

Snapped--

Wutong slapped the hand away forcefully, glared at them fiercely, and said through gritted teeth, "If you dare to do anything reckless, I will make you regret it!"

"Hahaha!" The group threw their heads back and laughed heartily, so much so that they couldn't straighten their backs.

The last person straightened up and said, "Then I'd like to see what kind of regret method it is!"

In Dongqi's territory, what trouble could a hostage from the southern border possibly cause? It's nothing but bluffing.

Several people rushed forward and surrounded Wutong, tearing off her clothes and pulling off her pants until she was only wearing her undergarments.

Wutong naturally refused to give in easily, struggling and roaring desperately, putting all her strength into her hands and feet, putting in her last effort.

Someone was caught off guard and kicked or punched by her, and immediately felt dizzy.

After calming down, he was furious and immediately joined forces with others to restrain her hands and feet.

The sycamore tree twisted its body like a mudfish, but to no avail.

End of this chapter