A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

After a short while, Duan Fufeng, wearing a dark cloak, appeared at the door without any guards. He raised his chin at her expressionlessly.

Wutong walked out and asked nervously, "Are you going to take me to see Nanxing?"

Duan Fufeng did not answer, but turned around and walked out of the Taiji Hall.

Wutong was afraid of angering him at this critical moment, so she could only follow him closely, not daring to breathe.

After passing through countless corridors, she could no longer remember the direction, only that the other person had never spoken or turned around.

It was as if he didn't care at all whether she was following or not.

Did he really take her to see Nanxing?

Wutong thought to herself that regardless of whether she could see him today, she should leave the palace as soon as possible.

After all, this is Duan Yanxi's territory. If we meet him again in the future, we may not be lucky enough to leave alive.

But what will happen to Nanxing after she leaves?

Where should she go next?

Lost in thought, she walked with her head down, unaware that Duan Fufeng had stopped and was turning to look at her when she bumped into his chest.

"what……"

She covered her forehead and lifted her face.

Duan Fufeng said coldly, "You wait for me here."

"Where are you going?" Wutong asked.

Duan Fufeng still didn't answer, and walked straight into a palace.

Several palace maids came out to greet him and spoke with him.

Looking at the palace, Wutong felt that it was more ancient than the Taiji Hall where they lived. It must have been built at the beginning of the dynasty and had a history of at least a hundred years.

Above the main gate hangs a golden plaque with three magnificent characters carved on it: Qianlong Hall.

Hidden Dragon...

She realized something, but before she could think about it deeply, Duan Fufeng came out and said to her:

"go in."

Thinking that she might very well reunite with Nanxing, Wutong's heart raced, and she took a deep breath as she walked into the palace.

Duan Fufeng's deep voice suddenly rang out, carried by the cold wind into Wutong's ears.

Do you really want to leave me?

Wutong paused, turned her head, and nodded.

"Never regretted it even once?" Duan Fufeng asked again, his voice tinged with resentment.

Wutong turned to look at him and said earnestly:

"This is not the life I want. I don't want money or power, I only want absolute freedom and peace."

Duan Fufeng scoffed, "In this chaotic world, where can one find freedom and peace?"

"Don't those in power find it laughable to talk about a chaotic world?"

Wutong asked in return.

Duan Fufeng didn't speak, but lowered his head, his entire eye sockets sinking into the shadow of his brow bone.

It was as if he had hidden himself away, and an invisible wall of ice had formed in the air around him.

Wutong had never felt such extreme loneliness from anyone before, and it deeply moved her.

After a few seconds of silence, she forced herself to look away and hurried into the hall.

The palace maids led her into the inner palace, through several covered corridors, and into a quiet garden.

The palace maid said, "This is all I can take you. Please go in by yourself. His Highness has instructed me to guard the door for you, so there's no need to worry about anyone disturbing you."

They bowed to her and left the garden.

With its lush trees and tranquil atmosphere, this place should be a relaxing haven.

Wutong couldn't help but tense up, so nervous that she could hear her own heartbeat.

Is the person you're supposed to see already inside?

She pressed her hand to her chest and walked forward quietly.

Not far inside, we heard the sound of a wooden fish being struck.

Although Wenxin has returned to secular life, he still maintains the habits he had in the temple, never eating meat and chanting scriptures every morning.

Wutong had lived with him for a long time and was very familiar with the sound of the wooden fish, so she recognized it immediately.

Why is there the sound of a wooden fish in the palace garden?

She dared not think too much about it, and took a little further forward, pushing aside the branches and leaves blocking her view to look outside.

There is a pavilion built in the middle of the lake, with a unique and exquisite design.

The lake water is light green, and occasionally a golden fish can be seen flashing by among the aquatic plants.

A boy, somewhere between a teenager and a young man, sat quietly in the pavilion, chanting scriptures with his eyes closed. The sound of striking the stone came from beneath his hands.

The boy was wearing a light blue robe embroidered with silver dragons, with a silver-gray fur cloak draped over it.

Her long, black hair was tied back, with the ends falling behind her narrow waist. Her profile was as if painted by the most outstanding royal painter, with every detail exquisitely crafted.

Beautiful women and stunning scenery, serene and ethereal.

Finally seeing the person she had been thinking about day and night, Wutong could hardly believe her eyes.

The face is still the same, but the feeling it gives is completely different.

Is this really her Nanxing?

Suddenly, the man seemed to notice something, stopped knocking, and looked in her direction.

The sycamore tree's instinctive reaction was to dodge, but in its haste, it tripped over a tree root and fell awkwardly onto the grass.

The man dropped the wooden fish and strode over, seeing the sycamore tree trying to climb up.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he saw Wutong's face. His serious and cold tone instantly changed. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly and asked incredulously, "You are... Wutong?!"

Wutong hadn't expected the long-awaited meeting to be so awkward, so she stood up and smiled at him.

"Haha...long time no see..."

She paused for a moment, realizing that when she stood up, she only reached Nanxing's shoulder.

When did he get so tall?

Looking closely at his face, his features haven't changed much, but his facial contours have become very three-dimensional, and he has a strong, aloof, and distant aura.

This... is Nanxing, but it's not her Nanxing.

Compared to her embarrassment, Nanxing seemed very excited, suddenly opening his arms to hug her tightly and pulling her into his embrace.

"Great! I've finally met you!"

His vocal cords were still developing, clear yet husky, possessing a purity unique to a young person.

"what……"

The wound on Wutong's neck was aggravated, and she involuntarily let out a scream.

Nanxing quickly let go of her and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

what happened?

How can I tell him about what happened yesterday?

Besides, at such a moment of reunion, everything else has long become insignificant.

Thinking of this, Wutong smiled and shook her head at him.

"It's nothing, I was just curious how you ended up here... Where did you go back then? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

She thought he had been captured by the people of Dongqi, so she braved the heavy snow, rode her horse for thousands of miles, and went to Dongqi to find him.

But we couldn't get any information.

If you think about it carefully, how many years have they been separated?

Three years, or four years?

She couldn't remember clearly; she only knew that she had dreamed of him countless times, dreaming that he was squatting outside the room where she was imprisoned, whispering to her:

"I'm here to save you."

Nanxing's eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice, "I was captured by... people from the Central Plains Imperial Palace."

Wutong asked in surprise, "Why did they arrest you? Do you have a grudge against them?"

Nanxing shook her head. "They took me to see my father."

Wutong's heart suddenly pounded, her fingers unconsciously gripping the corner of her fur coat, and she asked breathlessly, "Who is your father?"

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