You rascal, stop right there!

Orchid garden, small pavilions and terraces.

The white peas walked into the garden with the wind in their steps and at a very brisk pace.

He originally thought he was going to go to Baihua Pavilion to be the exclusive groom of the courtesan Qingque, but unexpectedly Qingque took him to an elegant house in the west of the city.

I had known for a long time that this orchid garden was bought by a wealthy businessman a few days ago, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to see it.

Bai Wan was puzzled. Since Qingque was the most beautiful girl in Baihua Pavilion, why did she live here?

Could it be that she has been redeemed and is being kept here as a prostitute by this rich businessman?

He followed the servant to an elegant little building. At the door there was a small pond with a few white lotus flowers floating on it, which was extremely lovely.

"Do you recognize these lotuses?" A Yan asked quietly.

Bai Wan shook his head in confusion.

Passing by a courtyard plaque, the servant asked again: "Do you remember this plaque?"

He shook his head again.

Ling Shumo followed behind and saw very clearly that the two were talking to each other. Every time Ah Yan pointed at a place, the person on the opposite side would shake his head repeatedly, very confused.

Bai Wan was even more confused. Why did the people in this garden like to show off their houses so much? He had never seen the objects and plaques in them, so he didn't have to ask an outsider like him.

You really think you are a small fry coming to see the world!

After a long time, the two finally arrived at the inner courtyard.

"Sir, I'm here to work!" Bai Wan said this when facing the accountant.

When the accountant saw him, he took a step back in shock, as if he had seen an evil spirit.

"Oh! My God!" The accountant held his head as if he had lost his soul and hid under the table.

This behavior made Bai Wan even more shocked.

Is his face that scary?

Ah Yan raised his eyes and knocked the table fiercely with his fan: "Accountant Xu, he is not a ghost! Look carefully!"

Accountant Xu, who was in his fifties, stretched his head out inquiringly, glanced at the shadow under the man's feet and his lively facial features while he was speaking, and swallowed hard.

Half kneeling and half standing, he asked, "Ah...Yan, he...he is really not a ghost?"

"You are the ghost! I'm alive and well!!!" Bai Wan was so angry that he moved his face forward.

Accountant Xu then stood up very carefully, put away the few coins he had, picked up the brush and began to record the accounts.

Of course, when Ah Yan and Accountant Xu saw that someone was illiterate and was signing by drawing a circle with his left hand, they were really surprised.

Accountant Xu finally felt relieved when he saw that this man was truly illiterate.

After the record was made, Bai Wan obediently pressed his palm print as required. This would be his certificate to visit the orchid garden every day in the future.

A Yantai was very surprised to see Bai Wan drawing seals with his left hand.

He couldn't help but ask, "Why do you use your left hand?"

Bai Wan raised her right hand somewhat awkwardly, revealing her defect and said, "My right thumb has been cut off! It cannot be used."

Ah Yan frowned slightly: "How could this be? Is this an accident?"

Bai Wan shook her head: "It should be man-made? But I don't remember it. Let's just treat it as an accident!"

At this moment, Bai Wan suddenly thought that the person opposite was exactly that person's servant. Doesn't that mean he can know both himself and his enemy?

Then, he suddenly curved his eyebrows:

"Ayan, since you are Qingque's servant, do you know anything about him?"

"My master's name is not Qingque! His surname is Ling." A Yan was speechless.

Bai Wan understood and said, "Oh, I see. Qing Que has been redeemed by Mr. Ling now! Right? I understand! Just tell me about him!"

A Yan really didn't know why this person's thoughts were so jumpy. Is there any connection between you and Qingque?

"You want to find out about him?"

A Yan was reluctant to answer at first, but seeing his sincere expression.

So he said:

"The master is a dignified and elegant scholar. His hobbies are naturally the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs. His favorite is naturally painting. But he has long since stopped writing and does not paint now."

"what?"

White Pea is speechless.

In a trance, he seemed to recall the rumors. The painter of "Dance of Liang Meng" seemed to have stopped painting a few days ago. The experiences of these two people seemed to be somewhat similar.