You rascal, stop right there!

A separate courtyard of the Minister of Rites' Mansion.

The capital city is still bleak these days after the rain, with a hint of earthy smell.

After Bai Wan returned to the studio, he sat at the desk, daydreaming.

After the heavy rain a few days ago subsided, they returned to the Shangshu Mansion overnight. Before they could rest, Ling Shumo changed his clothes and went to court.

This person really did what he wanted. He said that he would be in seclusion for a few days and would not come to see him. He really understood what he said.

Ling Shumo is the kind of person who will definitely do what he says as long as he thinks it makes sense.

I don't care at all whether I am treated coldly or not.

Since I have decided to wait, I don’t care how long I have to wait.

Bai Wan recalled returning to the Shangshu Mansion that morning.

Ling Shumo's eyes were confused, and he said to himself almost earnestly: "Don't leave without saying goodbye like this again, okay?"

He felt distressed at the time, so he could only respond, "Never again."

Thinking of this, Bai Wan felt inexplicably lost and turned the pen in his hand around.

Then, he actually started drawing a portrait of someone.

The person in the painting raised his affectionate eyebrows, his face seemed to be drawn with light ink, and under the moonlight, it turned out to be so dazzling and hard to let go.

Especially, the words that came out of her mouth were so intoxicating...

After the painting of White Pea was finished, there was a moment of astonishment.

What on earth is he drawing!

What is he thinking about?

A painting can reveal a person's heart, and a brush can reveal human nature.

It was obvious that he simply knew what he was thinking.

Perhaps if Ling Shumo hadn't brought it up himself, he would never have thought in that direction.

The person in his painting is far from the same level as when he first drew the blue silhouette. His level of skill is incomparable. Judging from the state of mind of a person through his painting, his level of dedication is comparable to that of the two.

Bai Wan shook her head helplessly: "Well, even if that's the case. How will others see you? I don't want anyone to say bad things about you. What's more..."

What's more, the fortune teller named Wutong said that day that he was destined to have no marriage in this life, and I don't know whether it was true or false.

A man's promise to a woman to stay together for life may not be fulfilled, let alone between two men.

Although he appears to be a ruffian on the surface, he feels that once he promises someone, he has to devote his whole life to it.

If you are not sure, you can't make a promise lightly.

If it weren't for this thought, as a pretty boy like him, he would have ruined countless girls and would not have been alone until now.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but write a note next to the paper: "Thinking about the past, you will understand the past."

His poems and official script are full of brilliance.

Not long after, hurried footsteps were heard. It turned out to be Anian, another servant following Ling Shumo.

This person rarely appears on weekdays and is much busier than A Yan.

Bai Wan smiled with crooked eyes: "Anian, what instructions does the master have for you?"

Ah Nian was furious when he saw the person on the other side. He was sick and yet he still wrote back to him. He even took a special leave to look for this person, stayed up all night, and ran around everywhere. It was really hard to understand.

"Here, this is the scroll of rules for tomorrow's Palace Examination at the Painting Academy. Also, here are the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that the master gave you, as well as the tools and paste!"

He threw a box over, gritting his teeth as he got angry.

White Pea touched it lightly, helplessly.

This person still considers him in every detail, how can he refuse!

Ah Nian was really angry when he saw how this person accepted it so calmly:

"Are you here to take the imperial examination for painting? Just leave after you finish the exam. Our Lord cannot entertain people like you anymore!"

"Someone like me?" Bai Wan squinted at him.

The person on the other side raised his voice: "Our master just feels sorry for your relatives and friends from a remote place! He just said that he would take you in until the end of the palace examination!"

"He's right!"

Bai Wan nodded. It was he who suggested staying until the palace examination was over.

Ah Nian didn't expect that this man would not be shaken, so he glared at him and said, "My Lord said you are a rogue and a scoundrel, full of nonsense."

Bai Wan even sighed: "That's right! What else?"

"You! You! You!" Ah Nian thought this man was extremely shameless. "He said your drawings are too bad! You will definitely not pass the exam!"

The person on the other side laughed: "Yes, they said I couldn't pass the exam. They could even say that I was a useless person who was born to accomplish nothing! I can only eat free meals at his house? You can make up more..."

Bai Wan approached him arrogantly and said, "Boy, you're touching your nose and your eyes are wandering. When I was lying, you didn't even know where I was!"

Anian was speechless after being confronted.

Bai Wan knew very well who Ling Shumo was.

What about being scornful of the poor and in love with the rich, what about deliberately suppressing myself, and even saying bad things about myself behind my back to my servants.

This kind of thing is impossible in this lifetime!

Even if we can't be in that intimate relationship, it's definitely not a tacit understanding that others can explain.

Thinking of this, Bai Wan actually felt a little sad.

Even the servants in the mansion could despise the disparity in status between the rich and the poor just because he was a small retainer. If she really became a homosexual with him, she might be criticized.

I don't mind it, but I'm afraid Ling Shumo can't stand it...

……

into the night.

The lights in the painting studio went out, as did the people inside.

Ling Shumo, who had just returned from court, stared at that place.

Once the results of the Palace Examination for Painting are announced, this person will probably move out completely.

He didn't dare to disturb such a situation.

He suddenly felt a guidance in his heart and walked into the studio. He looked at the messy and disordered rice paper sketch with his eyes wandering.

Suddenly, the pupils in his eyes dilated.

The face on a drawing surprised him in the quiet night.

The painting is carefully sketched and the brushwork is familiar. Every detail within reach is carefully and meticulously depicted.

The central mood of the painting is self-evident...

Especially the line in the poem: "Thinking about the past, you will understand the feelings."

Ling Shumo's face felt as if it was burning, and he was shaking as he held the scroll.

He smiled bitterly in his heart: This person obviously has feelings, but he still deliberately refuses.

A person with such a clear mind would never do this for himself. He must be worried about his reputation.

"What a fool!"

Since he had made up his mind, he was prepared to face the prospect of not getting married and having children. As for those rumors, they were not worth mentioning at all.

So Ling Shumo picked up the pen and added: "Since we parted, I have been with you."

The pen will not be placed on the shelf until the last stroke of the cursive calligraphy is completed.

One of them wrote in official script, and the other in cursive script. On paper, they were quite different.

In fact, the person who writes official script looks unrestrained on the outside, but he is actually very delicate in mind.

The man who writes cursive calligraphy has a face as gentle as jade, but his heart is as raging as fire.

I don't know when we first got to know each other, when we started to care about each other...