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

People only know that the palace is magnificent and luxurious, even the latrines are more luxurious than the outside world, but they don't know that the dungeons here are also much more secure than those outside.

Iron plates were embedded in all four walls, sealing off all entrances so tightly that even rats couldn't get in.

Wutong sat on the muddy ground, bent one leg, and placed her injured hand on it.

Although the wound has been treated, I have lost too much blood, and the flesh and bones from my fingertips to my wrist are numb, and I only feel a cold sensation.

My body was unusually hot, I don't know if it was because I was too excited by too many things that had happened, or a chain reaction from blood loss.

Wutong wasn't interested in paying attention and looked up at the ceiling.

The dungeon was underground, so she couldn't get out, and she couldn't even enjoy the night sky.

The guards came again not long after, bringing her a meal. It was much simpler than her usual meals, but still more substantial than those of the common people outside, with fish and meat.

It is said that Nanxing found out she hadn't eaten dinner yet and urged someone to make it right away.

The food was laid out right beside them, and its enticing aroma filled the air.

Wutong slept all day and walked so much in the evening that she was starving, but she didn't want to move at all.

She felt the air here was stuffy, like sitting next to a stove. Before long, she began to sweat, beads of sweat trickling down her temples, and her cheeks had turned bright red.

The guards, under Nanxing's orders, came in every half hour to check on her, fearing that she might harm herself in despair.

Seeing her like this, the younger one asked in surprise, "What happened?"

Another person observed for a while and said, "It's probably due to excessive blood loss and weakness. Plus, the night wind caused her to develop a fever."

"Should we summon the imperial physician? Or should we inform the Emperor?"

The man shook his head.

"Have you forgotten what the Emperor said? He'll lock her up for a few days until she submits, then he'll come to see her."

After discussing it, the two decided it was best not to get involved. After all, no one would die from the fire in one night, so they decided to wait until dawn.

The guard left the dungeon, making sure to lock the cell door before he left.

Wutong huddled alone in the corner, feeling alternating chills and fever, her thin undergarments soaked with sweat.

As her body temperature rose, her consciousness gradually blurred. She saw blackouts and stars in her vision, and many people and things that shouldn't be in the dungeon appeared before her.

"Mountain..." She reached out her hand into the void, wanting to ask if she was injured.

But the hallucination quickly disappeared, and she unconsciously closed her eyes, plunging into complete darkness.

"Wutong, I'm here."

She didn't know how much time had passed when she vaguely heard someone calling her name, and the voice sounded very familiar, like Duan Fufeng.

However, Duan Fufeng should be in the Southern Frontier at this moment, with Amu by his side. How could he possibly be here?

It seems it was just her hallucination again...

Wutong didn't open her eyes, but she heard footsteps coming in, followed by the door opening and walking. A familiar large hand grasped her injured wrist.

"You are hurt?"

The other person's tone was quite distressed. Wutong opened her eyes and saw Duan Fufeng dressed in black night clothes, his mask off, half-squatting in front of her.

The hallucination was so real; you could see every single hair on his head and the deep worry in his eyes.

But in the real world, he would never look at her like that again.

When Wutong realized that the two of them were no longer related, her eyes, which were already red from the fever, became even redder. She opened her arms and hugged him, leaning against his chest.

"You're not allowed to leave tonight."

I stayed with her until dawn, even if it was just in her dreams.

"What did you say?" Duan Fufeng was slightly surprised by her enthusiasm, but he quickly noticed that her body was burning hot, which was not the temperature a normal person should have. He said worriedly, "You have a fever."

Wutong couldn't hear a word he was saying; she only knew that as long as she held him, she could get through the night, no matter how difficult it was.

Duan Fufeng grabbed her arm and tried to carry her on his back.

“Let’s go outside, I’ll take you to see a doctor.”

"I won't go out, and you don't leave either! Don't move..."

Wutong gripped his sleeve tightly, as if afraid he would disappear in the blink of an eye, and refused to let go.

What a beautiful dream it was! She would rather die in the dream than wake up.

He will disappear as soon as you wake up.

Duan Fufeng frowned as he looked at her. Her face was flushed with fever, but her lips were dry and pale. She nestled obediently in his arms, her body burning hot.

Why won't they leave?

Wutong's eyes were filled with infatuation; she could see nothing but Duan Fufeng in front of her.

Her voice was hoarse as she murmured, "I know you won't come. I know this is just a dream. When I wake up, I'll still be locked in the dungeon with nothing... But even so, I still want to ask you, why did you choose Amu? Why didn't you even try to stop me?"

Ever since Li Deming appeared outside the courtyard gate that day and told her about Duan Fufeng's choice, she hadn't uttered a single complaint. She even comforted him when he was indignant on behalf of the people.

But was she really not sad at all?

I'm just trying hard not to think about it.

Since Duan Fufeng has made his choice and she owes him something, she shouldn't keep pestering him and making things difficult for him.

Only when I dream of him do I have the courage to ask, even if I don't get an answer.

To her surprise, the dream was much more real than usual. Duan Fufeng no longer looked at her indifferently; instead, he put one arm around her and affectionately pinched her nose with the other.

"Fool, haven't you read that letter yet?"

"Believe...believe..."

Wutong anxiously muttered the word, groping all over her body, but couldn't find it. Finally, she remembered that she had carelessly burned it, and cried sadly.

"The letter is gone... the letter has been gone for a long time, sob sob..."

Duan Fufeng didn't know what was going on, but seeing her crying so sadly, his heart ached as well.

Li Deming urged them from outside, saying they had been inside for too long.

Duan Fufeng knew time was running out. Looking at the wutong tree in his arms, he whispered an instruction to it:

"Go find the mountain, and after you rescue him, meet up directly at Furong Street."

Li Deming was startled and asked in a low voice:

"What about you?"

Duan Fufeng lowered his eyes to look at Wutong, who was half-conscious and half-awake in his arms, and gently hugged her tighter.

"I want to stay with her a little longer."

Li Deming was extremely worried and wished he could just grab him and leave. But his attitude was so firm that it was clear no one could change it.

Over the years, Li Deming has always obeyed Duan Fufeng completely, to the point that it has become a conditioned reflex.

This time was no different. He took the gun off his back, placed it next to Duan Fufeng, and quickly retreated.

The dungeon guards had already been dealt with, and now only the two of them remained, along with a dim torch on the wall.

Wutong held his hand and murmured his name.

Duan Fufeng lowered his head, gently kissed her cheek, and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

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