Farm Tough Girl
Chapter 330 - 330 331 Not a match for a single hair of

Chapter 330: Chapter 331 Not a match for a single hair of hers_1 Chapter 330: Chapter 331 Not a match for a single hair of hers_1 “Am I a ghost now?” Muniang shot back, tossing the rabbit and firewood to the ground, “Start the fire! Roast the rabbit!”

Nangong Qian stared at her, stunned, “I am injured right now.”

“If we don’t start a fire, let’s just freeze to death together.” Muniang picked up a wild fruit and began to bite into it. How could she let others take advantage of her so easily? Did this person really think she was easy to command?

Nangong Qian clenched his teeth and struggled to gather the firewood.

When Yu Ze found out about Muniang’s plight, he almost went mad with anxiety, the chill in his body more piercing than a hole in the ice in midwinter.

“We are incompetent, unable to protect Lady completely!” The surviving Hidden Guards knelt on the ground, clearly prepared to atone with their deaths.

“Get moving and search! Mobilize all of the Iron Cavalry, comb through every inch around the river! If she is harmed in the least, bring me your heads!” Yu Ze barked.

“Yes!”

Yu Ze forced himself to calm down. He had seen the fireworks that Nangong Qian interfered with, and he immediately rushed over, but was still a step too late, as both Nangong Qian and Muniang had fallen down together.

Yu Ze pressed his lips together, feeling slightly at ease. Muniang was never reckless. If she had dragged Nangong Qian down with her, perhaps it was to save her own life, but such an act was too risky. After all, Nangong Qian had been hit by an arrow. If his strength failed him halfway, wouldn’t they both end up drowning in the river?

With this thought, Yu Ze could no longer stay calm and quickly left to search. He also specifically ordered someone to closely monitor the movements of Nangong Qian’s people. If Nangong Qian was alive, Muniang was most likely with him. Given Muniang’s nature, if she pulled him down, it was to use him as a cushion, why would she let go? If those people found Nangong Qian, they should be able to find Muniang as well.

Just then, he received an urgent report from the border. The Qilian Kingdom had suddenly launched a major attack, and the armies of the Daqian Dynasty were caught off guard, initially unable to resist. The emperor had even issued a decree for him to rush to the border to defend against the enemy.

Yu Ze could roughly guess Nangong Qian’s purpose in coming here; it was probably to deliberately use Muniang to slow him down.

A Hidden Guard finally mustered the courage to speak up, “General, finding Lady is indeed urgent, but the border—”

Yu Ze gave a cold glance, “The whole world could turn upside down, and it would still not compare to a single hair of hers. Go search!”

The Hidden Guard shuddered and hurriedly “scrammed.”

Yu Ze’s fist clenched tightly inside his sleeve. Nangong Qian, you’ve made a correct guess for once. Even though he knew it was Nangong Qian’s scheme, he still had to jump into the trap. It didn’t matter if he jumped or not anymore; what mattered was how Muniang was doing?

With this thought, Yu Ze’s anger flared, and with a slap, he shattered a row of trees.

Nangong Qian had finally managed to sort out the firewood, but no matter how hard he struck, the flint failed to produce sparks. The wound on his right shoulder made it even more difficult, as exerting force tugged at the injury.

Muniang couldn’t stand to watch any longer and snatched the flint from his hands irritably, easily striking a few sparks, not forgetting to give Nangong Qian a cold glare, “If you can’t even do this much, I wonder what you’re good for.”

Nangong Qian’s face flushed. He was born in the royal family and had never had to use such a thing, but still, out of stubborn pride, he retorted, “Give it to me! I can do it!”

Muniang unapologetically threw cold water on him, “By the time you manage to make a spark, we’ll have frozen to death.”

Nangong Qian’s mouth twitched, his fingers cracking loudly as if he were cracking Muniang’s neck.

Since their clothes were already wet, Muniang couldn’t be bothered to take them off, and instead, she built the fire up, warming both herself and her clothing together.

Muniang threw the rabbit over to Nangong Qian, “Hurry up and gut it, clean it, roast it, and eat.”

Nangong Qian looked at the dirty rabbit and felt a wave of nausea. He had been a stickler for cleanliness all his life, but now he had fallen to such a state.

“Don’t tell me you don’t even know how to clean a rabbit?” Muniang saw that he hadn’t moved and glared at him.

Nangong Qian stiffened his neck and said, “Who says I don’t?!” He was not one to show off his strength before, but this woman always seemed to effortlessly provoke his competitive spirit.

Muniang snorted and let him get on with it.

After preparing the rabbit meat, they skewered it on a stick and roasted it to eat. Although there were no spices and the meat was tasteless, Nangong Qian was actually particularly fussy. He was very picky about food, but now he was so drained that if he didn’t eat something, he probably wouldn’t make it.

Besides, when he looked up at Muniang, he saw her enjoying the food heartily. Nangong Qian gritted his teeth and ate as well.

“Hey, what exactly is that signal you mentioned? Show me,” Muniang chatted with Nangong Qian while gnawing on the rabbit meat.

After a few bites of meat, Nangong Qian really couldn’t eat anymore, so he put it aside and carefully wiped his hands. He took out a delicately small jade flute from his waist, “Do you know how to use this?”

Muniang shook her head.

“I thought you wouldn’t. You just stick to playing with your flint,” Nangong Qian taunted.

Muniang’s almond-shaped eyes widened, clearly about to lose her temper, but Nangong Qian had already put the flute to his lips and began to play softly.

The clear sound of the flute was exceptionally melodious. Muniang, who didn’t understand music, still felt a touch of sorrow as she listened, and for a moment, she was stunned, even forgetting her anger.

After Nangong Qian finished playing, he said, “It’s this tune. My men would understand it. If they heard it, they would naturally follow the sound to find us.”

“Who would hear such a soft sound? Can’t you use Inner Strength to play it? The kind that carries far.”

Nangong Qian gave her a sidelong glance, “With the injury you caused me, I hardly have any strength left, let alone Inner Strength.”

Muniang was tongue-tied, wondering how she had overlooked this fact! She quickly asked, “Then when will your Inner Strength recover? Tomorrow?”

Nangong Qian said leisurely, “That’s not certain. It depends on how well I recover. Good food, good sleep, good care, good mood—maybe then I’ll recover quickly.”

Muniang gnashed her teeth and said, “Fine, you just take good care of yourself.”

But then she muttered to herself, “Not even a signal firework, how poor can he be?”

Nangong Qian’s lips curved up, but he didn’t speak and leaned against a tree to sleep.

These past few days, Muniang had fed Nangong Qian like one would feed a pig, and his Inner Strength had “recovered somewhat.” Every few days, he would use Inner Strength to play the flute. But usually, after playing one or two tunes, he would say he was tired and needed to rest for most of the day.

Muniang was now livid, knowing that Yu Ze must be frantic by now. How could they keep dragging this out? In a fit of anger, she took some wild fruits and threw them at Nangong Qian.