PNB Chapter 229 Enjoy
Chapter 229 Enjoy
The night was as dark as ink, hanging heavily on the wilderness, as if to swallow up all hope.
Sun Ying huddled in a corner of the camp, and the coldness around her seemed not as great as the coldness in her heart.
The looks from those fugitives who were already dissatisfied with her were like poisoned arrows, shooting at her one after another.
If it weren't for Murong Ling'er's majestic order to stop them, they would have rushed forward like hungry wolves and torn her into pieces to vent their hatred.
"Sister, their eyes are so scary, I'm scared..."
Sun Shaojie's childish voice was tinged with tears, which seemed particularly heartbreaking in the dead of night. He snuggled tightly in Sun Ying's arms, his thin body trembling constantly, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind.
Those vicious gazes haunted him like ghosts, filling his little heart with fear.
Yuan Zhiqiang was standing not far away. His usually calm eyes were now covered with a layer of gloom. He glared at the brother and sister fiercely, secretly complaining in his heart.
If he had not been following Chifeng's team this time, relying on Chifeng's prestige and strength, he would probably have become a ghost at the hands of the bandits, chopped into meat paste and abandoned in the wilderness.
Sun Ying looked around, feeling the cold stares and hatred from all sides, and her heart was filled with unspeakable pain.
Tears and confusion flashed in her eyes. She couldn't understand why those bandits wanted to capture her.
She was just a young woman who had once lived in seclusion, ignorant of the ways of the world and the taste of sorrow. Now, her family had implicated her, and she had been reduced to this place of exile, even about to become a military prostitute to be trampled upon by anyone. But why did these people still refuse to let her go? What had she done wrong?
Seeing her brother in her arms so frightened, Sun Ying took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness and helplessness in her heart, stretched out her arms, and gently embraced her brother in her arms, like a mother animal protecting her cub.
She gently patted her brother's back and whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, Shaojie. I'm here. With me here, no one can hurt you. I believe everything will be fine..."
Although her voice was trembling a little, she tried to make her tone sound firm and warm, as if this could dispel the fear in her brother's heart and give herself a little comfort.
On the other side of the camp, Li Qiuyue clung tightly to Old Man Li. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was obviously frightened by the sudden fight tonight.
The dangers along the way lingered around her like a nightmare, keeping her nerves tense all the time.
"Grandpa, when are we going to tell the prince and the others about that?"
Li Qiuyue asked in a low voice, her eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and uneasiness. She was really scared. This journey was too turbulent. Every step seemed like walking on the edge of a knife. Everything was terrifying.
She was worried that if something unexpected happened to the grandfather and grandson before they could tell the secret, the secret would probably be buried forever.
Old Master Li was immersed in the shocking surgical scene just now, and his mind had not yet completely withdrawn. When he heard his granddaughter's words, he sighed slowly, and a complex look flashed in his turbid eyes.
He pondered for a long time before speaking, "Wait a little longer! Child, this matter hasn't been resolved yet. Speaking out now will only make the situation more chaotic. We need to wait for the right time, until this storm is completely over..."
"But..." Li Qiuyue wanted to say something else. She felt that every moment of delay was like a risk, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense.
"Don't worry, Qiuyue."
Mr. Li interrupted her and looked at her solemnly, "Now is not the time. We can't act rashly. If we rashly reveal this secret, it will only bring more trouble to everyone and may even trigger a greater crisis."
Li Qiuyue opened her mouth, but the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, as if blocked by an invisible stone. She lowered her head helplessly and could only swallow the words back in frustration, but her heart was still full of worry.
That night, the atmosphere in the camp was suffocating and everyone tossed and turned in their own fear and worry, unable to fall asleep.
The slightest noises that came from time to time would make everyone's heart tighten suddenly, for fear that the mysterious force behind the bandits would bring people to kill again.
Before the sky even began to lighten, everyone could no longer suppress their anxiety. They all stood up, silently packed their luggage, and prepared to set off early, as if only in this way could they temporarily escape the danger that followed them like a shadow.
The team moved forward slowly in dead silence, with fatigue and vigilance on everyone's face.
Sun Ying held Sun Shaojie's hand tightly, her eyes filled with determination and resoluteness.
She knew that no matter what awaited them ahead, she had to protect her brother, even if it took all her last bit of strength...
At the first light of dawn, the bandit leader walked in front with his head hung. Although the wounds on his body had been applied with herbal medicine, they still hurt slightly. His hands were tied tightly behind his back with thick ropes, and he looked in a miserable state.
The nightmarish torture last night seemed to have drained all his courage. At this moment, he no longer had any of his former arrogance. His heart was full of fear and obedience. He honestly led this strange group of exiles and staggered towards his own stronghold.
At the gate of the stronghold, a group of small bandits who stayed behind saw their boss tied up from afar. They were so shocked that they were stunned and almost couldn't hold the weapons in their hands.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment and fear, and for a moment they didn't know what to do.
Under Murong Ling'er's cold gaze, no one dared to act rashly. They had to open the heavy mountain gate obediently and timidly welcome everyone into the mountain stronghold which was usually heavily guarded.
As soon as she entered the lobby of the mountain stronghold, Murong Ling'er walked forward gracefully and sat on the main seat with a dignified demeanor.
She swept her cold eyes over the bandits who were kneeling and trembling on the ground, raised her hand slightly and ordered people to untie the ropes on the bandit leader.
The bandit leader tremblingly took out a special flare from his arms and fired it with a helpless look on his face.
After watching all this quietly, Murong Ling'er raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and then ordered all the bandits to be locked up in a dark and damp dungeon.
"Okay, from now on, this mountain stronghold will be our temporary base."
Murong Ling'er's clear voice echoed in the hall, "Everyone, relax. Since you're a 'bandit', you should act like a bandit. Don't be so reserved. Enjoy this rare moment to the fullest."
It turned out that Murong Ling'er's bold move was to let everyone disguise themselves as bandits, and at the same time give these convicts who had experienced hardships along the way a chance to breathe, relax their tense muscles and bones, and replenish their weak bodies.
Even Qi Feng, Yuan Zhiqiang and other officials took off their clothes that symbolized the majesty of the government and changed into the coarse linen clothes and tiger-skin waistcoats of the bandits. For a moment, they even had some bandit-like spirit.
This village was indeed extremely wealthy. The warehouses were filled with gold, silver, treasures, silks and satins, and the kitchens were piled high with all kinds of delicacies from land and sea.
This is undoubtedly a paradise for the prisoners who have been starving and sleeping in the open air along the way.
Everyone cheered and rushed to the kitchen and warehouse, and began to prepare a sumptuous meal.