The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 200
The military camp was some distance away from the palace, Feng Wuxie was put into a prison car, covered with a black cloth, she couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

I can only smell a faint smell of mud and the roar of wild animals. I think this place should be the royal hunting ground.

The military camp is set up here, backed by the mountains and forests, the front view is extremely wide, and there is no obstruction at all.

Once you escape from the inside, you will be caught up soon, and you will still die.

Suddenly, Feng Wuxie smelled a smell of water, and then she remembered that there was a swamp in the northwest of the hunting ground.

There are reeds everywhere, but it is more dangerous than the hunting ground.

The swamp is full of people-eating quagmire. Once you sink into it, you will undoubtedly seek your own death.

Feng Wuxie was caught in a dilemma for a while, whether to risk being torn apart by wild beasts, whether to escape from the hunting ground, or escape from the swamp.

While Feng Wuxie was thinking, the prison van stopped, the black cloth on it was lifted off, and Feng Wuxie was dragged down violently.

As soon as Feng Wuxie entered the barracks, he felt lustful eyes from all directions.

The men in the military camp have never seen a woman before, she has undoubtedly entered the wolf's den.

Every military barracks along the way has accompanied military prostitutes, who entertain the soldiers and obtain silver taels for survival.

Military prostitutes are also divided into grades, and the lowest grades are women who have committed crimes. Not only do they not have any freedom, they are also beaten and scolded.

What Feng Wuxie was brought in was the most inferior military prostitute tent.

Several women in ragged clothes were chained inside, and when they saw Feng Wuxie being escorted in, they just gave her a blank look.

None of the women who entered here could get out alive.

Feng Wuxie was casually thrown onto a ball of tattered cotton wool, the stench came out, and she almost vomited out.

After the two waiting guards threw her down, they walked out laughing and joking, one of them said with some regret.

"These women come here every time, after the general enjoys it, it's the brothers' turn. I don't know if such a little beauty can bear it, haha."

The other answered immediately: "It would be nice to have one, haha."

The two walked out laughing and joking, and when the curtains of the tent were lowered, they fell into darkness again.

The shackles on Feng Wuxie's body were not removed, she moved her body a little, and the bone-piercing pain penetrated into the marrow of her bones.

Looking at the women huddled in the corner, Feng Wuxie shouted to them: "Come on, do me a favor."

With her arms taken off, she had to turn to the women for help.

But for a long time, no one stood up to help her.

Feng Wuxie laughed at herself, they were too busy to take care of themselves, how could they save someone who had nothing to do with them.

At this time, a figure squatted down in front of Feng Wuxie, her hair was disheveled, she stretched out her hand timidly, and pressed Feng Wuxie's arm.

"Don't move, girl, it will hurt a little."

While speaking, there was already force on his hand, and with a click, Feng Wuxie felt a sharp pain, but found that his right hand had already been connected.

She was overjoyed, quickly connected her left hand, and then said to the woman, "Thank you."

The woman smiled softly at her, stuffed something into Feng Wuxie's palm, and silently retreated to her position.

Feng Wuxie's heart warmed up, he never thought that there would be such a warm moment in this kind of place.

Sleeping in the tent for a while and waking up for a while, Feng Wuxie was only wearing thin clothes, shivering from the cold.

When the horn sounded for supper, the footsteps of soldiers could be heard around the tent.

Feng Wuxie hid a silver needle under his sleeve, if anyone dared to approach it, he would die without a place to bury him.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, and a man who looked like a leader glanced inside the tent, and all the women who were huddled in the corner rushed towards him.

"Choose me, choose me."

The light in the tent became brighter, and Feng Wuxie noticed that the clothes of those women were different from those of the Central Plains people.

Could it be a captured female slave?

When Chief Wei's eyes swept over those women one by one, he was a little dissatisfied, and was about to look in Feng Wuxie's direction.

Talked to the soldier beside him: "This woman is newly sent today."

Waiting for the guard to stare at the soldier coldly, he was very dissatisfied: "Why should he enjoy it first? I was born and died outside, but let him enjoy it."

"Master Hu, why don't you choose among these Nanzhao female slaves carefully, and it will be very interesting to wash them." The soldier persuaded with a bitter face.

"Choose me, choose me." The female slaves surrounded Chief Hu, and some wiped their faces with their sleeves to make their appearance clearer. They all strongly recommended themselves.

At the end, Chief Hu Dai impatiently pointed at the woman who just helped Feng Wuxie to fix the bone: "It's you."

Then he threw a cornbread to her, the woman caught it hastily, took a bite hard, swallowed it after a few bites and walked out.

Feng Wuxie let out a faint sigh, these women are really pitiful, they had to sell themselves for the food of their lives.

But when he thought about what he was going to face, he was no better than them.

