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

Wutong returned to her seat. The broken pieces of the wine glass had already been cleaned up by the maid. Li Deming told everyone to continue drinking.

Ever since Duan Fufeng heard Shan utter the words "wutong," his reaction has been somewhat off. He sat listlessly in his seat, motionless.

Li Deming frantically tried to signal to Wutong with his eyes, but she didn't understand. He shouted, "Quick! Pour wine for the Prince!"

Didn't I just tell him to drink less?

Wutong picked up the wine pot and poured wine into Duan Fufeng's cup, saying, "Your Highness, have another cup."

Duan Fufeng grabbed her hand, and with his other hand pulled off her veil, staring intently at her.

Wutong was startled and almost spilled the wine. She steadied the wine pot and asked, "Your Highness, is there something you need?"

Duan Fufeng remained silent, his face frighteningly gloomy. He removed his veil and gently stroked her cheek.

It had been half a month since the two met again, and the most intimate contact they had ever had was when Fufeng held her wrist while they slept.

Unable to discern his intentions, Wutong dared not make a move.

He touched her from the corner of his eyebrow to the corner of his lips, then frowned and pushed her away.

"You go down too."

"what?"

Duan Fufeng sat back down, picked up the wine glass that had just been filled, and drank it all in one gulp, revealing the clear outline of his Adam's apple as he tilted his head back.

Wutong stood there, holding the wine pot, stunned. Li Deming patted her shoulder and said from behind her, "You may leave now, at His Highness's behest."

Wutong pursed her lips, placed the wine pot on the table, silently picked up the veil from the ground, and bowed to Duan Fufeng.

Duan Fufeng didn't look at her and poured himself a drink.

She put on her veil and left the garden.

Pavilions and terraces, waterside pavilions and terraces.

The beautiful scenery of the Prince's Mansion was bathed in a layer of silvery moonlight, which looked clean and cool, yet felt warm and cozy.

Wutong wandered aimlessly along the cobblestone path, and even after walking a long way, she could still hear the noise from the garden.

The night air was a bit chilly. She rubbed her arms and saw a maid carrying fruits and vegetables walking towards her. The maid grabbed her and asked, "Where is Miss Shan now?"

The maid recognized her and replied, "She's at her residence. I heard she's crying and making a scene. You'd better not go."

"I went out for a while and forgot. Can you point it out to me?"

The maid put down the tray she was carrying and pointed to the northwest corner.

"Look, it's right there. Just walk along the road and go through a garden."

"Then where do I live?"

The maid asked in surprise, "Lord Amu, where have you been? How could you forget your own room?"

Wutong smiled and said, "The road is too far."

The maid was skeptical, but pointed to the southeast corner and said, "Your room is over there. Cross a bridge and you'll see a rockery that looks like a monkey. Behind the rockery is a courtyard gate; just go in."

Wutong thanked her, and the maid was flattered. She told her not to forget again, then picked up the tray and left.

Watching her figure disappear, Wutong breathed a sigh of relief. Looking in those two directions, she hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to rest first and look for the mountain another day.

Following the maid's instructions, she walked along the path and soon came to see a lake. After crossing the bridge over the lake, she saw a rockery not far from the bridge, and behind the rockery was indeed a courtyard with a plaque above the gate bearing the words "Man Ting Fang" (meaning "Full of Fragrance").

The gate was unlocked, and there were dogs barking inside. Wutong pushed the gate open and entered. Before she could even see what was in front of her, she heard a series of barks, and a furry body pounced on her, its paws grabbing her legs.

She looked down and saw a white pet dog with round, black eyes and fluffy, white fur.

Whose dog is this? Is it Amu's?

Wutong crouched down, intending to pet it, but it suddenly smelled her scent, and ran back several meters in terror, barking wildly at her through the tree trunk, as if telling her to come out.

Wutong knew that animals, though seemingly not very intelligent, could identify a person by their scent, unlike humans who were used to relying on their eyes and ears.

Everyone smells different, and Amu is no exception. Her appearance may fool people, but it can't fool the dog she keeps.

However, it's easy to win over a dog; just give it some food.

Wutong looked around, trying to find some food to feed it, but unfortunately there was nothing in the yard.

She simply left the dog aside for the time being, ignoring its barking, and went into the house herself.

This courtyard was much better than the one she and Yinling stayed in when they came to the Southern Xinjiang King's Mansion. Not only was the courtyard full of flowers and plants, but the furniture in the house was also a matching set. There was a painting of a beauty admiring the moon on the wall, and a gold vase with openwork and inlaid with pearl-colored seashells reflected a lustrous sheen when the moonlight poured in when she opened the door.

The house is fully equipped with a dining room, main hall, bedroom, and even a study. A pale pink curtain hangs over the bed, and the entire room exudes sophistication, clearly indicating that the person living here is a woman with a refined taste.

Wutong touched the thin, translucent gauze, then caught a glimpse of a dressing table out of the corner of her eye, and walked over to sit down.

There were no lights on in the room, only a dim moonlight.

She sat quietly in front of the dressing table and saw her fair face in the bronze mirror. Behind her was pitch black, giving her an ethereal, ghostly feeling.

Actually, she can hardly be considered a living person anymore.

He died in a car accident, but his soul transmigrated to another world and became a sycamore tree in this world, gaining more than ten years of extra lifespan.

I don't know how much longer I have left to live, whether I'll live to be a hundred or my life will be in grave danger.

In any case, she was determined to restore the world to normal before she died.

Wutong opened the drawer of the dressing table and saw a box of mung bean cakes inside. She took them out, smelled them, and found that they were not spoiled, so she took them out to feed the white dog.

"Come here, come here..."

Wutong squatted in the yard, holding a piece of mung bean cake in her hand, trying to entice the other party.

The white dog didn't seem to like sweets; not only did it not come over, it bared its teeth at her, ready to pounce and bite her.

She held the mung bean cake in her hand and said, "If you're not going to eat it, I will."

White dog: "Woof...woof!"

Wutong popped the mung bean cake into her mouth, thinking that dogs still preferred bones, and decided to go to the Prince's Palace kitchen to find it some meat.

Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw Li Deming standing outside, raising his hand as if to knock.

"Lord Li..." Wutong blinked, asking in confusion, "Is there something you need?"

"You're going out? Where are you going?"

"I'm still hungry, let's go to the kitchen and find something to eat."

Li Deming walked straight to the courtyard, pointed to the stone table and said, "I'll have someone bring you some food later. Sit here first, I have something to tell you."

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