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

Yelü Qing was a little embarrassed, and after regaining his balance, he sighed.

"No one can escape the passage of time. Back in the day, I was a brave and skilled warrior who could ride a horse and shoot arrows."

Wutong couldn't help but chuckle: "Really?"

Yelü Qing glanced at her and said calmly, "You don't know, do you? I was able to get a position in the court by winning the title of the number one warrior in Dongqi. My first position was also a military officer."

Wutong had never heard him mention it before, so she listened with curiosity.

After a while, Yelü Qing realized that the two of them were being too intimate, so he stopped talking and said, "I'm a little thirsty, go and get me some water."

There was a water source not far from the camp, and right now, the cooks were going back and forth fetching water.

Wutong nodded, found a bowl, and prepared to fetch water. Halfway there, Shan saw her. Shan, upon learning that Yelü Qing had ordered her to do this, felt that he was treating Wutong like a maid and was very indignant.

When the group set off in the afternoon, Shan volunteered to drive the carriage to Wenxin.

Wenxin said, "You can stay inside and keep Wutong company."

"I'll do it, I'll do it, why are you so long-winded?" Shanzhe teased him deliberately, "Don't you dare ride in the same carriage as Sister Wutong?"

Wenxin, provoked by her, indeed dropped the whip and went into the carriage. Shan smiled smugly, tugged at his gloves, grabbed the whip, and lashed it hard against the horse's rump.

The horse neighed and galloped away.

Wenxin had just crawled into the carriage, half-hunched over, intending to greet Wutong, when the carriage suddenly lurched forward without warning.

He was jolted backward by the inertia, and his lips landed perfectly on Wutong's face.

Wutong was holding a piece of mung bean cake, about to put it in her mouth, when her hand awkwardly froze in mid-air, and the air in the carriage seemed to freeze.

Wenxin was highly skilled in martial arts and had excellent balance. He removed his lips from the other side in less than three seconds and silently sat down on another stool.

Wutong rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand and chuckled dryly, "Haha, that's quite a unique way to greet you."

He asked himself, "I'm sorry."

Wutong waved her hand, stuffed the mung bean cake into her mouth, and mumbled, "It's nothing, it's just an accident. I won't blame you for taking advantage of me."

When Wenxin heard the words "taking advantage of someone," she felt as if someone had pointed a finger at her and called her a "playboy," and her face slowly flushed red.

Wutong, oblivious to his unusual behavior and still caught up in the awkwardness of the moment, deliberately changed the subject.

"This mung bean cake is delicious, would you like a piece?"

Wenxin shook her head, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Wutong breathed a sigh of relief, ate a few pieces of mung bean cake, and then went to sleep.

Not long after she closed her eyes, Wenxin quietly opened them. Looking at her increasingly fair and tender cheeks, and recalling the wonderful touch just now, her heart began to flutter uncontrollably.

He only kissed her cheek; he didn't know what it would feel like to kiss her lips.

After letting his mind wander for a while, Wenxin suddenly realized what he was doing and felt extremely annoyed.

No wonder his master refused to keep him; he truly still harbored worldly desires, far inferior to his master who was pure of heart and desires.

Shan was completely unaware of what was happening inside the carriage. He was excitedly driving, cracking the whip loudly. Four fine horses pulled the large carriage at such a speed that the scenery along the roadside was obscured, as if it were about to take flight, leaving Yelü Qing's carriage far behind.

A short while later, Bashar, riding alone on horseback, overtook him:

"Mr. Yelü asked me to ask, why are you running so fast?"

Shan Youyou said, "Fast? It's probably because the horse is full and has energy, so it's fast."

"Mr. Yelü told you to slow down, otherwise the people behind you won't be able to keep up."

The mountain shrugs its shoulders.

"Horses can't understand human speech, what can I do? They'll slow down naturally when they get tired."

Bashar felt she was trying to fool him, so he could only say, "Then try to go as slowly as possible."

He turned his horse around to leave, but the curtains of the carriage were suddenly pulled open, and Wutong peeked out with a grinning face, asking him, "Are you busy? If not, come on up and play dice with me."

Playing dice was a bad habit she picked up at Yuemen Pass. The army was always very boring, so the soldiers always carried a set of dice with them and would play a game whenever they had free time to earn some money for drinks.

Bashar had been serving Yelü Qing the whole way, and he was so timid and afraid to even breathe in front of Yelü Qing that when he heard Wutong say that, his hands started to itch, but he was not very willing to agree.

"But I have to go back and report..."

"Then you go first, I'll wait for you."

"it is good."

Bashar rushed back to Yelü Qing's carriage, reported the situation to him, and then quickly returned to Wutong.

Tie the horse to the carriage shaft and let it run along, then climb into the carriage yourself.

That kiss was really embarrassing. Wutong didn't even know how to talk to Wenxin. Fortunately, Bashar was willing to come up and ease the stiff atmosphere in the carriage.

Wutong took out a dice cup from under her seat and asked Wenxin, "Do you want to play?"

He shook his head.

Bashar: "I understand, I understand. Monks don't get involved in pornography, gambling, or drugs."

Wutong laughed and said, "He left the monastic life a long time ago, he's just a fake monk... Never mind, let's play."

She took out a money pouch from her hidden pocket, which contained some loose silver. Bashar also took out some silver from his own money pouch and placed it on the table as a wager.

Wutong usually has good luck with dice, but today, for some reason, he lost several rounds in a row, and Bashar quickly won all the loose silver coins.

Bashar smiled sheepishly: "Your Majesty, I am truly sorry."

Wutong waved his hand and took out some loose silver: "A bet is a bet, let's play again."

With a clang, Bashar shook the bag, then grinned and collected all the loose silver into his purse, jokingly saying:

"Your Majesty, it seems you're having a bad day."

Wutong was absolutely furious. She hadn't won a single game after playing so many. Had she run into bad luck today?

Wutong's gaze unconsciously shifted to Wenxin, and she guessed that he was the God of Misfortune.

Wenxin mistakenly thought she was asking for help, and rationally replied, "Gambling is bad."

Wutong rolled her eyes and was about to attack Bashar again when Wenxin said, "I'll help you win it back."

The other two looked at him in surprise, finding it hard to believe that he had said those words.

Wenxin sat calmly and composedly, letting them look at him, his expression very serene.

Bashar moved his lips and asked, "Um... do you know how to play dice?"

Ask yourself: "Compare to the bigger."

How do you determine the size?

Wenxin shook her head: "I don't know."

Bashar: "..."

Wutong was both speechless and amused, and patted Wenxin on the shoulder:

"I appreciate your willingness to stand up for me, but I'll do it myself."

"I'll help you," Wenxin said stubbornly.

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