Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 132 The Optimistic Girl

In a cold and damp cell.

Jiang Liu'er leaned against the wall, two iron hooks on her shoulders pierced her scapula, and the dried blood stuck the clothes on her shoulders to her skin.

She still had heavy shackles on her feet, and she could only move within half an inch of space.

She is a martial artist at the seventh level of Rongqiao realm, and is considered an outstanding expert in this martial world.

Although she is a woman, she is as brave as any man and she shows no mercy when it comes to killing people with a knife.

She was just one step away from breaking through and escaping.

Unfortunately, at the critical moment, a tall warrior suddenly appeared and knocked her unconscious with just one punch.

When I woke up again, I was already in this cell.

There was a narrow gate window above the cell, and the sunlight came in through the window, shining right on Jiang Liuer.

This was the only comfort she had these days. The blood loss caused her body temperature to drop. There was only a smelly, dirty blanket in the cell, and she would only feel more comfortable when the sun shone on her.

She roughly estimated that she had been locked up for three days based on the number of times the sunlight appeared.

But for three whole days, Jiang Liuer had no idea who had captured her.

Could it be his former enemy?
Or is it because of someone your husband has offended recently?

Jiang Liuer thought someone would come to interrogate her.

But that didn't happen. Even the people who occasionally passed by outside the cell never communicated with her.

Just at this moment, the door of the cell was suddenly opened, and a small figure came in carrying a wooden basin.

She was a young girl with a youthful look on her face. She could be sixteen or seventeen years old, but her body was too thin and poor, and she looked much younger than her actual age.

She was wearing a rough, wide hemp coat that was haphazardly pulled over her body, like a "big skirt" covering her body. She was not wearing any pants, and when she walked, her two slender legs like chopsticks were vaguely visible.

She was not very strong, and it was very difficult for her to carry the wooden basin full of water. She had to bend her waist and struggled to walk in.

After she finally brought the basin to Jiang Liu'er, she looked up and said to her happily, "I served Manager Lin very well today. Manager Lin agreed to let me bring some clean water in. Let me wash for you."

Her face was dirty, but it was obvious that she had a good foundation, except for a small red birthmark on her face.

He is too skinny, with little flesh on his cheeks and dry and yellow hair.

Jiang Liu'er looked at her without saying a word, but her eyes noticed several new bruises on her neck and wrists.

She seemed to have noticed Jiang Liuer's gaze, and she pulled up the collar of her clothes a little embarrassedly to cover the bruises on her neck.

The girl's name is Hong Zhao. No one knows her last name and she doesn't want to say it.

But from her words and actions, Jiang Liuer could guess that Hong Zhao must be from a good family, and an ordinary family could not raise such a girl.

Hong Zhao was imprisoned here much earlier than Jiang Liuer. According to her own words, it has been about three or four years.

Jiang Liuer tried to get something out of her, but even though she had been locked up here for many years, she didn't know much about this place. She only knew that many girls like her were captured here, but they were all locked up in different places.

She would be locked up in this prison. She has only seen Jiang Liuer in all these years.

Compared to Jiang Liu'er, who was arrested and locked up and then ignored, Hong Zhao would be called out every few days by a man called "Manager Lin".

Every time he came back, he was always smelly and had bruises all over his body.

Whenever she saw it, Jiang Liu'er couldn't help but tremble in her heart.

But in the end, she just bit her lips hard and said nothing.

What can be said?
Now she is also a prisoner, and her own life or death is uncertain, so how can she have the energy to care about others?

Hong Zhao always acts as if he doesn't care, and tries to stay optimistic even in such an environment. Although he is not having a good time himself, he will try his best to help take care of Jiang Liuer.

Feed her water, feed her food...

But every night, Jiang Liuer could always hear faint sobbing sounds. …

Hong Zhao squatted on the ground, groped under the haystack where she slept for a while, and took out a "bowl".

It is called a "bowl", but in fact it is just a broken tile that looks a bit dirty.

But this dirty piece of tile is also the "bowl" she uses to eat her meals.

She reached into the basin with the broken tile, scooped up some water, and carefully brought it to Jiang Liuer's mouth.

The cool water wet her dry and bloodless lips.

Jiang Liuer drank the water with difficulty, and her complexion recovered a little.

Hong Zhao used the broken tile to wash Jiang Liuer's wound.

A small piece of broken tile cannot hold much water.

Hong Zhao was very careful in his movements, fearing that he might hurt Jiang Liuer.

Even just cleaning the wound took two hours.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't have much else at the moment, and they only had a lot of free time.

After doing all this, Hong Zhao carefully put the broken tiles back into the haystack where she slept and hid them. Then she began to climb towards the window above, stepping on the raised points on the wall.

Jiang Liu'er was worried for her and glanced at the jailer standing guard outside.

But Hong Zhao had calculated the time when the jailers changed shifts, so there was no one guarding outside for about five minutes.

These five minutes are also the only time in the day when she can see the outside world.

After five minutes, she jumped down from the wall, sat next to Jiang Liuer, and talked to her about what was happening outside.

"I haven't seen those beautiful carriages coming for several days."

"Ah."

A hint of depression appeared on Hong Zhao's little face, and he hugged his knees and buried his face in his legs.

After a long while, she asked:

"Will someone come to rescue us?"

"Will do."

"The one who came to rescue us must be a great hero."

Hong Zhao seemed to have regained her optimism, immersed in her own world, chattering to Jiang Liu'er about the great hero who saved them. He must be a strong man with a full beard, who can wield a big sword, and whose eyes are as big as copper bells, and who might even be able to spit fire...

She used words to outline the image of the great hero in her mind bit by bit.

Jiang Liu'er just listened in silence.

Just when the two were silent, the sound of fighting suddenly broke out outside.

The two women couldn't help but look at each other.

……

Time returns to daytime.

When Zhao Guanxiang discovered the Yifeng Imperial Farm, he did not act rashly.

This time, he did not choose to make a big fanfare. Apart from the two priests "Tian Ting" and "Di Wen", he only brought a few elite guards with him.

It was undoubtedly a fantasy to want to rush into the heavily guarded Yifeng Imperial Manor and rescue people with just such a small number of people.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as we confirm that the person is in Yifenghuangzhuang, then it will be easy!
(End of this chapter)