Chapter 603 Brother Shu Zheyu was poisoned by Jiufeng
Barbarians, tribes.
Brother Shu Zheyu returned to the camp and kicked the table irritably.
He originally wanted to spy on the military situation, but a woman blocked his way.
"Get out!" Unable to save face, Brother Shu Zheyu breathed hotly.
Murong Ling was so frightened that her whole body trembled, she curled up and wanted to run away.
"Did I let you go?" Brother Shu Zheyu raised his hand and grabbed Murong Ling's back collar, feeling a little irritable.
Murong Ling was so frightened that she wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to cry.
"Tarta...you, your face."
Brother Shu Zheyu frowned and let go of Murong Ling.
"My slave, I'm going to get you a bronze mirror right now..." Murong Ling ran out in panic, then stumbled back holding the bronze mirror in her arms.
Brother Shu Zheyu grabbed the bronze mirror and took a breath of cold air. "Where is the witch doctor! Get in!"
After returning from Fengtian Military Camp, his face was strangely covered with red bloodshot eyes.
The witch doctor came in in panic and knelt on the ground in fear. "Tarta, you have been poisoned."
Brother Shu Zheyu frowned, poison?
He had only fought against that woman from Fengtian. When did she poison him?
"The poison seeped from the scratches on the neck." The witch doctor said nervously.
Brother Shu Zheyu glanced at the scratches on his neck.
Very good, very good!
This woman is dead!
"What are the side effects of this poison?" Brother Shu Zheyu only felt that his whole body was hot and hot, and he didn't notice any discomfort yet.
He didn't believe that the woman used this poison just to disfigure him.
"This... this poisonous poison is called red spider. There is no cure for the poison, but it will die naturally... The body of the poisoned person will have red blood streaks, and when the poison occurs, it will be unbearably hot and emotional... swelling and pain, but they must not have sex with men and women.
, as long as Tartar can endure it for forty-nine days, the poisonous insects will naturally dry up if they don’t get any nutrients.”
"..." The bronze mirror in Brother Shu Zheyu's hand was pinched and broken.
This damn woman, isn’t it said that women in Fengtian are all reserved? Reservedness carries this despicable poison?
"This kind of poison is... used by women from southern Xinjiang to punish heartless people." The witch doctor reminded him in a low voice, his heart rising to his throat.
Women in southern Xinjiang will carry this poison with them, because it is harmless to women and not only attractive to women, but will only pick on men.
"A girl from southern Xinjiang?" Brother Shu Zheyu said through gritted teeth. "It's best not to fall into my hands!"
Murong Ling knelt aside in horror, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. This poison is really good news for women...
"What are you still doing here? Get out!" Brother Shu Zheyu was going crazy. His body was extremely hot now. It was the same as the drug of lust, but he couldn't touch a woman! He didn't have to hold it in for his whole life!
Very good.
"Go and find out for me the origin of that damn woman!"
Brother Shu Zheyu made a lot of noise, and the men outside the camp were trembling with fear.
Murong Ling was also driven out, her legs trembling.
"Beauty, what's going on with my good brother?" As soon as Murong Ling left the Tarda camp, he was forcibly pulled to a dark place by a man.
Murong Ling's whole body was trembling, and her teeth were chattering. "King Yisheng, slave, I don't know..."
Yisheng is the collective name for the eldest son of the barbarian leader, and Tarda is the current barbarian leader.
This man's name is Ge Shudanka, and he is the brother of Ge Shu Zheyu.
"Ha..." Geshu Danka pinched Murong Ling's neck with cold eyes. "A bastard of unknown origin, who became Tarda with some brute strength... really thinks he is something."
Murong Ling begged for mercy in panic, her face turned pale.
Geshu Danka and Geshu Zheyu are at odds. This is something that the entire barbarian tribe knows.
"Little beauty, I like you, why don't you follow me..." Sooner or later, he will kill this little bastard, Shu Zheyu.
