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

Li Deming said, "Women, especially those who did that kind of thing before, naturally pretend to be like this in order to please you."

Duan Fufeng paused for a few seconds without speaking.

Li Deming said, “Your Highness, you should understand by now. Anyone can become like Wutong if they are willing to change. She is nothing special, it’s just that you are too infatuated… Infatuation is not a bad thing, but the Central Plains are eyeing the Southern Frontier covetously, ready to take over at any time. You must pull yourself together and never become obsessed.”

Halfway through his speech, Duan Fufeng's expression turned grim. But Li Deming insisted on finishing what he had to say, thinking that even if he was punished for it, he would have fulfilled his wish.

After hearing this, Duan Fufeng did not get angry. Instead, the anger in his eyes gradually faded, eventually turning into a sigh.

“You’re right, the southern border is the most important. I shouldn’t be distracted by women anymore… Li Deming.”

"My subordinate is here."

"I'm giving you a task now: get Amu away."

Duan Fufeng threw down the brush in his hand and said coldly.

Sending Amu away... is he really willing to let her go?

Li Deming was a little suspicious. He stared at him intently and found that his attitude was firm, and it was clear that he had made the decision after careful consideration.

"Your Highness, when do you plan to let her go? And where will you send her?"

Duan Fufeng rubbed his temples wearily and said in a low voice, "In the next couple of days, I'll ask her opinion. Staying in the Southern Frontier or going to the Central Plains is fine with her, it's up to her."

Li Deming agreed, chatted with him about business for a while, and then took his leave.

When Duan Fufeng returned to his palace, as soon as the guards opened the door, he saw Wutong sitting by the bed by the candlelight.

Wutong stood up, pointed to the sky, and said, "I saw it was already very late, and the guards hadn't arrived yet, so I came over by myself... Shall we go to sleep now?"

Wutong had gotten used to sleeping with him at night. Although she would wake up with a sore back and didn't get enough sleep, she could just catch up on a nap during the day.

Today, Duan Fufeng was acting out of character. He walked in expressionlessly, letting the guards help him take off his outer garment, and said indifferently, "Go back now."

Wutong thought she had misheard and asked in astonishment, "Go back?"

"Ah."

"But aren't you going to sleep later..."

"I can handle it myself."

How to solve it?

Last time I tried to get rid of her, but I ended up waking her up in the middle of the night.

Wutong said, "If you can't sleep later, will I have to make another trip? I'm already here at midnight, and if I keep running around, I might as well not sleep at all tonight."

Duan Fufeng wasn't sure if he could fall asleep without her, but getting her away was imperative; he had to break this habit as soon as possible.

He looked around the room and pointed to the floor in front of the bed, saying, "Bring her a quilt."

The guards went to fetch the bedding after receiving the order. After they laid it out on the open ground, Duan Fufeng gave Wutong an instruction. Only then did she realize that he wanted her to sleep on the floor.

He wouldn't even let her wash the dishes before, but now he's making her sleep on the floor...

However, the thought that her current identity was not Wutong but Amu filled her with joy, and she was willing to sleep on the floor.

The guards arranged the pillows and left, closing the door behind them.

Duan Fufeng lay down in bed, and Wutong walked to the candle.

"I turned off the lights."

"Ah."

She blew out the candle, plunging the room into complete darkness.

She groped her way into the dark and crawled under the covers. Looking at the ceiling, she heard a pounding heartbeat, unsure if it was her own or his.

The two were used to one sitting and the other lying down, but today they were both lying down. Even though they weren't on the same bed, they still felt awkward.

There was no sound in the room, but Wutong knew he wasn't asleep yet.

Want to chat?

She cleared her throat quietly.

"Good night?"

After a long time, a soft "hmm" came from the darkness. She heard him turn over, as if he didn't want to talk anymore.

With a soft sigh, Wutong decided to ignore the surroundings and seize the last bit of time before dawn to sleep.

She had finally drifted off to sleep when she was awakened by a sound. Opening her eyes, she heard Duan Fufeng saying on the bed, "Wutong... don't let go..."

She had just woken up and was still a little groggy. In her daze, she thought she was still in modern times. When she heard him calling her name, she threw back the covers and went over to him.

"what happened?"

Duan Fufeng did not answer, his eyes were tightly closed into two thick black lines, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his expression was painful and sorrowful.

"Don't let go, I don't want to leave... I won't leave..."

Looking at the scene under the moonlight, Wutong shuddered and realized he was having a nightmare and talking in his sleep.

Why was he calling her name even in his dream?

Don't let go, I don't want to leave, what does that mean?

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him. Seeing that his forehead was covered in sweat, she gently wiped it clean with her sleeve.

Duan Fufeng kept repeating those words, and for some reason, Wutong remembered the sad look on his face when she offered to send him back.

Could it be... that was what he really wanted to say back then?

He didn't want to leave, didn't want to be pushed away by her, and even after so much time had passed, this pain still haunted his dreams.

A sudden, dull ache shot through her heart. Wutong gently took his hand and whispered, "I won't let go. I'll stay right here beside you."

It's unclear whether Duan Fufeng could hear her voice in his dream, but after Wutong finished speaking, he truly fell silent.

He stopped speaking and stopped sweating, but just held her hand tightly, refusing to let go.

Wutong's sitting posture was not comfortable, and her legs began to go numb after a while. She wanted to move her hand to change her position, but Duan Fufeng immediately became excited, forcing her to return to her original position and gently pat his shoulder.

What should I do? Should I just sit with him until dawn?

Wutong yawned, looked at the silvery moon outside the window, and remembered that today seemed to be the fifteenth.

Another half month has passed... It feels like I made the decision to return to the Western Dynasty just yesterday, but so many days have already gone by in the blink of an eye.

She leaned against the headboard, one hand held by Duan Fufeng, the other rhythmically patting his shoulder, and couldn't help but hum a song.

"Moonlight, scholar."

Riding a white horse, crossing a lotus pond,

Lotus Pond Back, where chives are grown.

Chive blossoms, used to symbolize marriage alliances.

There's a large pond in front of my in-laws' house.

The carp released was eight feet long…

As the gentle singing sang, Duan Fufeng fell into a deep sleep, and Wutong also felt sleepy and fell asleep against the headboard. The room was quiet.

Several hours later, the moon set and the sun took its place.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the two of them and startling Duan Fufeng into opening his eyes.

The tips of his eyelashes were tinged golden by the sunlight, and the glaring light shone into his pupils, causing him to instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't pull his hand away; someone else grabbed it.

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