Farming at the beginning, I rely on business to counterattack and become a princess

Chapter 89 Sudden Attack
"Haha, you didn't notice it, did you? I was in the yard today. When Master Jing was furious, I was hiding behind." Zhang Wan'er smiled triumphantly, without feeling uncomfortable or conscious of being punished at all.

"Jingzhu Daoist was so angry just now, is it okay for you to run out now?" Wen Xiang had to worry about this little girl.

"It doesn't matter, Mama Zhao is covering for us." Zhang Wan'er didn't care at all, and asked instead, "Then why did you come here?"

Sigh, it's not something you provoked, Wen Xiang couldn't help but tell the whole story about the Taoist Jingzhu entrusting him to find flowers.

"So, you found several kinds of flowers again?" Zhang Wan'er finally moved her eyes away from the king, and stared closely at Wen Xiang.

"Ah."

"Where is that flower?" Zhang Wan'er asked eagerly.

"I guess I'm still in the front yard. Oh, I wonder if anyone will feed the mules for me?" At this moment, Wen Xiang thought of Daqing.

"Then, why don't we go to the front yard and have a look?" Zhang Wan'er was really bold.

"No, no, no, Miss." Pomegranate hastily stopped her.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Gu Yunxiu also expressed her objection, she was not very interested in Hua'er, besides, going to the front yard meant going against Taoist Master Jing, and the rules here were broken, so she didn't want to go.

"Miss Wan'er, it's better not to go, this flower is going to be enshrined to Haotian in Huangluzhai, and it will not be too late in the next few days, you will be able to see it then."

It's time now, as a guest, Wen Xiang doesn't want to mess around with Zhang Wan'er.

"That's right, Wan'er, let's not go, it's so dark outside, it will be a disaster if the inspector finds out." Gu Yunxiu strongly objected.

"You guys are too timid to be scared!" Zhang Wan'er despised everyone.

The three people present couldn't wait to roll their eyes to her immediately: This is not a matter of our cowardice at all, but your own cowardice, okay.

If something goes wrong in this case, it will be a poor daoist and a dead fellow daoist.

It took the three of them a lot of effort to suppress Zhang Waner's unrealistic fantasy.

Even Wen Xiang, a "foreigner", found it difficult to resist Zhang Wan'er's escape, let alone Gu Yunxiu and Pomegranate.

But they still have to get along with Zhang Wan'er for a long time, alas, it is necessary to shed tears of bitterness for them.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the trio finally resigned, and when they were about to leave, they heard the bell in the temple strike twice.

Pomegranate also screamed: "Ah, it's the second watch, go, go." The three of them hurried away with the lanterns in their hands.

It can be regarded as "sweeping the troublesome trio out of the house". Wen Xiang came back and looked, good guy, the king emptied out a box of pastries, and he was lying dead with his stomach open at the moment.

At this time, she couldn't help but think of Daqing, maybe it was very hungry, looking forward to it, waiting for the master to feed it.

Although Wen Xiang tried her best to prevent Zhang Wan'er from going to the front yard, she felt that there would be no problem at all if she went by herself, and it wasn't trespassing in the backyard, right?

"My lord, this time, whatever you say, stay in the room and don't go anywhere." Wen Xiang sternly warned the fat cat.

"Meow ┈ ┈" the king lay lazily, washing his face with his paws while making an inexplicable cry.

Wen Xiang, who couldn't get an affirmative answer, was quite hesitant. On the one hand, he was worried that the king would continue to cause trouble, and on the other hand, he was worried that Da Qing would be hungry, so he was in a dilemma.

In the end, Wen Xiang decided that one should not treat the other more favorably than the other, and that the Da Wang would not eat well while Da Qing would go hungry.

She took the oil lamp and went out lightly. In order to prevent the king from running out, she even picked up a small tree stick and blocked the door outside before tiptoeing to the front yard.

Going all the way along the chaoshou verandah, Wen Xiang arrived at the Hanging Flower Gate, through the Hanging Flower Gate is the front yard.

There was a faint light in the main room in the courtyard, Wen Xiang didn't want to disturb others' rest, so he walked around the left wing lightly.

The shed on the right was completely dark. Wen Xiang searched carefully with an oil lamp, only to find that the mule was tied in the shed and was sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Daqing, Daqing, have you eaten yet?" Wen Xiang gently poked the mule.

"Woo--" the big green mule opened his eyes, took a look at Wenxiang, and then closed them again.

Well, it looks like I'm not hungry.

Wen Xiang checked the trough again, and found that there was still a little grass residue in the trough, which must have been fed, and now she can go back to the inner courtyard with confidence.

It was already the dead of night, the inner courtyard was pitch black, and the cold wind was blowing in the night, biting and icy. Outside the corridor, there were shadowy trees and jagged rocks, which inevitably reminded people of ghosts and ghosts.

The weak light can only illuminate three steps away. Walking alone in the dark corridor, like a flat boat in the boundless sea, or like a grain of dust in the vast world, a feeling of loneliness and loneliness emerges spontaneously. born.

Since coming to this world, Wen Xiang has always had a feeling of "standing alone and hanging from each other".

Although there is the care of relatives and the company of friends, there are also harassment by scoundrels, revenge from enemies, and the joy of hard work and harvest.

However, when the night was waning, she would occasionally think of her unique origin. This kind of spiritual loneliness has always haunted her, and it fermented rapidly under this situation, and she couldn't help but feel sad for a while.

Wen Xiang was immersed in the "sentimental" atmosphere and couldn't extricate herself from it, when suddenly her eyes went dark, the oil lamp in her hand fell to the ground with a slam, and a hand stretched from behind covered her mouth.

"Hmm..." Wen Xiang struggled frantically under the sudden attack.

But no matter how much she kicked and beat her, the hand would not let go, but tightened even tighter, until it covered her until her eyes turned black, and she was about to pass away.

Wen Xiang was terrified, she immediately let go of her hands, closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and pretended to faint.

Jian Wenxiang didn't resist anymore, and that hand finally relaxed slowly.

At this time, there was still a sliver of Wen Xiang in his mind, and he vaguely heard an anxious female voice asking: "Did you kill her?"

A slightly panicked male voice: "No, I don't know, who told her to struggle so hard."

The female voice said again: "Quickly see if she is dead?"

Soon, Wen Xiang, who was helpless to resist, felt that the cloth bag covering her head was removed, and a hand was stretched under her nose, and she immediately held her breath in panic.

Soon the hand left again, and then I heard the male voice panicking: "Dead, she is dead."

The female voice was even more chaotic: "Dead? It's over, it's over, what should I do? What should I do?"

Wen Xiang still wanted to hold on and listen to what the two thieves wanted to do, but her mind became more and more dizzy, and finally she just heard the sentence "what are you afraid of, follow the plan" and completely passed out.

As the night deepened and everything was still, a pair of different pupils quietly opened in the darkness. The king lightly jumped off the bed and onto the window sill, gently flipping the window lattice with his nimble front paws, and then nimbly slipped out. After a jump, he disappeared into the night.

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