Murong Ling grabbed Geshu Danka's clothes in panic and said in a flattering voice, "Whatever you say... I will do whatever you want."
"What a smart man." Geshu Danka raised his lips.
Murong Ling was dragged into the camp by Geshu Danka while her whole body was trembling.
She knew what she was going to face next...
She hated it, but she couldn't resist.
If she fell into the hands of barbarians, she should not expect to live with dignity.
After being tortured until midnight, Murong Ling left the camp with empty eyes and stumbled forward.
At that moment, she seemed to have no intention of living anymore.
"Is life really that important?" Jing Li's words were always in my mind.
Will death mean liberation?
"Hurry up, keep your voice down, don't be discovered."
In the corner, a female slave took advantage of her brother Shu Zheyu to be poisoned. The tribe changed patrols and wanted to escape.
Most of them are girls from good families in Fengtian who were captured and used as slaves.
"You want to escape?" Murong Ling asked nervously.
Several people looked at Murong Ling in horror. They knew that Murong Ling was brother Shu Zheyu's woman.
"Who is there?" Someone on patrol noticed the movement.
Several female slaves knelt on the ground in panic, begging Murong Ling not to betray them.
"You guys...help me send a letter to a man named Jing Li in the Fengtian Military Camp. Can I help you escape?" Murong Ling tore off her bottom clothes in panic, bit her fingers and wrote a letter in blood.
This is Ge Shu Zheyu's combat secret and his conspiracy to alienate the Fengtian Army.
Several female slaves looked at each other and nodded.
Murong Ling walked out of the camp nervously, looking at the patrolling soldier with red eyes and disheveled clothes. "This little brother, I just... just came out of King Yisheng's camp. Please let Tarda know."
Brother Shu Zheyu doesn't share women's fetishes, and no one else can touch the woman he likes.
The guard's eyes lit up and he narrowed his eyes with evil intentions. "You bitch, what are you hiding on your body?"
Murong Ling's eyes turned red and she shook her head.
But the disheveled clothes and fair skin are undoubtedly a fatal temptation for these barbarians.
The guard didn't dare to do anything to Murong Ling, but it was okay to gain some leverage in the name of the search.
Murong Ling clenched her teeth tightly, the smell of blood in her mouth was very strong.
He glanced back nervously and saw that several female slaves had successfully escaped, and then burst into tears in despair.
I hope they can successfully send the secret letter out.
…
Fengtian, inside the border city.
Atua's little face turned red from the cold, and she walked out of the tent carrying a hand warmer. "It's snowing."
It's snowing again.
This should be the biggest snowfall this winter.
This snowfall heralds the true arrival of winter.
"Princess, be careful of catching a cold." Seeing that Atua was not wearing a cloak, Jiufeng was a little worried.
Atua shook her head, there was nothing she could do to help.
"Ajiu, do you still remember the song I taught you?" Atua looked back and smiled at Jiufeng.
Jiu Feng smiled and nodded, her eyes filled with this sometimes unruly yet innocent princess.
Her heart has always been kind.
Otherwise, how could she rather give up her identity as a southern Xinjiang girl and stay alone with Atua.
She knew that with Atua's simplicity, if she left, Atua would not survive in the Rouran Palace.
"In Rouran, in the heavy snow before winter, people dance to worship the gods and pray for good weather in the coming year." Atua spins in the snow, dancing as light as wings.
Atua is very beautiful, and her dancing skills are better than Aduozhu's.
The soft dance and the snowflakes complemented each other so well that for a moment it was hard to tell whether the snowflakes were more beautiful or the people were more beautiful.
The melodious music adds a touch of warmth to the cold winter military camp.
Mu Huaicheng froze as he returned to the tent. He raised his hand to signal the followers behind him to step back so as not to disturb Atua's dance.
His eyes wandered a bit, and it was obvious that Mu Huaicheng was also attracted by the figure dancing in the snow.