The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 399

In the tent, the dancers looked at each other, with ambiguous smiles on their faces, got up one by one with interest, and stepped aside.

The boy stretched out his hand, and then he pushed the robe on Sangege's body aside.

San Gege's face was full of tears, and she wanted to struggle, but the young man stretched out his arm and pulled her up.

He dragged her, as if he was just pulling a prize, from the thick carpet all the way to the couch, and then threw Sange on the low couch at will.

The girl's long hair covered the pillow mat.

Under the great fear, Sangege's throat was able to speak: "... Let me go! I am Daqing..."

It's a pity that what she said was still too vague, it sounded like the howling of prey caught in a trap.

The young man's face was a little lazy, he stretched out his hand and untied the belt on his body, walked to the side of the couch, looked down at San Gege condescendingly, and reached out and landed on her shoulder.

He squeezed San Gege's shoulder playfully, suddenly lifted her chin, leaned down and sniffed San Gege's cheek frivolously.

Sangege exhausted all the strength in his body, waved his hand and slapped the boy's face fiercely, then used all his strength to roll over from the low couch and crawled on the carpet Take a few steps.

She fell on the ground until her body was so weak that she couldn't move at all, and she couldn't stop panting.

The dancers around were still chuckling secretly, but suddenly there was a dead silence.

Everyone knows the little general's temper, this weak-looking girl—no one expected to be so violent.

Finished!

The air in the tent condensed, and San Gege was trembling all over, biting his lips tightly, looking up at the boy in grief and shame.

She had already seen it—for three days, no one came to rescue her.

why?
Obviously: she has fallen deep into the enemy's heartland, where Ama can't find it at all.

Even if her throat is good, even if she can find ways to tell the other party her identity - no one here will believe it, they will only think that she is crazy and talking nonsense.

After all, when she was captured, she was wearing the ordinary clothes of a local girl.

Moreover, in order to avoid the wolves that day, she had already thrown away everything in the package she carried with her.

There is nothing to prove her identity.

San GeGe closed her eyes in despair, thinking about what would happen next...

It's better to anger the enemy now!

It would be best if he could be so enraged that the little general would kill himself directly - he would end up clean and happy.

If it was given to a lieutenant general or other lower-ranking sergeant like that day.

Even like what an old man in the army once eavesdropped on - he became a female slave in the enemy's barracks.

Of course, not the kind of slaves who simply do hard work.

At that time, it is really impossible to survive and impossible to seek death.

……

The boy was slapped by Sangege, and he was caught off guard, and the fingerprints were clearly visible on his face.

He was a noble man, so he was naturally furious, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pressed it on the handle of the knife next to him.

Some of the dancers screamed in fright, stretched out their hands to cover their eyes, not daring to look again, and hid their faces in the arms of their companions.

San Gege lowered his head, secretly looking at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eyes.

Before the boy could react, she turned around and bumped her throat against the sharp corner of the iron frame next to her.

The iron rack is used for grilling, and one end is sharp enough. If the angle and strength are controlled properly-it is not difficult to kill a person.

It is not difficult to seek death.

At the critical moment, the boy directly reached out and grabbed her hair, and pulled San Gege back forcefully.

The girl's hair was smooth and cool, holding it as if holding a handful of silk.

Concubine Ji next to her trembled and put her hand down, peeking over, only to see the little general squinting his eyes, with a half-smile on his face.

The anger was like light and shadow, cloudy and cloudy on his handsome face, and finally subsided gradually.

He just stared at the girl lying at his feet, raised his eyebrows slightly - as if he was just looking at an angry kitten

The young man slowly let go, let go of the handle of the knife, and suddenly bent down, and hugged San Gege horizontally.

Sangege was caught off guard, he felt his body fly into the air, and instinctively reached out and grabbed the boy's arm.

The young man gave a low laugh, but this time his movements were gentler, he put her on the low couch, and then glanced at the dancers beside him.

The dancers immediately rushed out one by one.

The guards guarding the door of the tent naturally understood what was going on inside, they looked at each other ambiguously, and then retreated silently.

On the blanket, only the last layer of underwear was left for Sangege, with the neckline wide open.

She kept shivering in the warm air, turned her head to face the bed, her lips were bitten with blood.

She resigned herself to her fate and wept in despair.

While crying, San GeGe felt a sudden chill on his neck.

Something cool was applied to the wound on her neck, with a bit of pungent stimulation.

San Gege trembled for a moment before realizing that the ointment on her neck was the ointment that Amu had applied to her.

She froze.

……

Amu waited anxiously outside the tent.

She didn't know what to call Sangege, but since she had taken care of Sangege for a few days, she had already cared about Sangege.

Seeing Sangege being sent back, Amu hurriedly followed into the tent, and when Sangege was thrown down on the blanket, Amu quickly reached out to catch her.

She naturally knew why the little general sent the little girl there.

Amu stretched out his hand, although he was a little embarrassed, he still gently helped San GeGe untie the outer clothes.

Unexpectedly, while taking care of her, Amu found that the innermost clothes of Sangege were still in good condition.

And there is no trace.

Didn't the little general touch her in the end?
Amu was stunned for a moment, touched San Gege's cold hands, and quickly brought all the warm blankets and clothes from the tent, and put them on San Gege messily.

In the middle of the night, Sange couldn't stop shaking.

"Cold...cold..."

Sange said in a low voice.

The movement of speaking touched her wound, and San Gege coughed again in the dark night.

The guard outside took a look, and then stood back silently. Only Amu crawled over in a daze, and stretched out his hand to put San Gege into his arms.

Probably because he felt the temperature on Amu's body—San Gege couldn't help rubbing his feet against her: "Er Niang...it's cold...it's cold..."

She cried hoarsely.

Amu couldn't hear what she was saying, but she could also judge from the movements of Sange that she felt her feet were cold at the moment.

Amu was anxious for a moment, and went over to cover San Gege's feet in his arms.

(End of this chapter)