Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1220: We’re Back!_1 Chapter 1221: Chapter 1220: We’re Back!_1 Qiao Xiaomai was equally excited; she climbed onto the carriage and urged Tong Sanlang to hurry back.

Traveling on the familiar country path, Tong Sanlang’s voice grew louder–after all, it was night, and aside from them, there wasn’t a soul in sight.

“Shall we go see Master first?” Qiao Xiaomai had taken the opportunity to quietly pass the letter and small bottle to Tong Tiehu while cooking.

Then, he took the chance while going to the restroom to hand over the letter and small bottle to Deng Chun.

According to Tong Tiehu’s original plan, he wanted Deng Chun to put the letter and small bottle into a bag, then shoot the bag to the entrance of the secret tunnel with an arrow.

It was dark all around, and Deng Chun, with his excellent Kung Fu and familiarity with the terrain, would have no issue slipping away unnoticed.

So, earlier, Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai had been waiting for Deng Chun to shoot over an arrow bearing life-saving news for Yang Wenxiao.

But after waiting a night and a day, there was no sign of Deng Chun.

Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang grew anxious. At that time, Yang Wenxiao ordered them to set off, and several guards had to enter the secret tunnel to collect torches; Tong Sanlang found an opportunity to let Ren Zhong go in, too.

As the captain of Yang Wenxiao’s personal guard, Ren Zhong was in charge of the guards, and now that the guards were working in the secret tunnel, it was only right for him to check in on them.

This check turned out to be fruitful; they really found the letter and Divine Liquid.

“Master must have taken the secret tunnel from my room.” The secret tunnel in his room also led to the one on the mountain, and Yang Wenxiao only placed torches in the tunnel, not posting any guard. Deng Chun easily placed the letter and Divine Liquid at the endpoint of the tunnel, using the one from his room.

“Forget it; if we’re going home, we go home. We’ll find another opportunity to see Master later. It’s dark as pitch right now, and you can’t see a thing anyway,” Qiao Xiaomai disagreed.

“Alright then, let’s head back to the manor first,” said Tong Sanlang as he flicked the whip in his hand, producing a loud sound. He couldn’t help but laugh, “Finally, we’re back on our own turf, no longer at the beck and call of the retired emperor.”

Although Yang Wenxiao had said they should be ready to be summoned to the Capital City at any moment, they would deal with the future in the future. The joy of returning to his hometown made him cast that thought aside.

Let the retired emperor be! Let Emperor Yong’an be! Let the Hellflower and the trial for the Imperial Guards go to hell! Everything about the Capital City had nothing to do with him for the time being!

“Exactly. Even the air here smells better than it does in the Palace,” Qiao Xiaomai said as she lifted the curtain of the carriage and sat down next to Tong Sanlang, arm in arm. She stretched out her arm to hug Tong Sanlang’s, laughing and saying, “If it weren’t for this carriage, I would definitely make you use your light Kung Fu to fly us back.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang put down his whip, wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and pressed a kiss on her small face.

There were too many constraints in the Palace; the countryside was far more liberating!

Qiao Xiaomai’s heart blossomed with joy, reaching out with both hands to encircle his neck and deepen their kiss.

In the dead of night, the two, indulging in their freedom, almost lost control.

There was no helping it. Since last winter, Tong Sanlang hadn’t been intimate with Qiao Xiaomai–abstaining from meat for half a year, the young man teeming with youthful vigor was really struggling to hold back.

Luckily, Qiao Xiaomai managed to maintain a shred of rationality and didn’t take the final step.

The two of them were going home soon, after all, ahem; such things were better done behind closed doors, quietly.

Out in the open fields–no, that simply wouldn’t do.

Tong Sanlang suppressed his urges, just holding her tight as they raced through the night towards the manor.

Once they hit the familiar path of the manor, both became excited. Qiao Xiaomai even stood up, supporting herself on Tong Sanlang, and using her hands as a megaphone, she shouted loudly, “Sanlang and I are back!”

[I wrote the wrong time previously; at this point in the book, it should be early May.]