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

The convoy did not take a detour and headed directly towards southern Xinjiang.

On the way, Duan Fufeng finally confessed everything and explained his actions to Wutong.

As they had expected, he saw through Amu's disguise the day she appeared, knowing that she was an imposter.

But why would she impersonate Wutong? And how much she knew about Wutong's past also aroused Duan Fufeng's suspicion.

In order to find the answer, he decided to use a trick to lure the enemy into a trap.

He instructed Li Deming to take the real Wutong to another place, while he kept the fake one, using various means to force her to reveal the manipulator behind her.

It is Lu Yisheng.

Many, many years ago, even before he and Wutong had met, Lu Yisheng had been searching for people who resembled her in the Central Plains and Southern Frontier.

Amu, who looked exactly like Wutong, was chosen, and Lu Yisheng took her under his wing to train her, all in order to make her a useful pawn.

Unfortunately, Amu lacked the talent and sense of responsibility to be an undercover agent. After meeting Duan Fufeng, he fell hopelessly in love with him and was too stubborn. He was tortured into revealing Duan Fufeng's name.

It can be said that Lu Yisheng's move was shrewd and calculating, but unfortunately, his eyesight was failing and he used the wrong piece.

Upon hearing this, Wutong's expression turned serious, and a hint of doubt appeared on her pale face.

"Since Lu Yisheng was able to start preparing so many years ago, does that mean he didn't travel to the same time as us, but rather decades earlier, starting his preparations before we even knew about time travel?"

Duan Fufeng nodded solemnly.

"Yes."

The sycamore trees seemed to draw in the cool air.

"He is truly cunning and shrewd."

Duan Fufeng said, "It's pointless to discuss his origins now. He must have his own purpose for spending so much time. Southern Xinjiang is the only place he can't reach right now, so you should try to stay there and not fall into his hands."

Wutong was unwilling to back down at this crucial moment, but what he said made a lot of sense. Only by ensuring their own safety could they achieve their goal.

She stopped dwelling on the matter and changed the subject.

"If your purpose is to interrogate Amu, why not tell me the truth instead of sending me away? Are you afraid I'll get in your way? Or... are you testing me?"

Duan Fufeng stared at her for a long time, and after a while, he suddenly drew a sharp dagger and removed the jade crown from his head.

His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. He grabbed a handful, and without thinking, he cut off half of it with a knife.

Wutong was taken aback, and even the guard driving the car turned around to look.

Duan Fufeng held the handful of short hair, making a solemn vow.

“When I first came back, I had short hair. For the past five or six years, it has grown alongside my pain and never left. But from today onwards, I will no longer need it.”

He tossed his hair out the window, and the smooth, black strands were immediately blown away by the wind, dancing up and down in the airflow before disappearing without a trace.

Wutong looked out the window in surprise when Duan Fufeng suddenly grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into his arms.

"I'm asking you one last time, are you willing to go back to how things were before?"

She looked up, and his handsome face was close to hers, looking at her with the same gentle yet firm gaze she had felt countless days and nights before.

They've made up and are back to normal...

God knows how long she had been waiting to hear those words!

Wutong's surprise turned into joy, her lips curved into a smile, but her eyes were filled with glistening tears.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a belated kiss.

"Sister Wutong, you..."

Shan and Li Deming were sitting in another car, worried that Wutong was hungry and wanted to give her something to eat.

Just as they caught up with their car, they witnessed such a poignant scene of parting, and were immediately stunned.

Li Deming cleared his throat and told the guards to slow down the car and follow behind.

Duan Fufeng held Wutong's face in one hand, deepening the kiss, while using the other hand to close the car window, blocking curious gazes from outside.

Traveling is always boring.

As night fell, Duan Fufeng ordered his men to set up camp on the spot. Thanks to the efforts of his guards, many tents appeared on this desolate land.

The wutong tree and the mountain share one, while Duan Fufeng occupies one all by himself.

After the meal, Shan urged her to go into the tent to rest, telling her not to be exposed to the wind again, lest it worsen her condition.

No sooner had she helped her lie down than Duan Fufeng lifted the curtain and slipped in, making a gesture at her.

"Go sleep in my tent."

The mountain spread its arms to block the sycamore tree, its imposing manner overwhelming.

"No! Can't you see she's sick? Do you even know how to take care of someone? I have to stay by her side!"

Duan Fufeng said, "When I was rescuing people, I saw two snakes in the palace, which were in a cage. I took them with me. They're in my tent now. Do you think it's better to release them or use them as provisions?"

Shan became anxious upon hearing this.

"Don't release it! That's my snake."

Wutong was both amused and exasperated, and patted her hand.

"You can go now, I'll be fine here."

Shan glanced at the two of them and whispered to Wutong in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Duan Fufeng wasn't far away, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He only saw Wutong nod, a blush flashing across her face.

Shan stood up, walked past him, and glared at him fiercely.

"I'm telling you, you're not allowed to bully her again, or I'll unleash snakes to bite you to death! Humph!"

With a snort, her figure disappeared outside the curtain.

Duan Fufeng smirked, walked over to Wutong, squatted down, and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"much better."

He reached out to feel the temperature of her forehead and found that her fever had indeed subsided. His worries eased a little, and he poured her a glass of water.

"Drink more hot water."

Wutong took the cup, gently blew on it, and secretly sized him up.

Perhaps it was because they had been apart for so long, but the other person's gentleness always felt unfamiliar to her. Even a simple warm word from him would make her feel flattered and she wanted to record it and keep it as a keepsake.

Duan Fufeng was much more casual. While she was drinking water, he had someone bring a basin of hot water, wet a cloth, and personally wiped the dust off her face.

Duan Fufeng threw the handkerchief back into the water and said, "The conditions on the road are a bit tough, and you can't take a bath every day. Just bear with it, and it will be fine when we get back to southern Xinjiang."

Wutong was moved, but she scoffed at it.

"You're making it sound like I've never suffered. I've fought just as many battles in my life as you have, okay?"

Duan Fufeng smiled slightly and pinched the tip of her nose.

"Yes, you are the most amazing person in the world."

A light pink tinge gradually spread from the spot where he had pinched her.

Wutong held the cup and lowered her head, somewhat afraid to look him in the eye.

Duan Fufeng sat upright to the side, his eyes gentle.

"Go to sleep, I'll wait until you fall asleep before I leave."

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