Zhu Juan's body was weak and limp, and her overall mental state was also poor.
Gu Xiaoran and her three companions also did not see Qiu Yan.
Because Qiu Yan was facing away from them at the moment, and she was wearing Western Region clothing.
"Aunt Zhu, where are they taking us?"
Throughout the journey, Gu Xiaoran tirelessly asked the same question.
Due to prolonged hunger, he was pale and emaciated, and his voice was weak and feeble.
"Aunt Zhu doesn't know either." Zhu Juan's voice was weak; the long-term cold had exhausted her energy.
Xuan Ying: "We've arrived, the Great Grassland." He didn't know what these barbarians wanted to do by bringing them here.
Xuanming guessed, "They must want us to become their servants."
He felt that the reason these people did not kill or release the Western Rong civilians and prisoners immediately was very likely because they wanted to reduce them to servants and work for others.
Just wait and see. Once they've filled their stomachs, do you think this little prison cart can hold them? You're kidding, they're His Majesty's personal guards.
Xuanming thought to himself, and couldn't help but laugh at himself.
They have long since ruined the reputation of the secret guards.
Just think, it's a disgrace to His Majesty.
It's best if His Majesty doesn't find out about this.
Xuan Ying and Xuan Xiang thought together, "Young Master, when we get back, please don't tell anyone about our trip to the grasslands."
Otherwise, this person would be utterly humiliated.
"Can't I even tell my mother?" Gu Xiaoran really wanted to tell his mother about his miserable experiences; he wanted to seek comfort.
Xuan Ying gave a bitter smile and leaned weakly against the pillars of the prison cart.
Along the way, the barbarians only gave them half a steamed bun and half a bowl of water a day, which wasn't even enough to fill their teeth.
Fortunately, their lives were saved.
They were weak and listless, unable to muster any strength, and even walking was difficult, let alone escaping.
Their dramatic and pitiful journey is truly lamentable.
Alas, life has driven him to the point where he's almost become a poet.
As they approached the yurt, the prison cart slowly came to a stop, accompanied by the gradually ceasing sound of horses' hooves.
Immediately afterwards, the prison vans were slammed open one by one.
At that moment, the sounds of barbarian soldiers driving the prison cart and the whistling of whips echoed around it.
"Get down, get down, get down... hurry up..."
The whip lashed my body, leaving a bloody welt with each strike; it truly hurt.
Instantly, the sorrowful cries of the people reached their ears, turning Gu Xiaoran and Zhu Juan pale.
Because of their slow movement, the people were roughly dragged off the prison carts by the barbarian soldiers and forced to push and shove forward.
Some of the weak and sickly were dragged out of the prison cart by the barbarians because of their slow movement, and thrown to the ground, where they were forced to eat grass.
Gu Xiaoran was carried off the prison cart by Xuan Ying, but unfortunately, she was pushed by a barbarian soldier and almost fell into close contact with the grassland ground.
Xuan Ying protected Gu Xiaoran very well.
He clenched his fist secretly, harboring resentment, but at this moment he could only endure it.
Zhu Juan and Xuan Ming got off the bus one after the other.
As soon as Zhu Juan got off the car, she was ruthlessly thrown aside by the barbarian soldiers.
"Women, stand over here, hurry up."
Zhu Juan was pushed directly to the ground. Looking around, she saw women ranging from teenagers to around thirty years old gathered together.
Zhu Juan staggered and struggled to her feet. The fall made her feel like all the bones in her body were about to fall apart. It hurt so much that tears streamed down her face.
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