As he spoke, Feng Jiutian also stuck out his tongue and added a lip flap with intent.

Listening to Feng Jiutian's words, the woman forgot her reaction, as if she suddenly thought of something, fell to her knees in the snow, and retched.

"Not only blood, but sister, I have also eaten human flesh, split people from the middle, lazy waists, chopped into small pieces, stewed for twenty-four ...... Twelve hours, first eat the fingers, then gnaw the toes, and finally eat the head, first gouge out an eyeball, eat it in the mouth, that slippery ......"

Before Feng Jiuji finished speaking, she was interrupted by Nangong Ling's cold voice.

"Feng Jiuji!"

Looking at the woman who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting pale, Nangong Ling immediately stepped forward and took the person into her arms in distress, her eyes falling coldly on Feng Jiuji.

"You're going to pay for what you just did!"

Feng Jiuji raised her eyebrows and looked at Nangong Ling.

"Have you forgotten that on your birthday last year, I made a table of dishes for you, among which there was a dish of steamed meat, that is, I asked people to go to the mass grave to find a rotting corpse and make it with the two lumps of meat in the middle."

Nangong Ling glanced at Feng Jiuji coldly, picked up the woman in her arms, and strode towards the camp tent in the distance.

Looking at the two who walked away, Feng Jiu smiled.

These two people were obviously disgusted by her, jokes, dare to disgust her, she can make them vomit even overnight dinner in disgust.

The consequence of Feng Jiu's anger at Nangong Ling was that when everyone was in full gear, she was dragged behind Nangong Ling's horse, her hands tied together, and a rope was tied to her, one end of the rope was in her hand, and the other end was tied to Nangong Ling's saddle.

Although he knew what he would greet next, Feng Jiutian did not regret it.

Because she knew that Nangong Ling didn't plan to make her feel better at all.

The whole team, except for the soldiers of each battalion and the captain on horseback, the rest of the soldiers followed behind, and there was only one carriage in the whole team, sitting on the White Lotus and her maid, she thought, how could Nangong Ling not let her ride in the same car with his White Lotus.

"Let's go!"

With Nangong Ling's order, the army began to move forward.

Feng Jiutian had just taken two steps before she fell to the ground and was dragged through the snow, although she could walk, she didn't want to go.

She has examined the wound, although it is not heavy but it is not light, judging from the current situation, she may not be able to go back, then she can only find a way to survive in this dynasty, her foot has broken tendons, if she walks again, it is very likely that she will never be able to stand up again.

Looking at the woman dragging in the snow, everyone's eyes were mocking, contemptuous, and ridiculed, but there was no sympathy.

Feng Jiutian didn't care, although she was held in the snow, the situation was not as bad as she thought.

The heavy snowfall for several days has accumulated a thick layer of snow on the ground, and climbing on it, not only does there not have any discomfort, but there is also a feeling of skating, which is much better than walking, except for the temperature that gradually dissipates on the body.

His body became colder and colder, until he became numb, and Feng Jiutian gradually lost consciousness.

Either she'd die and wear it somewhere else, she thought, or she'd die and go back to the twenty-first century, or she'd be left in the snow for the rest of her life, but it didn't make a difference to her.

I don't know how long I walked, in a daze, Feng Jiutian felt her body stop, and Nangong Ling's cold voice sounded in her ears.

"You shouldn't be upset!"

Although Feng Jiutian was very tired, she still struggled to open her eyes, trembling her frozen lips, and spoke.

"Nangong Ling, for the past, from the moment you abolished my martial arts and broke my muscles, we have written it off, the past Feng Jiutian is dead, from today, no ...... From the moment you took my blood last night, you owe me, if I don't die, I will definitely ask for ...... in the future."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Jiu's tilted head drooped.

Nangong Ling's face sank, clenched his fists tightly, got up from the ground coldly, looked at the woman who had passed out, stepped forward on the horse's back in a few steps, kicked the horse's belly violently, and the horse ran up after taking a few steps.

When Feng Jiutian woke up again, it was already dark.

Instead of being dragged forward in the snow, she lay in an empty tent, only this time with an extra fire beside her.

The clothes on her body that were originally frozen into ice were roasted by the fire, the ice and snow on it melted, and it was wet and sticking to her body, even her hair was dripping with water droplets, and the cold wind was blowing outside, there was no night march in ancient times, Feng Jiu thought, this should be night camping.

She had just struggled to sit up from the ground when the curtain was lifted, and a young man of thirteen or fourteen walked in.

The young man was thin and weak, his armor was loosely worn on his body, and he held a medicine bowl in his hand, and when he saw the woman sitting by the fire, the young man walked over cautiously.

"Princess!"

"Have you ever seen me such an embarrassed princess?"

Feng Jiu rolled his eyes at the young man, and because of Nangong Ling, his tone was slightly bad.

The young man lowered his head shyly and whispered, "Princess, you are infected with wind cold, this is the medicine prescribed to you by the Imperial Doctor of the Wind." ”

I don't know why, hearing the words "infected with wind and cold" in the young man's mouth, Feng Jiutian inexplicably wanted to laugh.

She picked up the medicine bowl, looked at the black decoction inside, tasted it, what to say? The medicine seemed to be the right medicine, but it just barely made her breathe, and the medicinal materials in it were not precious and rare medicinal materials that replenished blood and qi, but ordinary cheap medicinal materials.

Even so, Feng Jiutian still drank the decoction, and she had to live.

"Princess, I'll get you something to eat!"

The young man didn't wait for Feng Jiu to speak, he took the medicine bowl and retreated silently.

Feng Jiu tilted her eyes and looked at the young man's back, untied the clothes on her body, and looked at the thin robe, she didn't know whether to say that she should die, or if her life was hard, in such weather, she was dragged for a day, her whole body was almost frozen, but it was only a slight fever.

When the young man walked in with food, he saw that Feng Jiutian had taken off his outer robe, sat by the fire wearing only his underwear, and turned his back suddenly.

"Princess, forgive your sins!"

Feng Jiutian took the robe and roasted it on the fire, and when he heard the words, he raised his eyes and smiled.

"Now that I'm a prisoner, it's not an exaggeration to say that I'm a prisoner, why bother to avoid those who don't, turn around!"

Although Feng Jiutian said this, the young man still turned his back, took a few steps back, put the multigrain cake in his hand on the hay on the side, and explained, "Princess, cushion your stomach, the march is in a hurry, and there is nothing else in the barracks except this......"

It's just that as soon as the young man's voice fell, several voices sounded outside.

"Your Highness is back!"

"Your Highness went to a nearby valley to hunt a deer for the sake of the Witty Girl."