You rascal, stop right there!

The candlelight is dim.

At night, Bai Wan slept in the side room of Lanyuan. He had never seen such a good quilt and bed.

The whole room is in a light and elegant ink color, with ink curtains everywhere. The four treasures of the study on the table, the screens and the paintings are all in ink lotus patterns. It is truly elegant and noble in every detail.

In particular, there was ink-colored sandalwood on the table, engraved with a lotus mark, and the smoke was curling up.

This kind of place doesn't look like a servant's working room at all. It's clearly a high-class private room for people to take imperial examinations.

"This is the brocade from Bai Ri Xuan! Twenty taels a piece! I am so lucky!"

Bai Wan was very happy when she saw the curtain.

He had fantasized more than once that when he became rich, he would get married and buy a new house like this.

A Yan shook his head helplessly.

His parents asked him to spend the whole day revising it the day before, and he was exhausted.

"This white sugar cake is really good!" Bai Wan was about to put it into his mouth, but then he said cautiously, "Can I... eat it?"

"Okay!" A Yan curled his lips.

He was called by adults early in the morning to queue up to buy white sugar cakes. Who would believe it if he told others about it?

Looking at these objects, each of which touched his liking, Bai Wan suddenly moved closer to A Yan.

His eyes suddenly darkened, with a hint of interrogation, and he said:

"You know my preferences so well? Did you meet me five years ago?"

Ah Yan's expression changed, and he said firmly: "No, I just followed the master three years ago."

Bai Wan's eyes were still full of disbelief.

How could an ordinary person know so much about an outsider's preferences?

Coincidence? No one would believe it!

into the night.

Bai Wan tossed and turned almost as soon as he fell down, and fell asleep with his eyes closed, but his consciousness was very clear.

Ling Shumo stood in front of the window, quietly closed the window he had forgotten to close, and walked out. Seeing that person seemed to fall asleep, his deep eyes finally dimmed.

Someone on the bed felt the door closing and opened his eyes suddenly.

So he got up quietly and followed Ling Shumo quietly.

Bai Wan watched Ling Shumo go to the study instead of returning to his room. He leaned sideways at the window and looked inside.

The man in blue returned to the study and just looked at the painting "Frost Forest" hanging in the middle and couldn't help sighing.

The people outside the window were very surprised. Is this painting so special? They are looking at it day and night.

Just as he was wondering, he found that Ling Shumo was actually writing something with a serious and earnest expression.

"What is he writing?" Bai Wan muttered to himself.

But even if he saw the paper, he probably wouldn't recognize a single word.

"Tell the kitchen to boil the medicine according to this recipe and then prepare it into medicinal food." Ling Shumo handed the paper to the servant.

The servant took the paper and suddenly frowned, whispering, "Master, these medicines are hard to find!"

Ling Shumo nodded, and after a long while he said quietly: "Then look for it in Baiyun City first. If it's really hard to find, then go find Ah Yan!"

Although this medicine may not be effective, it can be tried. At least when this person is in the orchid garden, he can see the effect.

Bai Wan, who was standing outside the window, couldn't hear what the people inside were saying, so he just kept sticking to the door.

There was a "pop" sound.

Someone hit the window frame.

This is terrible!

Bai Wan was so scared that he ran away. He looked so miserable under the moonlight that he only wished his parents had given him two more legs.

"My lord, it was White Pea who was eavesdropping."

A Yan jumped down from the beam and said.

Ling Shumo gently stroked the painting, then suddenly closed his eyes.

"Let him be!"

"Sir, what if he comes to eavesdrop every time? What if something terrible happens?" A Yan was very worried.

Ling Shumo smiled: "It is better to open it than to block it. He will find out sooner or later. Besides, if I were in a strange place, I would also want to explore it."

The people beside him were very puzzled: "Sir, please forgive Ah Yan for his mistake. I have never asked you before, what is your relationship with Bai Wan? Why do you worry about him all the time?"

Ling Shumo continued looking at the painting "Frost Forest" and sighed as he recalled the words "waiting to die" that the man had said.

"Ayan, do you know Boya Ziqi?"

The voice was very light, but it seemed to be filled with years of vicissitudes.

Ah Yan pondered and said, "It is said that they were close friends. When Ziqi died, Boya smashed his zither."

At this time, Ling Shumo took out a brush with a lotus engraved on the ochre pen holder.

Looking closely, there is a very obvious break in the middle of the pen.

"I once broke my pen and stopped painting for my confidant. He is the only person I admire in this world, besides my father and my mentor."

The person next to him couldn't help but be stunned. He had never seen an adult like this before.