Chapter 135 The Wind and Chill of the Northern Kingdom Part 1
Penghao became a slave again, and she was on the road to slavery again. She somehow got out of the Qi Palace. This happened so suddenly that she is still confused until now.
That night, several people came to her concubine's palace.
Said that the king wanted to proclaim her.
She went with them.
They took her, not to see Inqi, but into a car.
She fainted and was drugged by them.
When she woke up, she had already left the capital of King Qi.
She was on her way to the Northland again.
This time is different from before.
She is no longer sad.
Her heart was dead.
She didn't care where the slave traders sold her.
She doesn't care about the baby in her belly either.
She didn't even think about her face or her body.
If she is dead, if she is alive, it is equivalent to her being dead.
She has been walking on this road for several months. She doesn't know. She only knows that her belly is getting bigger and showing. She is frighteningly thin, with a frightening big belly, and there are scars on her face.
Hong Qi, such a little slave girl is not easy to get rid of. The slave trader has sold her many times and can't sell her anymore. The slave trader has no choice but to curse and walk north, hoping that this annoying little slave girl will simply die.
Forget it. They gave her the worst food, and sometimes they didn't even bother to beat her. This little slave girl looked like she would die at any moment.
However, the strange thing is that this little slave girl is still alive and wants to die. After a few months, she has become frighteningly thin and pale as a dead person. However, she still struggles to walk northward with the large group of slaves.
Penghao didn't want to live anymore, but she didn't even want to die. If she thought lazily, if she just walked like this and kept walking, maybe she would fall down and die...
She didn't expect that she would meet someone she didn't expect.
That person is her nanny Yalin.
I met Nanny Yalin in a ruined temple.
What made her even more unexpected was that she actually met someone,
That person turned out to be the eldest son. The eldest son with a broken arm.
We haven’t seen each other for a few months. The eldest son has grown taller, darker and thicker.
If Penghao hadn't called the eldest son's name, the eldest son would never have recognized that this scarred woman with a big belly was Sister Penghao.
The eldest son looked at Penghao in confusion,
Why did Sister Penghao become like this? Back then, he, Kuji and Penghao went north to work as slaves. Later, the three of them were sold apart. In the past few months, he had been asking around, but he had not heard any news about those two people.
As long as there is no freedom for a slave, it is good to be alive. I am so happy to see Sister Penghao now that she is still alive.
Meeting Yalin was the most unexpected thing.
Yalin didn't know how many times she had been sold. Anyway, she was already numb. She and a large number of slaves wore iron shackles on their feet and wooden shackles on their heads, staggering on the way north. She was no longer
No matter where you are sold, it is not the same everywhere, it is just going from one hell to another.
They walked all day, and in the evening, they came to a ruined temple. It was cloudy and it was going to rain outside. As soon as Yalin entered the temple, she collapsed against the wall. She was in pain all over and just wanted to sit down and rest for a while.
When she sat down, she stepped on someone and screamed. She glanced at her and saw that she was a young slave girl tied with the same ropes as herself. The slave girl was not old, only seventeen or eighteen years old. She had unkempt hair and a dirty face.
She was very embarrassed. She glanced at it and sat down expressionlessly. Her heart had long been numb. She didn't even care about her own pain. Would she still care about the pain of others?
However, the other male slave next to the female slave was unwilling. He glared at her with dissatisfaction. Then he turned back and asked the female slave softly,
"It doesn't matter, Sister Penghao."
The sound was not loud, but it was as shocking as thunder in her ears. She looked at the unkempt little slave girl next to her, huddled in the corner, in disbelief. This dirty little slave girl with a big belly, she shouted
What? Her name is Penghao, right?
The next moment, she grabbed the little slave girl's arm with a rude action she had never done before, and asked loudly,
"What's your name? What did he call you?"
"basil."
"Penghao, Penghao, you said your name is Penghao. Which Penghao? From Tangcheng?"
"You're from Tangcheng, who are you?"
"Oh my god, are you really Penghao from Tang Mansion?"
"I am Penghao from Tangfu in Tangcheng, Qi State. Who are you?"
"I, my God, my son, I am your wet nurse Yalin."
"Nanny Yalin, are you Nanny Yalin?"
Penghao looked at the emaciated middle-aged slave girl in front of her. She was her nanny Yalin, and she wouldn't believe it if she were beaten to death. This was her beautiful nanny Yalin. No, how could it be? Penghao remembered.
Aunt Zhang told her that wet nurse Yalin was given to her friend Jiang Gong by her master. I heard that Mr. Jiang took a fancy to wet nurse Yalin who was dancing in the crowd at the banquet at Tang Gong's mansion. Just like that, Yalin
Nanny Lin was taken away by Duke Jiang and became his bed slave.
Shouldn't the beautiful Wet Nurse Yalin be living a life without worries about food and clothing in Jiang Gong's Mansion? How could she be the ugly middle-aged slave girl in front of her? Yes, it is not an exaggeration to say she is ugly. Her face
His face was scratched in a mess, with deep and shallow scars covering his entire face. He was still limping on his left foot.
Oh my god, how could this be her beautiful nanny Yalin?
"You, you really are, are you?"
Yalin looked at her little master's puzzled eyes and smiled sadly. She put her ear next to her little master's ear and whispered something.
Penghao looked at her, tears slowly welling up in her eyes. Then, she fell in her arms and cried like a child who had found its mother. Because no one knew that Yalin just said it in her ear.
There is a sentence in Quanrong language, which means "the Gesang flowers are blooming on the grassland." No one is more familiar with this sentence than Penghao. This is a song that her nanny Yalin often sang to her when she was a child.
The song she listened to.
The two of them had cried enough, so they sat together and told each other their goodbyes. Yalin told her about her situation, and she said that there was nothing to say about her. It was Jiang Gong's eldest wife, like Tang Gong's eldest lady, who was very jealous of Jiang Gong.
Her father-in-law was so obsessed with her that he slashed her face with a knife, crippled one of her legs, and sold her. She lost count of how many times she had been sold in the past eight years. Anyway, the owner
It's all the same, no one would regard a slave as a human being. It's a miracle that she can survive to this day. She is grateful to God for allowing her to see her little master in her lifetime. She really wants to die with peace of mind.
What she can't bear the most is that her little master has been sold. She actually has such a big belly, and it looks like she is about to give birth. Whose child is this? Is it Tang Gong's? No way.