After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 291
Speaking of it, there is really a weird sense of anger and humiliation.

Women in the new era actually have to experience the fate of being sold as "goods" in the world of wearing books.

Su Jiuer, who was suppressed by this involuntary feeling, sighed lightly.

The bondage and oppression of the times weighed on her back like a boulder.

She fumbled around her body again, trying to find the jade pendant and bead chain that she often used.

The final result, of course, was not found.

Su Jiu'er didn't have to rely on the jade pendant and bead chain to perform hypnosis, she just needed a similar object.

Since she didn't have one on her body, she would find a chance to get a similar item in case she needed it.

At this moment in this situation, she is forced to be passive.

All escape plans can only be established on the condition of "out of the box".

So her train of thought was cut off in an instant, and no matter how much she thought about it, it would be in vain.

But she also didn't want to rest her mind, and when her thoughts changed, she couldn't help but think of Yan Yunxiao who was seriously injured under the moonlight on the night she escaped from the imperial capital.

His eyes dimmed, and the image of the long sword piercing Yan Yunxiao's back was vivid in his mind, and bright red blood gushed out like scorching tears.

She stretched out her left hand, spread out her palm, and silently stared at the painful palm in the dark box.

The box was pitch black, and she couldn't see the scar on her palm at all.

But the pain is so clear.

It was this hand that grabbed the third sword that was slashing at Yan Yunxiao.

Su Jiu'er pursed her lips lightly and smiled in the darkness.

Such firm courage was something she had never expected.

After escaping, it was inevitable to find Yan Yunxiao.

So, Yan Yunxiao, you must be well.

She clenched her hand slowly, and her belief became a kind of strength at this moment.
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For the next few days, Su Jiu'er lived in a muddle.

Maybe it was because they were about to enter the next city and there were so many people, so Su Jiu'er and other 'goods' never came out again.

She can only distinguish day from night by the faint light coming in through the cracks in the box.

When it was dark, they would open the box a small slit and throw four dry buns in.

Four buns, exactly one for each person.

Those goods seemed to be resigned to their fate, and they didn't fight for the corn bread that was not enough to eat. Instead, they groped in the box and found a corn bread, and consciously shrank in the corner and started to eat.

Such a lively person is no different from livestock.

Su Jiu'er also groped around in the dark box for a while, and then found the remaining bun.

She picked it up, and hearing the sound of them eagerly gnawing on the buns, she felt a chill down her spine.

After being locked in this box for so long, Su Jiu'er has a deeper understanding that this is not a game, but a real and cruel one - human trafficking.

This kind of transaction is even worse and more terrifying than King Qi's tribute to young girls from the Southern Kingdom, and it is even a bit inhumane.

On this night when Su Jiuer's heart was chilling, the cargo box was opened again.

Just when a few people woke up and wondered why they 'opened' the box again, they were caught off guard and a piece of stinky cloth was rudely stuffed into their mouths.

The cloth strips were crumpled into balls and almost stuffed into their throats, their mouths were instantly filled, and even their tongues were blocked tightly, making it difficult to move, which made them unable to make any sound.

The next second, there was a whip whipping the four of them, and the whips swung, making crackling noises in the air.

"Lie down for me, curl up your feet! Curl up, curl up!"

"What about you!"

"Snapped!"

A whip came down and landed on Su Jiu'er's calf, and the burning pain stabbed her awake instantly.

She frowned in pain, subconsciously bent her knees and retracted her feet. The next second, she felt a few wooden boards pressed down and stuck in the middle of the small box.

The narrow box is divided into two layers by several wooden boards.

Su Jiuer and other skinny goods were pressed down on the lower floor by the boards, let alone stretching their hands and feet, and now they could hardly move, even their heads could not be turned.

She could even feel the air flow under the nasal cavity becoming slow and scarce.

Qiang Zi calmed down, and she relaxed herself as much as possible to let her breathing become gentle, otherwise, in such a small space, there might not be enough oxygen, which would cause them to have difficulty breathing, and even become unconscious due to hypoxia.

Hearing a few bang bangs from above the wooden boards, Su Jiuer guessed that they should have put some normal goods in the upper floor to cover the four people on the lower floor.

After a while, everything was tidied up.

Only the last sound was heard, the box was closed again, and the carriage started to stagger again.

Su Jiu'er felt no sleepiness at all.

She knew that, hiding them so tightly, maybe they would enter the city as soon as the sun came out.

This kind of sobriety only lasted for a while. Because Su Jiu'er's body had not yet recovered, and she had been hiding in such a narrow space for a long time, her head was numb, her eyes were dizzy, and she soon fell into a short-term coma.

But her guess before falling asleep was completely correct.

The sky was still gray, so Mazi and Fatty took the carriage and prepared to enter the city.

They obviously have veterans who have taught them their experience, so they chose this time.

The military guards who searched and the guards who guarded the gate were on duty all night here. It was the sleepiest time in the early morning when it was about to light up.

Seeing Mazi's car approaching, Jun Bing mechanically stepped forward to stop the carriage, and asked lazily, "Who is it? Where did it come from? What's in the car? What are you doing in the city?"

Mazi and Fatty bowed their heads and nodded, "Master Jun, our two brothers came from our hometown to do business, look, what good eggs, Mr. Jun, would you like to take some back and taste?"

With that said, he opened the upper layer of the wooden box generously.

The guard stretched his neck and saw that there were indeed some eggs in the box, and a thick layer of hay was spread under the eggs.

But the person they were looking for this time was of great importance, so the military guard pulled out his sword and poked it into the haystack, smashing several eggs immediately.

The fat man wailed, "Ouch! Military guard, please be gentle, my bastard!"

The people around laughed out loud when they heard it, and the military guard couldn't help laughing, and said arrogantly, "What kind of broken thing is so rare, I am also following orders, even if it is really you who broke it Damn, you only have to cry!"

After speaking, he let out a cold snort, and put away his sword.

Mazi hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes, what the military master said is that a few eggs are fine. It is the military master who works hard for the court, and we should cooperate!"

It just so happened that a team was approaching and was about to change shifts, so the military guard waved to the two of them, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay our work here."

Fat and Ma looked at each other, bowed their waists, and led the carriage into the city under the watchful eyes of the two teams of military guards.

(End of this chapter)