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

As if hearing those words clearly, Wutong calmed down and her breathing became clear and regular.

Duan Fufeng held her without moving, resting his head on hers, letting time pass quietly.

He knew it was dangerous here; once someone discovered them and reported it to Nanxing, the army would arrive and they would have no chance of escape.

Even so, he wanted to spend more time with her.

The firelight of Haoshan illuminated half the sky, and a phoenix soared into the sky, its tail feathers dyed crimson by the light.

After an unknown amount of time, the noisy laughter woke up the sycamore tree.

A blinding ray of light pierced her eyes. She squinted, raised her hand to press her throbbing head, her ears were ringing, and her body was burning hot, as if she were in boiling water.

Someone held her hand tightly, as if trying to pull her out of danger. The slight coolness from their fingertips made her reluctant to let go.

But it's so noisy around here, what are they laughing at?

Wutong strained to open her heavy eyelids and saw the pale pink bed curtains and the delicate ornaments hanging on them.

She glanced sideways and saw the embroidered silk quilt covering her, the carved bronze dressing mirror, and the hand wearing a black glove, tightly clenching her own.

Such hands are unique in the world.

"Sister Wutong, you're finally awake!"

A joyful cry rang in my ears, and then he pounced on me.

Wutong felt very uncomfortable; the pressure from her made her chest feel tight, and she could hardly breathe.

But he wasn't angry at all, letting her hug him tightly, a weak smile appearing on his lips.

"Great, we meet."

They didn't die.

After her initial joy, Shan couldn't hold back her tears and pushed her away, complaining:

"You're still laughing? Do you know we almost never saw each other again?"

Wutong couldn't catch her breath and coughed twice.

Shan was startled, tears still on her face, and before she could wipe them away, she quickly poured her some water and patted her back.

After Wutong recovered, she listened to the familiar noise outside the window and felt puzzled.

"How did we end up on Furong Street again?"

Such a noisy and bustling sound can only be heard on Furong Street.

Shan was slightly surprised.

Have you forgotten where you came from?

"I seem to remember being locked in a dungeon and having a fever, but I don't know anything after that."

"Impossible, think about it again."

Thinking again... Wutong pressed her forehead, and the image of Duan Fufeng dressed in night clothes flashed through her mind. She wanted to say something, but then she changed her mind and decided against it.

It's just an illusion; what's the point of saying it out loud?

So she shook her head.

"I really can't remember how we got here."

“I was brought out by Lord Li, but you…” Shan glanced back and made way for the person sitting behind him, “you were saved by the Prince.”

When Wutong heard the name Lord Li, her heart skipped a beat. When she saw Duan Fufeng dressed in plain clothes, sitting upright in a chair not far away, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

The other person's tall and imposing figure, handsome face, and the indescribable expression on his face—whether it was tension or worry—were all so vivid.

She wasn't dreaming.

Li Deming was also in the room. He gave Shan a wink, and Shan reluctantly said goodbye to Wutong before leaving with him, leaving the two of them alone.

Wutong sat on the bed, and Duan Fufeng sat in the chair. They looked at each other, but neither of them moved or spoke.

The tranquility here contrasts sharply with the noise outside, as if they were two different worlds.

Finally, Duan Fufeng pursed his thin lips, breaking the silence.

Are you still running a fever?

Wutong pinched her burning palm and whispered, "Much better."

Duan Fufeng didn't believe her, so he got up, walked over, stopped in front of the bed, and reached out to touch her forehead.

Wutong instinctively tried to back away, but because she longed for his touch, he eventually touched her anyway.

Duan Fufeng's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he said in a low voice, "I'll have the doctor prescribe two more doses of medicine for you."

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave, but Wutong reached out and grabbed him.

Aren't you going to explain?

He inexplicably saved her, inexplicably brought her to Furong Street, and now he is showing her such great care, making her wonder if she is still in a dream.

Duan Fufeng turned to look at her, his eyelids slightly lowered, his thick eyelashes casting two beautiful shadows on his fair skin.

"If I don't explain, you won't accept it?"

Wutong remained silent, her expression neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Duan Fufeng felt the warmth in her palm; their pulses seemed to beat in unison, like twin lotus blossoms.

He sighed, sat down, and said, "I've been sending people to follow you."

Wutong's brain, which was still feverish, started working sluggishly, and she suddenly realized something.

"So those people were sent by you, but I clearly shook them off..."

“The two you shook off were just one of the teams. You never left their sight from beginning to end. They kept in touch with me and kept me informed of your situation, including your reunion with Duan Yuanqian.”

Wutong stared at him blankly, never expecting that he had done so many things silently and without her noticing.

However, she still didn't understand.

"You already kicked me out, why are you doing all this?"

He even traveled a long distance to personally rescue her.

Duan Fufeng glanced out the window and said calmly, "I'm willing to tell you, but now is not the time to chat. Duan Yuanqian already knows that you were rescued and is now conducting a city-wide search. I believe it won't be long before they arrive at Furong Street, at which point this place will no longer be safe."

Wutong suddenly remembered the important matter, "Then what do we do?"

Duan Fufeng said without hesitation, "We must leave the city immediately to avoid being caught red-handed."

Leaving the city... wouldn't that mean they'd made a wasted trip? They didn't even find the one they were looking for.

Duan Fufeng saw her worry. "I know you have things you want to do, and I won't stop you, but before that, safety is the most important thing."

He's right. Safety is the most important thing. Only by protecting yourself can you find peace of mind and close down Haoshan.

The two chatted briefly, and then Duan Fufeng left. Soon after, a doctor came in to take her pulse and prescribe medicine.

After taking a dose of medicine, Li Deming had already prepared vehicles and supplies for the journey back to southern Xinjiang.

After helping Wutong get dressed, Duan Fufeng personally carried her to the carriage. He then put on the beard he had used to disguise himself, once again becoming "Lord Xu".

Under the cover of this identity, the group successfully evaded the guards' inspection and smoothly exited the city gate, all of them breathing a sigh of relief.

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