The night came as promised, the waterfowl slept on the sandy bank of the Jinwu River, the soft and clear moon broke through the clouds and hung high in the sky, the dusty breeze blew the flower branches, and the shadows of the trees swayed.

On the hidden path leading to Qingxiang in Jinling City, two strong men carried a sack one after the other and walked forward.

The whole street was silent, and the men hurried along and whispered:

"Is there any time?"

"Don't worry! I pinched it when I left the palace! Absolutely nothing can be wrong! ”

“...”

Zhong Mi, who was in the sack, heard the sound of conversation when he was sleeping, and faintly noticed that he seemed to be moving, and when he was completely awake, he found that he had been tied up with five flowers, and he was firmly tied in a sack made of linen.

When he landed, the chill crawled all over his body from the soles of his feet, and there was a tingle in his back.

She began to struggle, writhing violently, tugging at her throat to make a sound. But the cotton cloth in her mouth was so tightly stuffed that she could only grind out a few words incoherently.

The man on her shoulder heard her whimper and roared impatiently: "What's the noise?!" I'm going to kill you again! ”

Zhong Mi immediately paused, and his body froze involuntarily.

Then I heard them sneering in their ears: "What princess! That's it! It's not as good as a chicken! ”

Hearing this, Zhong Mi struggled again, and said vaguely at the top of his voice: "I'm not a princess!" I'm Zhong Mi! ”

The cotton cloth hindered her pronunciation, and the two strong men didn't hear a word, and said viciously: "Stinky girl! It's not possible! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu, put you on the spot now! ”

Zhong Mi was extremely desperate, and large cold sweat rolled down his forehead. She closed her eyes, biting the cotton cloth hard, rubbing the thick rope tied around her wrist in an attempt to break it.

But this rope is extremely strong, and it has not been shaken for a long time.

Zhong Mi almost collapsed: the rope that tied her was personally prepared by her for Xiao Manxin, made with a special process and unbreakable. Now she is cocooned and trapped herself.

She thought of a way all the way, but before she could figure out a clue, she was thrown out mercilessly. The hard, cold ground hit her, and she curled up in a circle in pain, only to feel like the bones in her body were about to shatter.

Immediately afterwards, the linen cloth that was put on his body was rudely torn apart.

But her face was still covered with a hood, and Zhong Mi could see her environment clearly through the gap. In a dilapidated wooden house, in the dim light of candles, three men stood in front of her, all with fat heads, big ears, big shoulders and round waists, staring at her with squinting eyes.

Zhong Mi sat up from the ground in horror, twisting his body in an attempt to hide behind.

Behind her, there were two strong men who carried her in, grabbed her shoulders and fixed her tightly. Zhong Mi shook his head desperately and shouted upside down: "Don't! Don't come here! I'm not Princess Eleven! I'm not Xiao Manxin!! ”

No one could understand her words. The men in the room only thought she was begging for help, and everyone grinned and teased with a sharp voice: "Eleventh princess! Shout louder! Let the gentlemen be refreshed! ”

Immediately, there was a burst of laughter from the room: "Hahahaha..."

"I didn't expect that Lao Tzu would be able to sleep with a princess in this life!"

Zhong Mi shuddered when he heard the laughter, and retreated again and again, but was pushed back again. The greasy and obscene men got closer and closer, and the more she struggled, the more they laughed.

She cried out in her heart, and three men rushed up, scrambling to tear at her gown, violent and brutal. Zhong Mi tried to break free, but his shoulders were firmly controlled, and he watched them reach into the hem of their clothes.

She resisted like crazy, tears running down her cheeks, and a wet patch of crying on her hood.

Zhong Mi hated to bite his tongue and kill himself at this moment, and a huge sense of shame gushed out. When she was about to lose her strength, her chest suddenly cooled, and the front of her clothes had been completely torn, revealing snow-white skin.

Zhong Mi's eyes were red, and he used all his strength to push his legs forward, trying to stop the men's outstretched dirty hands.

However, this meager strength was not enough to withstand three adult men.

Just when Zhong Mi was in pain and all his thoughts were discouraged, an accent of "pop" suddenly sounded in his ears, and the door of the wooden house slammed against the wall, and someone broke in, and the laughter and crying in the house stopped abruptly.

Through a thin layer of cloth, Zhong Mi saw a group of people in the same costume rushing in.

Immediately after that, she heard a Lang Jun shouting: "Escort them all to me!" ”

The men who were still bullying her unscrupulously were locked up with their backhands and kneeling on the ground begging for mercy at this moment: "Official! Official! It's none of our business! We're just on orders! ”

Lang Jun, who was the leader, said coldly: "Pickled and prey!" Dali Temple has caught you! Dare to quibble! Drag it all on! Imprisoned and interrogated! ”

Then, there was an earth-shattering cry in the room, and the three fat men kept shouting, and they had long lost their arrogance and ruthlessness. After a while, they were all escorted out, including the two strong men who controlled her movements.

Zhong Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person collapsed, leaning against the haystack, and all his strength was drained.

She lay numbly until someone had covered her with a layer of clothing, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

When she guessed who it was, she was torn off her hood, and the dizzy candlelight immediately shot over, Zhong Mi subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a sixteen-year-old boy standing in front of her.

With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Ma Boweng stared at her coldly, and muttered in a low voice: "Zhong Mi? How does it feel to be designed and insulted? ”

Zhong Mi reacted suddenly, whining twice with the cotton cloth in his mouth, and his eyes were already out of focus.

Ma Boweng took out the cloth from her mouth in disgust and threw it aside: "Today is considered the arrival of the people from Dali Temple in time, otherwise... What should happen to you, you should know in your heart? ”

Zhong Mi's eyes were bloodshot, he looked up at the young man in front of him, and said weakly: "It turns out... It's all your game. ”

Ma Boweng's good-looking eyebrow bone was lightly touched, and he smiled: "Yes, thank you for your cooperation and falling into my hook, which gave me the opportunity to catch you all." ”

As soon as the words fell, his face collapsed instantly, and a blade-like chill burst out in his eyes: "Zhong Mi, you are a little sheren, why did you do this to the princess?" Is there another mastermind behind you? ”

Zhong Mi lowered his eyes and was silent.

Ma Bo Weng said gloomily: "You can't escape tonight, don't say it!" I have a way to torture you, and I will make you desperate! You can't die! Tell the truth honestly! ”