In the next few days, although Feng Jiutian was still wrapped in a cloak and sat in the prison car, he never said a word again.

Her treatment has returned to before, the empty camp tent, the dry food that is so cold and hard, at first Feng Jiu dumped and got off the prisoner car, but he didn't even bother to get off the prisoner cart later, it was dark, and he went directly to sleep on the prisoner car wrapped in a cloak, and sometimes, when she woke up, everyone had already set off.

Not to mention the soldiers who followed behind, even Nangong Ling looked towards Feng Jiu from time to time.

Feng Jiutian was wrapped in a cloak like that, leaning on the prisoner car, a pair of eyes quietly looking into the distance, as if he was asleep, but not at all!

Approaching the imperial capital, Nangong Ling personally added a lock to the prisoner car, Nangong Ling originally thought that Feng Jiutian would definitely jump up and shout his name to find him a theory, but to his surprise, Feng Jiutian just glanced at the lock lightly and looked away.

Nangong Ling stood outside the prisoner car, quietly looked at Feng Jiu for a while, and then turned to leave.

The army did not enter the city, but was stationed in the barracks outside the city, and only a group of generals followed Nangong Ling into the city, as well as the prisoner car that held Feng Jiutian and the witty words that played the role of the White Lotus along the way.

Just walked into the city gate, out of nowhere, a bunch of people suddenly appeared, from the eighty-year-old man, mother-in-law, down to seven or eight-year-old children, everyone carried a basket, looked at Feng Jiutian in the prisoner car with a look of resentment, and threw the egg in his hand hard.

"It's her, she's a spy in the Western Regions."

"Demon girl, if it weren't for her, we wouldn't have lost more than twenty cities in vain and killed her!"

"Kill the demon girl, kill the demon girl!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and at the same time threw the things in their hands towards Feng Jiu, there were eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, stones, and a few feather arrows that came from nowhere.

This scene caught everyone by surprise, and when Nangong Ling ordered someone to protect the prisoner car, the contents of everyone's basket had been almost thrown away, and the voice of shouting "kill the demon girl" did not stop, not only did not stop, but became more and more intense, and even a few big men carried knives and killed the prisoner car.

And Feng Jiutian was not as embarrassed as everyone imagined, almost when the first egg was thrown, she wrapped herself tightly with her cloak, and not a single finger was exposed.

Dozens of soldiers surrounded the prisoner cart, blocking the big man with a knife, and the scene was a little out of control for a while.

As the protagonist, Feng Jiutian calmly lifted the cloak, looked at the eggs on the cloak, threw the cloak in the prisoner car with some disgust, glanced at the things in the prisoner car, picked up a carrot, rubbed it on his clothes, opened his mouth and took a bite.

Everyone: "......"

Nangong Ling: "......"

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the big man who rushed towards the prisoner cart with a knife, and no one noticed that in the attic in the distance, an arrow crossbow was facing Feng Jiu.

The sharp arrow suddenly shot out of the attic, pierced the sky, and shot fiercely towards Feng Jiutian, but when it approached Feng Jiutian, it was shot down by a feather arrow, although the feather arrow saved Feng Jiutian's life, but it left a bloody mark on Feng Jiutian's white face.

Feng Jiutian held the carrot and raised his eyes lightly to look at the person who shot the feather arrow.

Nangong Ling threw the bow in his hand to Zhang Jing on the side, rode to the side of the prisoner car, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he drew his sword and slashed at the iron chain that tied the prisoner car, the chain was broken, Nangong Ling returned the sword into the sheath, and then looked coldly at Feng Jiutian in the prisoner car.

"If you don't want to die, you come out!"

Feng Jiutian hesitated, and then opened the door of the prisoner car, but before her feet landed, she was stopped and lifted on horseback.

The cold wind blew in her face, with a hint of coolness, until she gradually moved away from the crowd, Feng Jiutian reacted, she was still holding a bite of the carrot in her hand, and her cheeks hurt a little, but it was far less painful than the armor behind her.

The horse stopped at the gate of the Shengwang Mansion, Nangong Ling directly raised his hand and pushed Feng Jiutian off the horse, looking at the people waiting at the gate of the palace and said coldly.

"The princess is immoral, and she will be sent to the dungeon from today, and she will not be allowed to leave the dungeon for half a step without the permission of this king!"

Feng Jiu endured it and crawled from the ground, only to see a man riding on horseback, wearing armor and moving away.

……

The dark and damp dungeon has a musty smell, and there is a faint smell of blood in the air, and there is a small window on the wall, which can be regarded as adding a touch of warmth to the dungeon, and the cold wind is still blowing outside.

Feng Jiu leaned on the hay and sat on the ground, looking up at the palm-sized window on the wall in a daze.

Now, she can be regarded as a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs, it can be seen from the city gate that the people of Dayan hate her to the bone, but it is not surprising, who made her a spy in the Western Regions!

Sitting still has never been her style, and now she only has two ways to go, either wait here, waiting for the original owner's "Night Brother" who has just taken away the fourteen cities of Dayan to rescue, or find a way to escape by herself, and from then on, incognito and travel the world.

However, she is more inclined to the latter, and Xiaohuzi told him that the ancient people were damn ...... Can't believe it!

It has been the second day since Feng Jiutian woke up again, there was still a cold wind outside, and there was wind and snow drifting in from the window, and the entire dungeon could be said to be surprisingly quiet, without a single sound, only the cold wind outside could be heard, whistling and howling, like a ghost crying wolf.

If this was usual, Feng Jiu didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but with her entire "ghost", she always felt a little hairy in her heart.

"Bang", the cell door was opened, and an obese man limped over with a wooden barrel like a hill, seeing Feng Jiutian, his eyes were disgusted, resentful, and pity, in general, it was a little complicated.

"It's time to eat!"

The man shouted in a rough voice, and then threw a nest head in, and handed in a bowl of white porridge with not a grain of rice missing.

Looking at the man, scattered images flashed through Feng Jiutian's mind.

Lady in coarse cloth clothes dragged a fat slightly clumsy man standing on her ...... No, standing in front of the original owner, begging the original owner to accept the man to work in the Shengwang Mansion, the original owner may be kind-hearted, or maybe the mind is not in the Shengwang Mansion, so he agreed to the woman and let the man stay in the kitchen to help.

The woman is the cook in the palace kitchen, and the man is the man in front of him.

With the sound of the door slamming shut, the entire prison was quiet again.

Looking at the wowotou and the cold white porridge in front of him, although it was a little cold, it was not difficult to swallow, Feng Jiu poured into the wowotou, and ate the white porridge, barely having a full meal.

For the next three days, except for the man who came to deliver food every day, Feng Jiutian had not seen anyone, this feeling gave her an illusion that everyone had forgotten, the weather outside was not only clear, there was a slight sunlight shining in through the window, it was very bright.

There was a "bang", and there was a sound from the cell door.

Thinking that it was a man who came to deliver food, Feng Jiutian didn't think much about it, she stared at the cell in front of her, calculating whether she could get out of the gap.

Just as Feng Jiu leaned her head out of the gap a little, she didn't want to, a cold breath came to her face, she subconsciously looked towards the exit, and saw Nangong Ling in a python robe, I have to say that Nangong Ling in armor is majestic, and Nangong Ling in a dark python robe is even more noble and extraordinary.