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

Just then, the door creaked open, and Wenxin walked in. After glancing around, she said to her:

"Why didn't you say you were back? I've already had hot water prepared for you, go and take a bath."

Wutong shook her head: "There's no rush."

"Isn't this urgent?" Wenxin casually picked up a bronze mirror and handed it to her, saying, "Take a look at yourself."

Wutong blinked in confusion, then took the photo and saw that most of her face was covered in dried scabs, making her look like a bloodthirsty monster.

Her slightly surprised expression made Wenxin want to laugh, but looking at the person lying on the bed next to her, she couldn't laugh. She took back the mirror and said calmly, "Go take a shower. I'll have someone take care of things here, so don't worry."

Wutong nodded, stood up, and as she walked to the door, she remembered something and turned back to ask, "By the way, how is the mountain now?"

She left Taishu City with Shan. At that time, Shan was seriously injured, and she asked someone to send her back to Chuanzhou to find a doctor for treatment, while she stayed on the battlefield until today.

Wenxin returned a few days earlier than her and calmly said, "She's fine."

"That's good. I'll go see her later."

As Wutong spoke, she took one last look at Wenxin. He seemed to have grown taller, with broad shoulders and long legs. When they first met on the slave trader's boat, Wenxin still had a bit of baby fat on his face, but now he had grown into a man.

Everyone is changing, including herself.

She has lost count of how many years she has spent here, how many times she has been disappointed, and how many times she has been filled with hope.

After this battle, Wutong felt she had aged a lot. Not physically, but mentally.

I used to be full of confidence and worked hard, wanting to live the life I wanted.

Now all I want is to retire, find a quiet place to hide away, never again concern myself with this mundane world, and live a peaceful and tranquil life.

She went to the room Wenxin had prepared for her and took a long, refreshing bath. Behind the screen was a set of light blue dress, which she changed into after her bath. Her shoes were brand new silk cloth shoes with thick soles, which were quite comfortable to wear.

Wutong dried her wet hair with a dry cloth, but it was still damp. She couldn't help but miss her previous short hair.

The guards brought her dinner. After she finished eating, her hair, which was already half-dry, was casually tied into a bun before she went out.

The guards standing outside the door automatically followed behind her, holding lanterns to illuminate the path.

Wutong was unfamiliar with the roads in the manor, so she stood at a fork in the road and asked a guard, "Which way does this lead?"

The guard pointed to the left: "This road leads to the Southern Frontier King's bedroom."

Then he pointed to the right: "This way leads to the mountain girl's room."

Two roads led in completely different directions, and with fingers pinching their palms together, one headed to the right.

Shan lives in a secluded courtyard. She prefers peace and quiet, and after practicing the Ten Thousand Poisons Manual, she worries about accidentally harming others. So, apart from Wutong Wenxin, she rarely interacts with anyone else.

As Wutong walked into the courtyard, she saw a maidservant coming out. The room was dark, the lights were off.

The maid was recruited from Chuanzhou City and didn't recognize her. She looked puzzled when she saw her, but a guard reminded her, "Hurry up and call out to the King."

She then realized what had happened and quickly knelt down, saying, "Your Majesty, I was blind, please don't blame me."

Wutong went over and helped her up, asking, "How has Shan been these past few days?"

"The mountain girl's hand has been bandaged. The doctor said that as long as she takes good care of herself, there will be no major problems. However, she should not lift heavy objects in the future and needs to be more careful."

Wutong felt relieved, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open a crack. Looking inside, she saw that the maid had left a very dim oil lamp for Shan, covered with a copper shade. The light shone through the hole, barely illuminating Shan's peaceful sleeping face.

"Should I go in and announce their arrival?" the maid asked, sensing the situation perfectly.

Wutong thought for a moment and shook her head.

"No need, let her sleep. I'll come again tomorrow."

The maid nodded, and Wutong walked out of the courtyard.

The night was chilly, and not many people lived in the mansion. It soon became quiet after dark.

Wutong wandered aimlessly, looking at the flowers and the grass, always feeling like there was something she hadn't done, and couldn't muster any sleepiness.

The guard followed her for a while, dutifully reminding her, "Your Majesty, it's getting chilly at night, you should go back and rest early."

Just as Wutong was about to turn around, she suddenly saw the fork in the road she had come from and realized what she was about to do.

She turned around and said, "You all go back to sleep first. I'll go see the King of Southern Xinjiang, and then I'll go back to my room."

The guards, having received Wenxin's instructions, insisted on staying with her to ensure her safety and refused to leave.

Wutong had no choice but to take them with her, and they arrived at Duan Fufeng's door again.

She knocked on the door, and the guard on night watch came to open it. When he saw that it was her, he showed no surprise and simply asked, "Would Your Majesty like some tea?"

"No need, I'll just sit for a bit and then leave."

"Then we'll wait for you outside."

"Ah."

The guards left, leaving her in the room. She sat in a chair and quietly watched Duan Fufeng.

He changed his clothes; the guards must have just helped him bathe, as the ends of his hair hanging on his chest were still damp.

He was so quiet, so quiet it was as if he had never opened his eyes. Seeing that one of his shoulders was exposed, Wutong reached out to tuck the blanket around him. Suddenly, the image of the two of them sleeping together flashed through her mind, and she immediately let go of his hand, pulling it back as if she had been electrocuted.

Is he able to perceive the outside world now? Or is he just trapped in his own dream, unaware of anything?

Wutong really wanted to ask him if he regretted sending troops to save her.

Duan Yanxi has already fallen from power. With Duan Fufeng's strength, he could easily live a carefree life. Why is he lying here half-dead?

"I didn't lie to you... Will you be my queen?"

His last words before he fainted echoed clearly in her ears, striking her heart again and again.

Wutong couldn't help but reach out and gently grasp his left hand, pressing his cold fingertips against her forehead, and said with difficulty, "Wake up...please wake up?"

His questions haven't been answered yet, how can he just lie there like that?

The heart, numb from killing on the battlefield, began to beat again at this moment. Wutong looked at him with teary eyes, feeling that she had arrived a step too late.

She was always a step too late.

"Wake up, wake up."

Someone gently nudged her shoulder, and Wutong groggily opened her eyes, seeing Wenxin's handsome face.

"Why are you here?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

Wenxin was a little angry, and a shallow furrow appeared on the red mole between her eyebrows.

How could you sleep here for one night?

here?

Wutong sat up and looked around, only to realize with a start that she was in Duan Fufeng's room. Duan Fufeng was still lying unconscious in front of her, while she had been sleeping by the bed all night.

No wonder my neck and back hurt so much...

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