Chapter 155 World 7 (Part 3)
The group emerged from the desert and arrived at a small border town. While they hadn't encountered the raging winds and sandstorms, the horse traders were still dusty, their clothes caked with large grains of sand. They found an inn, placed their slaves in the courtyard, and went off to rest.
Bao Shan placed the bundled hay in the camel's trough and filled a hollow wooden pit with water. The long journey had worn out the patient camel, and it drank the water from the trough with eager gulps.
Duan Changfeng had just settled the slaves when he saw Baoshan feeding and watering the camels. Baoshan had already removed the dusty cloth covering her face, revealing a milky-white complexion. Her eyelashes fluttered softly, her dark, glistening eyes filled with tenderness. Even fresh from the desolate desert, her eyes were still shimmering, her soft lips shimmering with a watery sheen.
The slender and delicate hands gently fiddling with the grass in the trough made people feel distressed. Such a fragile woman should be carefully cared for, how could she do such rough work?
Duan Changfeng thought so, and acted accordingly. He strode forward, snatched the fodder from Bao Shan's hand, and said in a muffled voice, "Go and rest. I'll feed the camels."
His hands suddenly felt empty. Baoshan raised his face and saw that it was Duan Changfeng. He called out softly, "Brother Changfeng."
Duan Changfeng turned his head to the side, feeling lucky that his hair covered the tip of his ear so that no one could see the red and hot tips of his ears.
Every time Baoshan called Duan Changfeng, he felt as if his ears would melt when he heard the words "Brother Changfeng". No matter what Baoshan asked for, even if it was the bright moon hanging in the desert, he would try his best to see if he could pick it down.
Bao Shan looked in the direction Duan Changfeng had come from, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly as she asked softly, "Is everything settled?"
Duan Changfeng nodded, his hands moving without stopping, and soon he put enough grass in the trough.
Seeing Baoshan looking towards the side courtyard from time to time, Duan Changfeng took Baoshan to see the slaves who had been settled.
In the cage, the slaves had already closed their eyes, but when they heard the footsteps, they immediately opened their eyes and looked at Duan Changfeng and Baoshan.
Compared with the people in the Central Plains, the appearance of foreigners is a bit more ferocious. Their eye sockets are sunken, which makes their pupils appear larger and deeper.
Therefore, even the slaves were kept in cages.
But when they looked over together, Baoshan's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The slaves usually saw ferocious-looking horse traders who would whip them at any time.
When I saw Bao Shan before, she also covered her face with a towel. The only impression I had of her was that she had a slender waist and was small and thin.
Now that they saw the true appearance of the treasured fan, the slaves had mixed thoughts in their minds, and their eyes were shining with a deep light.
There are tall and ferocious beasts all around, and unfortunately, a soft white rabbit breaks into it. How can it not make people's heart beat fast?
Duan Changfeng moved slightly, blocking the treasured fan. He said in a deep voice, "They are just some lowly slaves. There is nothing to see."
Bao Shan nodded hesitantly and started to leave. In the corner of the courtyard, Wu Li raised his eyes and looked at Bao Shan gravely. Bao Shan suddenly turned around and said to Duan Changfeng, "There's no roof over there to shelter them. The scorching sun and cold nights will probably hurt them. Brother Changfeng, why don't you find them a new place?"
After hearing Bao Shan's words, Duan Changfeng felt soft in his heart. He felt that Bao Shan was more gentle and kind, and even remembered the health of several slaves in his heart.
Duan Changfeng naturally would not refuse the treasure fan's request.
However, there were only a few places with eaves left in the courtyard, and they all faced the inn's residence, separated only by a wall and a window.
Duan Changfeng hesitated, but when he lowered his head and saw Baoshan's soft eyes, he immediately made a decision.
They are just slaves, their actions are restricted, there is nothing to worry about.
Duan Changfeng placed several slaves under the eaves that could provide shelter from the sun and rain.
When placing Wu Li, who had strange eyes, Duan Changfeng originally wanted to put him in a corner, which would inevitably scare others.
But Duan Changfeng pushed lightly with his palm, and just as it stopped in front of a house and was about to continue pushing forward, he heard the gentle urging of the treasure fan.
"Brother Changfeng, Daddy is calling you to have dinner!"
Duan Changfeng was anxious, so he left Wu Li where he was. Fortunately, there was a roof over his head here, so Wu Li didn't have to endure the pain of the scorching sun.
Duan Changfeng ran to the treasure fan, and the two of them left.
Before leaving the courtyard, Baoshan turned around and saw that the cage holding Wu Li was standing in front of a house. The window was half-open, and the shadow of lily of the valley was faintly visible.
Baoshan withdrew his gaze.
There are many inconveniences in walking in the desert, so the horse traders only use clean water and naan bread, which is easy to preserve.
The naan bread originally tasted good, but after a long time, it became dry and hard in the luggage and difficult to swallow.
As soon as they left the desert, the horse traders' greed was aroused.
On the square wooden table, there were braised beef, smoked chicken, fried peanuts...
The side dishes were neatly arranged, and even a piece of green vegetable leaf was rare.
The wine on the table was brewed by the store owner himself. It cost one penny for a large bowl, and it felt like swallowing a knife when it went down his throat.
But horse traders don't like to drink so-called soft wine, but prefer to drink this kind of strong liquor.