After about a cup of tea, the curtain was raised again, and two waiting guards walked in from the outside, and walked straight towards Feng Wuxie.

"I will see the general in a while and take good care of you, so you can suffer less."

Feng Wuxie was wearing shackles, which made it very inconvenient for him to move, so he was dragged out by the two waiting guards.

The cold wind blew through the thin clothes on her body, but the soldiers around her showed no sympathy, but laughed unscrupulously.

Until it stopped in front of a relatively large tent, Feng Wuxie was pushed in.

It was as warm as spring inside and smelled like alcohol.

Feng Wuxie's numb body from the cold gradually warmed up, and she looked warily at the man lying on the soft couch.

"Come here, take good care of me." The man said, but his voice was extremely lewd, and his eyes kept tracing Feng Wuxie's body.

"This time the goods are really good, haha."

Then he pointed to the bathtub at the side and said to Feng Wuxie, "Go and wash yourself, and then come over to serve you."

Feng Wuxie was unmoved, the man narrowed his eyes, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why, you still want to resist?"

Feng Wuxie was secretly thinking about countermeasures, his skills had not recovered yet, so he really couldn't fight him, not to mention that the Thousand Faced Poison Sage fed him poison again, and it was unknown when it would happen.

But the general had no patience, sat up from the soft couch, looked at Feng Wuxie with cold eyes: "Why, do you want this general to come and invite you?"

At this moment, Feng Wuxie suddenly saw red spots appearing on her wrists, which must have been caused by poison, she smiled softly: "Don't be angry, general, this shackle is too heavy, I can't move..."

"Come here, take off the shackles." The general gave an order, and two waiting guards walked in from outside, and took off the shackles on Feng Wuxie's body.

Feng Wuxie rubbed his wrists, rubbed his body, and walked up to Wei Jin gracefully: "Thank you, General, for your pity."

Where the sleeves were rolled up, a thin white wrist was exposed, but Wei Jin suddenly became nervous: "What's on your hand?"

"Return to General, it was bitten by a tick." Feng Wuxie said nonchalantly.

Wei Jin showed a look of disgust, and stopped Feng Wuxie from moving forward: "Go down, the general suddenly lost his interest."

Feng Wuxie lowered his head, with a sly smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

Just as Feng Wuxie turned around and stepped out of the tent, Wei Jin's voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute."

He slowly walked up to Feng Wuxie, stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and opened her sleeve.

However, on the jade arm, apart from some redness and swelling at the wrist, the skin on it was tender and attractive. Wei Jin clamped Feng Wuxie's chin, and said viciously: "In front of this general, how dare you play tricks."

Feng Wuxie's internal strength hadn't recovered much, the red spot just now might have been caused by the poison, but he didn't expect that it was only on his wrist.

Now being seen through by others, Feng Wuxie panicked, and wanted to resist but was pushed hard by Wei Jin, pushing him onto his big bed.

The body fell into the soft bed, Feng Wuxie turned over immediately, but Wei Jin had already rushed over.

Pressing Feng Wuxie under her body, she tore her clothes mercilessly.

With a stabbing sound, Feng Wuxie was startled, but his own strength was too weak, so he was no match for Wei Jin at all.

Suddenly remembering what the woman stuffed into his hand, Feng Wuxie had already poured the medicine powder into his sleeve before coming in.

She flicked her sleeves, a yellow smoke rose up, Feng Wuxie hurriedly held her breath.

However, Wei Jin was caught off guard and inhaled a large amount of smoke, which soon blurred his vision.

Almost without shouting, he passed out.

Feng Wuxie kicked Wei Jin off the bed in disgust, straightened his clothes, and thought about what to do next.

At this time, there was a sound outside the tent.

Feng Wuxie hastily blew out the candles, hid behind the curtain of the bed, and waited quietly for someone to come in.

The curtain was lifted and a gust of cold wind blew in.

With the weak light outside, Feng Wuxie could only see a vague figure.

The visitor seemed to have not yet adapted to the dark light in the tent, so he paused at the door before walking in.

Feng Wuxie secretly touched the dagger hidden in her boots, she was really glad those people didn't search her body wantonly.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Feng Wuxie's heart calmed down a little.

The man was groping all the way in the darkness, but he came in the direction of Feng Wuxie.

Killing and being killed are only in one breath.

Feng Wuxie knew that he could not sit still and wait for death, if he wanted to survive, he had to take the initiative to attack.

A cold light flashed, and it slid out like a ghost, straight for the head of the man in the darkness.

As if sensing danger, the man turned around in the darkness, hastily avoiding the dagger that was about to slash his neck, and said anxiously.

"Wuxie, it's me." The voice of the visitor was rough and wild, although he deliberately changed his voice, Feng Wuxie still recognized it.

(End of this chapter)