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

"How is your health?"

Wutong paused for a moment, then realized he was asking her a question, and quickly said, "Very good, no problem."

"Is that so? Then come and take a look at this..." Duan Fufeng pushed the things on the table over.

Wutong leaned closer to take a look and found that it was a blank sheet of paper with no words written on it.

She examined it for a while, then picked it up and held it up to the light, looking at it for a moment before asking, puzzled, "What is this?"

Duan Fufeng said, "After Duan Wen was detained last night, Chief Guard Li found a letter on him, and this was inside the envelope."

"The envelope..." Wutong suddenly remembered that she seemed to have received a letter last night, but the situation was too complicated and she had forgotten about it.

She hurriedly said to Duan Fufeng, "Your Highness, please wait for me a moment, I'll be right back!"

She ran outside as soon as she finished speaking. Duan Fufeng stared at her retreating figure in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief.

This person is too presumptuous. He left without permission. Does he want to be beheaded?

Duan Fufeng really wanted to see what she was up to when she ran off.

Thinking this, he withdrew his gaze, sat quietly in the chair, and occasionally glanced at the blank paper, but still couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Wutong returned quickly, panting heavily. She slammed the envelope in her hand on the table and said, "Your Highness, this is what I snatched from Steward Duan last night. Please take a look."

Duan Fufeng glanced at her, took the envelope, pulled out a short dagger, pried open the sealing wax, and took out the contents.

It was exactly the same, also a blank sheet of paper without any writing on it.

The two stared at each other in silence for a while. Duan Fufeng then looked away and said, "I've heard of a secret technique in the Western Regions that can make ink drip onto paper without leaving a trace. Have you heard of it?"

Wutong had never heard of the secret arts of the Western Regions, but she had taken experimental classes there when she was in school.

She tried hard to recall what she had learned in the lab class, then clapped her hands and exclaimed, "I've got it! Your Highness, could you please light a candle?"

Duan Fufeng summoned a guard and lit a candle.

Wutongxin carefully placed the white paper above the candle to heat it with the heat. Sure enough, after a short while, writing gradually appeared on the white paper.

She noticed some writing on it and glanced at it instinctively; what caught her eye was a date. As she prepared to continue reading, she realized something was amiss and quickly handed the paper to Duan Fufeng, fawningly saying, "Your Highness, please take a look."

Duan Fufeng glanced at them a few times, nodded, and calmly burned both pieces of paper.

The guards left with the ashes and candles, and Duan Fufeng instructed the other guards, "Bring out the box from the inner room."

The guard, upon receiving the order, brought out a box, quite large, big enough to hold a football. Judging from his strained expression, it was also quite heavy.

Duan Fufeng gestured to the phoenix tree and said, "This is a reward for you."

Wutong curiously opened the box and was almost blinded by the glittering golden sight inside.

Gold! This whole box is full of gold!

Wutong closed the lid, turned around, and gave Duan Fufeng a wry smile: "Your Highness...you know that this is not the reward I want."

Duan Fufeng opened a booklet and looked at it, saying calmly, "Of course, this is a separate reward. As for the person you're looking for, go with the guard, and he will lead you to the painter."

Wutong swallowed hard in disbelief: "Are you really going to help me find someone?"

Duan Fufeng slightly raised his eyelids: "Are you doubting my credibility?"

Wutong quickly shook her head: "No, no, no... I'm just too happy, thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, Your Highness!"

Carrying a large box of gold, Wutong left the study with her guards and soon met the painter.

The other person was a kind-looking old man with a white goatee. He sat behind a table, holding a paintbrush, and asked her, "Sir, could you describe the appearance of the person you are looking for? The more detailed the better."

Appearance… Wutong sat in the chair and carefully recalled.

She had spent so much time with Nanxing, day and night, that she knew everything about him, but this was the first time she had ever described him in words.

The brain seemed to become a projector, and the wutong gradually described Nanxing's appearance, and the painter also gradually sketched Nanxing's portrait on the paper.

"His face was rather pointed and thin, with large eyes. His eyebrows were long and thin, with sharp ends, slanting upwards, and his brow bones were deeper than many boys'..."

Half an hour later, the painter finished his work, lifted the paper, and handed it to her: "Look, does it match?"

Wutong's gaze swept from top to bottom, and she pointed to a spot, saying, "No, the lips should be thinner, and the nose should be higher."

The artist said, "But if he gets any taller, he won't look like a child anymore."

Wutong nodded: "Yes, he just doesn't look like a child."

The artist had no choice but to take the drawing back, make some revisions, and then hand it over again.

Since it was drawn from scratch and the amount of paint was limited, it couldn't be a one-to-one realistic depiction. However, after modifications, it has already captured about 70-80% of the spirit of the subject.

Wutong bowed to the artist while holding the drawing paper, saying, "Thank you for your help."

The guard said, "Then let's take them outside and distribute them now, and start looking for people."

Wutong nodded and was about to leave when the painter suddenly said, "Actually, I have seen someone with this kind of appearance once before."

Wutong immediately stopped and turned around to ask, "Really? Where?"

The painter stroked his beard and said, "In the capital, just two months ago."

Wutong was overjoyed: "Where in the capital did you see him? Please tell me!"

The artist hesitated, "Telling you isn't impossible, but..."

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Wutong immediately took out a gold ingot and stuffed it into his hand: "Please, I must find him."

The painter smiled, put the gold into his sleeve, and said, "Actually, it's not about the money, but the person you're looking for is definitely not the person I've met."

Wutong asked in confusion, "Why do you say that? Didn't you say they look very alike?"

“They look alike, but one is a beggar and the other is the high and mighty King of the West. How could they be the same person?” The painter looked at her meaningfully.

"Xi Wang..." Wu Tong repeated the name, feeling a sense of déjà vu, but couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

The painter's confident tone dispelled her idea of ​​going to the capital to find Nanxing. After saying goodbye to the painter, Wutong and the guards took Nanxing's portrait to Caishikou to post it.

They then commissioned other artists to create thousands of copies, which were distributed to various military camps and cities, thus beginning a long search.

With Duan Fufeng's help, Wutong knew that her chances of finding Nanxing this time would be much greater, but she still couldn't sit still every day and would wander around the streets whenever she had nothing to do, hoping to find clues as soon as possible.

There is war going on everywhere outside, especially in the Central Plains and beyond the Great Wall. Only Lingyun Prefecture is absolutely safe.

How can Nanxing, at her age, survive out there?