The horse traders occupied four or five wooden tables, but only on Dong Yixiao's table was there a small bowl of vegetable soup, which was made by stewing several kinds of fresh vegetables.
In front of him was the horse merchant drinking heartily, but Baoshan didn't care at all. He held the wooden bowl in both hands and sipped the vegetable soup.
Until the horse traders were drunk and passed out, the inn was filled with the smell of alcohol.
Although Duan Changfeng did not faint, his cheeks were flushed.
Baoshan called the innkeepers and asked them to send all the horse traders back to their rooms.
Bao Shan lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Prepare another bucket of hot water and send it to my room."
Baoshan pushed open the door, and the breeze from the courtyard blew in, bringing the fragrance of the lily of the valley flowers by the window into the house.
The innkeeper had already filled the tub with hot water, and white steam was rising from it, filling the small room with a shroud of steam.
It was extremely quiet outside the window, not even a sound. Baoshan knew that the slaves, overwhelmed by hunger and thirst, had fallen into a deep sleep.
The Hu clothing on his body was untied, and the yellow sand slowly fell to the ground as the clothes shook.
Against the gray and dim backdrop, the dazzling whiteness appears even more striking.
It is a milk wine often drunk in foreign countries. The milk is extremely fresh, white, smooth and greasy, and it tastes very soft and leaves a long aftertaste.
The milk, which creates ripples with the slightest movement, is filled into a wine cup and slowly poured into the mellow wine.
Under the cover of night, only two slender, well-proportioned legs could be seen, gently rising in an extremely graceful, alluring arc. Then, they slowly sank into the steaming hot water. Bao Shan held a cotton handkerchief, raised a lotus-white arm, and gently wiped it.
The windows that were originally half-closed were completely opened at some point.
Wu Li was confined in a cage, surrounded by thick wooden sticks, locking him firmly there.
But freedom can be constrained, and Wu Li still has eyes and ears.
A breathtakingly beautiful scene came into view, and the skin as white as milk wine filled Wu Li's two strange eyes.
Whether it is as blue as the vast ocean or amber filled with gold fragments, it now has a burning crimson color.
Wu Li's eyes were deep, and he forced himself to move his burning gaze away from the beauty in the house.
Wu Li turned his back to the house, but he could still hear clearly——
She raised her arms to splash water, and scooped up a handful of clear water with her delicate hands, gently sprinkling it in front of herself. The water droplets rolled down her smooth and delicate skin, gently rolling down and returning to the bathtub.
You can't see it with your eyes, but you can hear it with your ears.
Even if he covered his ears, Wu Li couldn't help imagining that the scene just now would keep appearing in his mind.
The steaming hot air gradually dissipated from the house, and the warm touch fell on Wu Li's back.
His body was covered with scars, and when he was caressed by the sudden warmth, his body suddenly became extremely stiff.
The wounds on his body that had recently healed suddenly began to crack, and bright red blood oozed out from time to time.
Maybe it was because the room was too hot, but Wu Li felt a little hot.
His consciousness began to become unclear, and overlapping figures appeared in front of his eyes for a moment.
It seemed as if Wu Li was still in the desert, only now. No horse traders were with him. He was alone, barefoot, wandering aimlessly through the vast desert. The sun was high in the sky, scorching the ground. Wu Li felt his feet hurt, too, but he didn't stop and continued walking forward.
If he stopped, he would die in the desert and eventually be buried by the yellow sand without a trace.
Wu Li struggled to walk in the desert. He felt dizzy and his mouth was dry. He only hoped to see a forest of sweet and juicy plums in the desert to quench his thirst.
But it was just a delusion after all. Wu Li's wish was unfulfilled and he did not see the sour plum forest.
The water ripples, and the dazzling white milk is right in front of you.
Wu Li opened his eyes slightly, unable to believe what he saw.
——It is a sweet and mellow milk wine.
Wu Li stumbled towards the milk wine, but there was always an invisible obstacle in front of him, restricting his freedom.
At this moment, Wu Li displayed the arrogance unique to foreigners. He tried his best to touch the rippling milk wine.
Finally, Wu Li got what he wanted. He cupped the milk wine in his palm and sipped it carefully. The taste was sweet and delicious, just as he remembered. But upon closer inspection, he found something different.
But Wu Li, who had suddenly encountered a downpour, had no time to care about anything else. He was like an alcoholic addict, savoring the milk wine in his hand without satisfaction.
Baoshan's face was full of panic, and her fair cheeks looked even paler.
Baoshan was bathing in the house, but Wuli, a slave who should have been imprisoned in the courtyard, suddenly broke free from his cage and took Baoshan in front of him.
Looking at the brutal arms that were clamping his body and the bloodstains on his palms, Bao Shan almost fainted from the shock.
Baoshan didn't know how Wuli escaped from the cage. Was it with his bare hands?
Even a thick piece of wood couldn't stop Wu Li, let alone a body as slender and fragile as the treasure fan.
Wu Li leaned over and used his tongue as soft as sand to roll away the water droplets on Bao Shan's neck.
He performed this action with great piety, but it caused Baoshan's body to tremble slightly.
Baoshan felt numb and soft all over her body as left by Wuli. She was both ashamed and afraid, not knowing what to do.
In a hurry, Baoshan could only gently beg Wu Li to stop.
"Don't, don't do this..."
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