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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

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Chapter 298 The New Emperor Ascends the Throne and Dugu Mo Returns (8)

Her silky hair cascaded down her back, and as she danced, her ample bosom trembled in rhythm. Her long lashes fluttered, and her eyes never strayed from the man on the throne. Hidden behind a veil, she only piqued further curiosity.

After the dance concluded, she advanced gracefully and bowed deeply, "Ming Xuan pays her respects to the Emperor, may the Emperor live forever." Just then, a breeze from nowhere lifted the veil from Ming Xuan's face, revealing her entire visage: a high-bridged nose, pink lips, exuding a sweet fragrance which left the man on the throne utterly entranced.

Ming Xuan, her cheeks blushing under the Emperor's gaze, raised her timid eyes to meet his, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"Ah, dispense with the formalities," Dugu Han cleared his throat awkwardly, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." She rose and gently retreated to the side of her elder brother, Ming Shang, and seated herself elegantly.