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

"Here?" Ruolan glanced at the stream a few times, thinking he must have eaten too much.

He shows no mercy to others, and he shows no mercy to himself either. He went for a walk with such a serious injury, walked halfway up the mountain, and now he wants to bathe in the stream… Isn't he afraid of getting an infection and dying?

Yes, we can let him die of illness!

Ruolan realized this was an opportunity, and suppressing her excitement, she helped him take off his clothes.

Body shape is related to genetics; some people are born unattractive, while others are naturally good-looking.

Take Duan Fufeng, for example. After running for his life for so long, he had no good food or clothing and was seriously injured. If you ignore the hideous wound on his chest, his body is still incredibly sexy.

He had long arms and legs, with muscles that symmetrically covered his bones and clearly defined muscle structure. Due to long-term sun exposure, his skin was no longer as fair as it had been in the palace, but had turned into a light wheat color. Paired with his broad shoulders and narrow waist, he made Ruolan stare in a daze for a few seconds.

Duan Yanxi walked barefoot into the stream, bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and poured it over his shoulder. When the water soaked into his wound, he visibly winced in pain, but after the initial sharp pain subsided, the wound became numb. He then splashed the water over himself a few more times, the water droplets reflecting beautiful halos in the sunlight as they slid down his body.

Ruolan stood on the shore, holding his clothes in her arms, and couldn't help but swallow.

Duan Yanxi suddenly turned around and said, "You come down too."

"Me? I won't wash..." Ruolan shook her head without even thinking.

This isn't a palace; she has no intention of bathing in the stream in broad daylight.

Duan Yanxi walked over on his own and pulled her into the stream. She lost her balance and was pulled over by him. The stream water instantly covered her waist, and it was incredibly cold.

Ruolan hugged her arms and shivered. It took her a while to recover before she started to walk ashore.

Duan Yanxi stretched out his long arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Feeling something poking her from behind, Ruolan suddenly understood why he wanted to take a bath, and was conflicted about whether or not to accompany him.

Duan Yanxi hooked her chin and kissed her deeply.

With two soft moans, Ruolan surrendered her gun and weakly pushed him away, saying, "No, someone will see us here..."

"That way it won't happen." Duan Yanxi lifted her buttocks and raised her up, letting her hang on his body.

Ruolan happened to see his wound and said speechlessly, "Are you a bull? Even a bull isn't as strong as you."

"Heh heh, I am the supreme ruler, how could such a beast compare?"

Duan Yanxi smiled slightly and kissed him again.

This time, Ruolan was on guard and wasn't easily swayed. Looking at his face as she kissed him, she saw a face that was crazed, cruel, yet handsome.

Such a man is not suited to being high and mighty; he is only suited to being beaten down in the mud like a dog, watching him struggle in pain, unable to get what he wants.

She didn't know what the future held, but if she had the chance, she really wanted to cripple Duan Yanxi and keep him in a cage as her personal possession.

The two washed in the stream for more than half an hour, until Duan Yanxi's wound tore open again and started bleeding, forcing him to put on his clothes and return to the camp.

The atmosphere became awkward on the way back, and neither of them said a word.

Ruolan would rub her arm from time to time, the lingering sensation of Duan Yanxi's tight grip still on her skin.

Upon entering the camp, a figure caught Ruolan's attention. While Duan Yanxi was bandaging his wounds, she pulled the person aside and whispered, "How is it? Did you find out anything?"

The eunuch nodded: "I've found out everything. After we left, the Southern Frontier and the borderlands started fighting, right outside that city of Taishu in Western Qi. Eastern Qi not only didn't help the borderlands, but instead joined in the fight. It hasn't stopped yet, and it's in complete chaos."

Ruolan asked incredulously, "Eastern Qi and Southern Xinjiang are fighting together beyond the Great Wall? Why?"

"I don't know, how much can ordinary people know..."

Ruolan thought for a moment with a serious face, then said to the eunuch, "Next time you go down the mountain, continue to inquire for me, the more detailed the better."

The eunuch replied, "No problem."

Fearing discovery, Ruolan quickly parted ways with him. Lost in thought, she entered the temple, receiving the imperial robes, her mind drifting to the distant city of Taishu.

How could Wutong be fighting with the northern frontier? Didn't they attack the Central Plains together before?

How did Southern Xinjiang suddenly appear out of nowhere? Could it be that Duan Fufeng and Wutong have reconciled and decided to join forces to conquer the world?

But given Wutong's personality, there's no way she'd forgive Duan Fufeng, unless Duan Fufeng is practically dead...

After guessing for a long time, she still couldn't get a reliable answer. At this time, Duan Yanxi's wound had been bandaged, and he was sitting on the mat with his legs stretched out, looking at her with deep eyes.

Ruolan recalled what had just happened in the stream, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

The group stayed in the dilapidated temple for nearly a month. Although they had no worries about food and clothing and could buy them when they went down the mountain, the environment was harsh and Duan Yanxi's injuries were recovering slowly, so staying there indefinitely was not a good idea.

When Duan Yanxi was able to stand up and walk on his own, he instructed everyone to prepare dry rations immediately, and the next day they set off to continue their journey to Budongfeng.

The eunuchs always followed his lead, and after receiving the order, they did not raise any objections and began to prepare the food and supplies needed for the journey.

Duan Yanxi even took out a silver ingot and gave it to them, telling them to go down the mountain to buy some good meat and wine, and have a hearty meal before continuing their journey.

During this period, whatever good things were given to Duan Yanxi, while the eunuchs ate nothing but steamed buns and noodles for three meals a day, and hadn't had any meat for a long time. Hearing this, everyone rubbed their hands together and scrambled to go down the mountain to buy wine and meat.

The last three eunuchs went down the mountain to buy things, while the others stayed behind to pack things up.

Duan Yanxi sat on the threshold, leaning on a smooth, thick wooden stick, a cane that the eunuchs had bought for him.

Ruolan held the emperor in her arms in the dilapidated temple, watching Duan Yanxi's back. She felt something was off, but she couldn't bring herself to come up.

The dilapidated temple smells very musty, especially after a heavy rain a couple of days ago. It's leaking like a showerhead, and everything is damp, which is very uncomfortable.

The Emperor seems to have developed a fever; he has been sleeping ever since he woke up this morning.

Ruolan touched his flushed cheeks and sensed that his temperature was a bit unusual, so she went out and asked, "Can I go down the mountain?"

Duan Yanxi turned his head to the side, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see through everything.

What are you doing coming down the mountain?

“The child is sick, his face is burning red, I need to take him to see a doctor.”

"Really? Let me touch it."

Duan Yanxi reached out to test the temperature of the Emperor's forehead. Ruolan initially didn't want him to touch the Emperor, but his hand was so persistent that she had no choice but to awkwardly extend the Emperor forward and let him touch it.