You rascal, stop right there!

After the first painting was completed, the scroll was glanced at by the two elders of the Li family and then carefully put away.

It wasn’t too late, and the sunlight outside the window was fading.

Bai Wan's steps slowed down as he followed Li Li and a group of surveillance soldiers to the garden's rockery and elegant pond.

I couldn't move away even a step. This kind of disguised house arrest was not something I had never experienced before.

Here, a small sample needs to be made before drawing.

It is really ironic that the villages near Jiangzhou are dry, but Li’s mansion actually has a rockery and pond.

Bai Wan has been quietly looking at the pavilions, corridors, rockery and gravel, and occasionally his eyes fall on the white marble bridge pillars and linger for a while.

"Bai Shizhao, can you see that my Li Mansion is an elegant residence with a pavilion in the corridor, which is magnificent?" Li Li smiled slightly.

But the person opposite laughed: "How many fish are there in such a big pond? Fifty, sixty or even a hundred?"

The man laughed so dully that it seemed as if his chest was vibrating.

Then, Li Li heard a strange sentence: "In fact, some people can't even see the canal, let alone the fish."

"These are all the results of the Li family's hard work for generations, Bai Shizhao. Don't compare those newly-appointed officials with the humble families."

Li Li's eyes seemed displeased, and the fingertips holding the folding fan trembled slightly.

"Not really."

Although Bai Wan's tone was one of agreement, the smile in her eyes was very different from before.

Looking at this person, Li Li opened his folding fan slightly and said, "Bai Shizhao, you are really a very weird painter."

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Bai Wan raised her eyebrows and whispered cunningly, "So, you are not my soulmate."

Who cares——

Hearing this, Li Li shook the folding fan in his hand suddenly: "Ha!"

After sitting in the pavilion for a long time, Bai Wan became vaguely aware of something and picked up the booklet he carried with him to draw.

It would be fine if he was just a heartless ruffian, but he was also Han Miaoran. Seeing the elegance and luxury of the Li Mansion, the contrast with the thatched cottage the day before was even more striking.

Finally, he decided to draw a sketch and sketched these eye-catching rockery buildings.

Li Li stuck his head out, and found that this person's brushwork was no different from the previous painting of the two elders. His face was worried and absent-minded, and he left blank spaces everywhere he painted, which was simple and flying white.

It was so absurd that Li Li found it funny: "Bai Shizhao, I finally understand today what it means that things have changed and people have changed."

Ordinary painters may not be able to see the difference, but the more talented the painter is, the more they can see that Han Miaoran today is no longer the same as he was back then.

Not only is the left hand weaker than the right hand, but the wrist is also weaker. If it weren't for ingenuity and diligence, and finding a new way, it would be impossible to draw to this level.

"What thing, what person? I don't understand what you are saying. I don't have much education!"

Bai Wan shook his head. He knew better than this man, and the brush in his hand paused again and again. Anyway, except for Ling Shumo, probably no one could see the intention of this painting at a glance.

Li Li's eyes showed displeasure, and he frowned for a long time before he laughed dryly: "We have seen this in the garden today, I believe Bai Shizhao will be able to paint it. The day after tomorrow we will go to Baishengju to paint the third picture."

Bai Wan unconsciously put down his brush, turned his head and asked directly: "Butler Li, I have finished the third painting. Can I still return to the capital alive?"

He asked the question directly, because he had to ask it after careful consideration.

It is a test, but also a struggle for survival.

Li Li looked at him calmly, playing with his folding fan calmly: "Bai Shizhao, you are a guest of our Li Mansion, and a guest of the Prime Minister. Why would you ask such a question?"

Seeing that this person was also talking about something else, Bai Wan sighed: "Because I will not join the Prime Minister's party, and I don't have what you want."

Be direct and clear.

The person opposite him kept looking at him with a restless gaze and an unsightly expression.

He did dislike his conceited smile, but according to his father's request, he would not kill this man easily.

So, Li Li smiled and said, "Bai Shizhao is worrying too much."

"Then Butler Li must send more guards to protect me!"

Bai Wan laughed loudly, but a hint of gloom still shrouded his back.

Li Li followed behind him, pondering carefully what the man said: Han Miaoran used to be a man of few words, but every word he said was to the point.

Although he looks a little crooked now, he is probably not a person who likes to talk nonsense. Perhaps every word he says has a deep meaning.

Then, this man wearing a silver mask, who thought he was gentle and would not get angry, clenched his fists suddenly when he saw a masked donkey-headed horse face drawn on someone's pamphlet.

That night.

Under the moonlight, Bai Wan completed the painting of the pavilions and terraces of Li's mansion, still using the same elegant and unrestrained brushstrokes. He placed the scroll and the portrait together.

I have been staying in Li's house for three days now and have been under surveillance day and night.

There were more and more palace soldiers around him, but he also knew that the other party would not be so stupid as to let anything happen to him in his house.

Not knowing what the future holds, being at the mercy of others is not his style.

Bai Wan said softly to the two maids, "Ladies, we are going to Baishengju tomorrow. Can you tell me what kind of place it is?"

One of the maids with dark pupils and light eyebrows bowed slightly:

"Baishengju is a small area in Jiangzhou, which is regarded as a Feng Shui treasure land by the Li family. In fact, it is also a quarry. Your Majesty likes flower and stone gangs, so..."

The next words were not said.

In other words, in order to curry favor with the emperor, Prime Minister Li deliberately occupied the quarry, blocking the water flow and making it impossible for the surrounding villages to draw water for irrigation, which eventually led to various famine-stricken refugees.

"Just for those broken rocks?"

Bai Wan sneered: "In order to please one person, you ignore thousands of people. Right?"

absurd!

If this was a love story between a man and a woman, would there be some ignorant girls who would be envious of it?

Bai Wan waved her hand, held her breath and picked up the album in her hand, and drew again and again helplessly. But she really couldn't imagine what the quarry looked like.

He is a painter, he cannot create the world, and he cannot draw things out of thin air.