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

Wutong asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

She wiped away her tears with a handkerchief and shook her head.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt something was really strange... Sister Wutong is actually getting married..."

Wutong was both amused and exasperated. "I'm already married. It's just another wedding. Why are you crying?"

She looked up with her eyes glistening with tears, her nose red.

"Sister Wutong, once you get married, will you stop being so good to me?"

"Who said that?"

"Need I say more? You'll have your own family, you'll have children, and when they grow up you'll have to teach them to read and write. You won't have time to take care of me."

Shan became increasingly reluctant to part, and covered her face, sobbing.

Wutong understood why she was crying, smiled, hugged her, and gently stroked her back.

"Silly girl, who said I'd have kids as soon as I get married? I have so many things to do. Besides, even if I do have children, I'll never abandon you. As long as you still call me 'sister,' we'll be sisters for life."

Shan didn't believe it, and asked with tears in her eyes, "Really?"

Wutong said, "Of course it's true! If I ever act foolishly and don't want you anymore, just slap me across the face, and I promise I won't hit you back."

"I wouldn't have the heart to hit you, just let me go if you're too scared to do anything..."

Shan finally stopped crying and smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes.

More than half an hour before nightfall, all the guests had arrived.

The Prince's mansion was decorated with red lanterns and auspicious characters early in the morning. Every guard and maid wore a new uniform with red trim on their hats and cuffs, and they all looked very happy.

Firecrackers were lit, and guests took their seats.

Listening to the commotion outside, Wutong felt more excited than if she were in a war.

Holding her red veil, Shan laughed and said, "You sit down. What's the bride doing walking around like this? Are you afraid the prince won't come?"

Wutong hadn't been thinking about Duan Fufeng, but after she mentioned him, she started to miss him instead.

The two haven't seen each other all day. What does he look like now?

Just as I was thinking this, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by Li Deming's voice.

"Madam, the Prince is ready and invites you to the wedding ceremony."

Your Highness? Duan Fufeng is outside?

Wutong felt a sudden surge of nervousness, snatched the veil, covered her head, and ran to sit down on the bed.

Shan clicked his tongue in disdain and ran to open the door.

The only people outside were Li Deming and two handsome guards, all dressed in clothes with red trim and large red flowers pinned to their chests, which made Li Deming's usually serious face look a little more festive.

Wutong couldn't see him because of the veil covering her head, and thought Duan Fufeng had also come. She held her breath and hid her hands in her sleeves, her palms sweating profusely.

When Li Deming approached, she saw their feet from under the veil and realized that they were not the main characters of the day.

"Madam, please."

Li Deming not only changed his form of address, but his tone also became much more respectful, clearly indicating that he had officially honored her as a princess.

Wutong placed her hand in his, and he respectfully helped her up, leading her to the main hall for the wedding ceremony.

Since the King of Southern Xinjiang was getting married on his own territory, he naturally didn't need to entertain guests. The fact that so many people were able to catch a glimpse of the Queen was already an immense stroke of luck.

Because Wutong was wearing a veil, she couldn't see how many people were around her when she entered the hall. She only knew that there were congratulatory voices from all directions, making it impossible for her to tell where she was.

Finally, Li Deming stopped and took her with his other hand.

The fingers on this hand are longer and softer. Due to years of martial arts practice, calluses have formed in certain areas, making her palms a little itchy from the friction.

The familiar, refreshing scent emanating from the other person instantly put her mind at ease, and she felt no fear even if faced with a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire.

To everyone's surprise, the usually aloof King of Southern Xinjiang actually showed a faint smile, which amazed them. They all thought that he truly loved his future queen.

In principle, a respected elder from the family should serve as the master of ceremonies for a wedding. However, very few members of the Duan family are still alive, and Duan Fufeng's only teacher has betrayed the Southern Frontier and gone to the Central Plains. There are quite a few elderly and high-ranking officials in the Southern Frontier, but unfortunately, none of them dare to take the seat.

They simply dismissed the man and replaced him with Li Deming, both to save trouble and to show their high regard for Li Deming.

After the two stood still, firecrackers went off, and Li Deming shouted loudly:

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

"couple……"

Halfway through the third sentence, a series of hurried footsteps rushed in from outside, and a strong guard who was at least eight feet tall rushed in front of Duan Fufeng and knelt down abruptly.

"Your Majesty!"

Everyone stopped because of him, and the noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Li Deming demanded sternly, "Who gave you the audacity to disturb the Prince's wedding?"

The man said, "I was truly forced into this situation, and I beg Your Highness to forgive me."

Duan Fufeng raised his chin. "Go on."

"Battle reports have arrived from the front; the Central Plains army is approaching and is expected to be at the city gates by today."

"what?"

Everyone gasped in unison, while the man's expression remained resolute, showing no sign of joking.

"They also sent a messenger in advance to tell you that they will not withdraw their troops unless Miss Wutong is released."

Duan Fufeng asked with a serious expression, "How many of them came?"

"According to the battle report from the front, there are at least 100,000 troops."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall changed their expressions, including Wutong under the veil.

With an army of 100,000, it seems Nanxing is serious this time.

does it worth?

He mobilized an army of 100,000, all for her.

The enemy has already reached the city walls; there is absolutely no reason for us to cower in fear.

The wedding was forced to be canceled. Duan Fufeng, along with Li Deming and a group of military officers, rushed to the study to hold a meeting to discuss how to deal with the enemy army.

Since returning, Wutong has never held any official position in the southern border region and has been unable to participate in its affairs, so he can only stay in his room with Shan.

However, she had people guarding the door so she could find out if they made a decision.

Less than half an hour after entering the study, Li Deming came out first.

After emerging, he did two things: first, he sent military officers to inspect and muster troops, ready to depart at any time; second, he personally drove to the battlefield to thoroughly investigate the military strength that Nanxing had dispatched this time.

They had learned that the army was heading towards a town called Kido Castle, which was flat and had few defenders, making it easy to capture.

Fortunately, Duan Fufeng had previously discovered that there was a gap there, and had allocated a large sum of money to make the city wall extremely strong and reliable. In case of a battle, it should be able to hold out for a while.

Two days later, the Southern Xinjiang army was ready, and Li Deming rushed back without stopping, bringing the latest intelligence.

The Central Plains army had indeed arrived outside the city, but had not yet made a move. Instead, it was stationed ten miles outside the city, with Emperor Qian Yuan personally overseeing the operation.

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