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

Nanxing had no choice but to accept the name and said to her, "I have things to do, so let it stay with you, um..."

His hesitant, stammering manner puzzled Wutong, who asked, "What's wrong?"

“Our business is our business. The cat is innocent. Don’t mistreat it.”

Wutong: "...Am I that kind of person?"

Nanxing shrugged and ran off in a flash, leaving Wutong standing under the locust tree with the bastard in her arms.

"Meow..."

At his adorable age, he was restless and his big eyes darted around, finally settling on the golden hairpin on Wutong's head, and he reached out his paw to grab it.

Wutong dodged for a while, but seeing that it was still stubborn, it simply put it on the ground, pointed at it, and said, "If you don't listen, don't even think about coming in."

The bastard looked up at the sycamore tree with its pretty face, bewildered, not knowing what it had done wrong.

Wutong hardened her heart and turned to leave.

It followed her with a wiggling cat gait, never leaving her side.

Wutong quickened its pace, and the dog couldn't keep up, meowing incessantly behind, a sound that sent shivers down one's spine.

She resisted the urge to turn back, ran into the palace, and had the maid close the door.

The bastard followed them outside and started scratching at the door with his two claws, making a piercing sound.

The sycamore tree stood guard by the door, without making a sound.

The scratching at the door continued for a few minutes before finally stopping. She waited a while before cautiously opening the door a crack, only to be met with a pair of eyes of different colors, which startled her.

"You bastard, you're just like that big bastard!" She wanted to say Nanxing, but suddenly realized that calling him "master" was inappropriate, and calling him "father" was even more inappropriate, so she changed her words to "just like that big bastard!"

"Meow..."

The bastard couldn't understand her words; he only knew he was about to be abandoned, and let out a weak cry.

Wutong's heart melted at the sound of it, and she couldn't help but pick it up and stroke its soft, smooth head.

The bastard's tongue licked her fingers; the touch was rough and itchy.

How could anyone bear to throw away something so beautiful?

Wutong sighed helplessly and carried it into the hall.

The bastard was very interested in her room. He walked around the room with his tail held high, and finally stopped at Wutong's feet, rubbing against her leg.

She was afraid she would become addicted to petting the cat, so she pushed it away a little. Unexpectedly, it became very clingy, snuggling softly against her lap, practically becoming attached to her.

Cats are just like their owners, they're all the same.

Wutong decided to ignore it and go about its own business. The bastard stayed in the side hall for a week, during which time Nanxing would occasionally come to check on it under the pretense of looking after the cat, but his gaze always lingered on Wutong.

One day at noon, just as Wutong was about to eat, a palace maid suddenly ran over in a panic, saying, "Something terrible has happened..."

She put down the chopsticks she had just picked up. "What happened?"

"That bastard...it's gone."

Wutong frowned, stood up, and walked towards the bastard's food bowl, asking, "What happened?"

"I played with it all morning. Now that it's lunchtime, the others and I went to the imperial kitchen to get the food. After we set it out, we were going to feed the turtle, but then we couldn't find it anymore."

Wutong walked to the rice bowl and, sure enough, didn't see the snow-white figure. She asked in a deep voice, "Have you searched carefully? It's not in the palace?"

"Of course, we've searched the bushes thoroughly, but there's nothing there."

Wutong asked her to summon all the palace maids and guards in the side hall and instructed them: "The cat may be hungry and ran away by its own scent. Search around, especially the back garden, and search very carefully."

The palace maids, having received their orders, immediately ran out to find the cat, while the guards hesitated.

"His Majesty instructed us to protect you at all times, you see..."

Wutong said, "I'm not going to run away right now. If I'm going to leave, I won't leave today. What are you all worried about?"

The guards still refused to leave, so Wutong had no choice but to say, "I'll go with you to look for it, and you can watch over me. Is that alright?"

After she finished speaking, she brushed past the guard's shoulder and walked out. The others looked at each other in bewilderment and followed.

The back garden was large, and at first everyone stayed together to search. Seeing that the search was inefficient, Wutong told them to disperse.

But as she walked, she became separated from them. She was secretly delighted when she realized this, thinking she had found a chance to escape, but all she saw was unfamiliar scenery. Corridors stretched out one after another, and courtyards followed one after another, making her dizzy and disoriented.

Wutong used a method she had learned during her time in the army: looking up at the sun. However, the sun was blocked by clouds, making it impossible to determine its location.

She groped her way forward, weaving through these courtyards. After some time, she heard a familiar meow. Forgetting all about running away, she followed the sound, only to find a courtyard wall blocking her path.

"Meow……"

The bastard barked again, confirming that it was inside. She tried to find the gate to go in, but it was locked with a large brass lock that couldn't be opened without the key.

Cats are agile and have good jumping ability, so could it have climbed over the wall to get in?

Wutong took a few steps back, estimated the height of the wall, and felt that she could manage it too. She tucked her skirt into her waist, rolled up her sleeves, took a few running steps, and with a powerful leap, grabbed the top of the wall.

Her legs, now only covered by a layer of white underwear, were chafed painfully by the rough courtyard wall. Wutong rubbed her knees, stood up, and leaped down, finally entering the courtyard.

The courtyard was a completely unfamiliar landscape, with trees standing tall and lush. Some grass grew under the trees, obscuring the view.

Afraid of scaring the cat away, Wutong walked forward quietly and saw a white cat's tail swaying gently through the gaps in the grass.

It's right there!

She held her breath, about to pounce and grab the bastard, when she suddenly saw a hand reach out, fingers pinching half a bun, feeding it to the bastard.

The bastard was obviously hungry; he snatched it and wolfed it down.

The man withdrew his hand and murmured, "Amitabha."

Amitabha……

Wutong had met more than one monk in her life, but the only one who could touch her heartstrings with just those four words was Wenxin.

The voice sounds so familiar... Could it be the person feeding the cat...?

She became inexplicably nervous, her palms sweated, she gripped the tree trunk, and gently peeked her head out.

At the same time, the other person also heard her slightly rapid breathing, looked over warily, and the two made eye contact.

"Ask, ask your heart..."

Wutong stammered, a rare occurrence for him, his eyes wide with disbelief at what he was seeing.

Wenxin, dressed in a white monk's robe, was half-squatting on the steps, holding the other half of a bun in his hand, looking at her with a shocked expression.

"Wutong, you're back?" he asked, then changed the subject before the answer could come, "What are you doing here?"

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