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

He looked over suspiciously and found "Amu" sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his hand with one hand, fast asleep, his clothes wrinkled.

Looking at the bedding on the floor, it was neatly arranged, as if no one had ever slept there.

Could it be that they slept like that all night...?

Duan Fufeng, realizing his decision, immediately pulled his hand away, quietly got out of bed, put on his coat, and hurriedly walked out the door.

As he lifted his foot to step over the threshold, he couldn't help but look back.

"Amu" leaned against the headboard without moving, her hands unconsciously resting on the blanket. One of them was slightly clenched, as if she was still clutching something.

The light fell on her face, making her skin appear fair and translucent, like a semi-transparent porcelain doll, beautiful yet fragile, as if a little too much force could shatter her.

The room was so quiet that fine golden dust danced in the beam of light. Duan Fufeng could even hear the birds chirping outside the courtyard, their calls clear and melodious.

If the person lying there wasn't "Amu," but Wutong, how wonderful that would be.

We can't keep deceiving ourselves like this. Amu can't become Wutong, and Wutong can't come back.

He had to end this absurdity himself.

Duan Fufeng sighed silently, looked away, and walked out of the room without looking back.

Wutong woke up again with a sore back and aching waist, only to find the bed empty again. Her neck was so sore that she didn't want to move, so she leaned against the headboard, recalling Duan Fufeng's sleep-talking from the previous night.

It turns out he didn't want to leave in the first place... I wonder how painful it was for him when he lay down in the vampire.

Thinking this, her chest began to feel tight and painful. She rubbed it for a while but it didn't get better, so she simply got out of bed, patted her clothes, and went outside.

The sun is shining brightly today, the weather is clear, and the temperature is high enough that it feels warm and cozy as soon as you step outside.

Wutong squatted on the bridge for a while watching the goldfish, then basked in the sun in the garden for a while before returning to the yard, completely satisfied.

"Wang Wang!"

The white dog, having not seen her all night, rushed over enthusiastically, hugged her legs, and wagged its tail frantically.

She stroked its soft head and smiled, "Play by yourself for a while, and I'll get you some food after I wash my face."

After she finished speaking, she went to the well to draw water to wash her face. The white dog was reluctant to leave and followed her, circling around her amusingly. Before long, it was panting heavily from exhaustion.

After washing up, Wutong went to the Prince's kitchen to get breakfast. On the way, she met Duan Fufeng's personal guard, who was dressed in plain clothes and walking out. She casually asked, "Is Your Highness going out again?"

"Isn't it?"

"Where are we going this time?" Could it be Phoenix City again? But we've never heard them mention it.

The guard looked troubled. "Lord Li has instructed that this trip be kept secret, so I cannot say."

Wutong didn't press the matter, and asked, "When will you be back?"

"Well... it will take at least three to five days, but it's hard to say if it takes longer."

Three to five days? Or the slowest? That would mean going on a long trip.

Wutong remembered that it only took her half a month to return from Phoenix City by taking a long detour. Where was Duan Fufeng going this time?

She held the tray, looked around to make sure no one was watching, then took out some money and gave it to the guard.

"Just tell me. I am loyal to the prince and I will never tell anyone else."

The guard shook his head and firmly pushed her hand away.

"Butler Amu, please don't make things difficult for me. Lord Li said it can't be said, and that means it can't be said."

Helpless, Wutong had no choice but to take the money back and ask him, "Where is the prince now?"

The guard said, "The prince has already left."

"what?"

"They set off as soon as they got up this morning. I came back to pick up some things, which is why I lagged behind. I've probably already driven dozens of miles by now."

Duan Fufeng left without even saying goodbye. What am I supposed to do?

Amu is nominally a butler, but in reality he has no identity whatsoever and is just a completely idle person.

The guard was in a hurry to catch up with the main group, so Wutong let him go and took the breakfast back to the courtyard.

The white dog smelled the aroma of the food on the table and jumped around. Wutong tossed it a meat bun, but it listlessly stirred the porridge in its bowl, its mind preoccupied with Duan Fufeng's long journey.

Where they go isn't important; the Southern Frontier and the Central Plains shouldn't be at war right now. But since he didn't even mention it to her, it's clear he doesn't want to take her with him all the time.

Didn't he need Amu to be by his side even when he slept? How did he suddenly change like that...?

Wutong couldn't understand it; she always felt like she had missed something.

After breakfast, she was indeed bored and had nothing to do. The white dog wagged its tail, wanting to go out and play, so she put a leash on it and led it around the palace.

The most powerful person in the Prince's Mansion was Duan Fufeng, followed by Li Deming. Apart from these two, everyone else managed their own affairs and usually kept to themselves, exchanging greetings when they met, maintaining a fairly harmonious relationship.

Wutong's life now is completely stress-free. Food and drink are provided free of charge by the Prince's Mansion. If she didn't have those messy things on her mind, she would practically be living a life of retirement ahead of time.

The white dog ran around merrily in the palace, chasing birds and teasing fish. The parasol tree, like an old lady, followed slowly behind it.

She glanced up a few times and found the abandoned building in front of her quite familiar. After thinking about it carefully, she remembered that this was Yinling's former residence, and she had lived here for a while.

She suddenly realized that Silver Bell had been dead for many years, and she hadn't even thought about her much during that time.

The same must be true for others. The courtyard has probably been neglected ever since she went to Pingzhou with Duan Fufeng, and it has remained standing alone ever since. The outer walls are covered with moss and ivy, and looking through the windows, the furniture inside is covered with a thick layer of dust, some of which has already begun to rot.

Why does time fly by so fast?

Wutong held the dog by the leash with one hand and touched the white paper pasted on the window with the other.

Yinling was a meticulous person; she used the highest grade Chengxintang paper to paper the windows, which was said to be as thin as an egg membrane, as firm and clean as jade, and smooth and lustrous. It could block dust and cold wind from blowing into the room, while allowing light to shine in fully, making the whole room seem as if it were bathed in a soft glow, and making people look better when they walked in.

But even the best paper can't withstand wind and rain.

The blank sheet of paper looked exactly as it was, but the moment a finger touched it, it crumbled into countless dust particles, which were carried into the air by the wind and never found again.

Wutong wanted to go in and see what was going on inside, but after hesitating for a long time, she gave up.

Let the sealed memories remain sealed; the human brain has limited capacity. She hoped to forget as many unpleasant things as possible and only remember the happy ones.

"Stop playing around, let's go."

Wutong tugged at the white dog, leaving the forgotten building, wanting to go back to the courtyard.