You rascal, stop right there!

The two people who stayed in the private room of Yanyu Tower were extremely silent.

It seemed particularly out of place for such handsome young men like them to sit among the leftovers.

"Why do you come to Baiyun City instead of staying in the capital?" Ling Shumo finally broke the silence.

Ling Han looked embarrassed. He quietly opened the folding fan and fanned it again and again as if unintentionally.

"That's right. After all, Yuebai Study is part of our Ling family's property. It's okay for me to take a look! Right?"

The man on the other side looked at him with a sharp gaze and asked sternly, "Have you communicated with Accountant Xu?"

Ling Han finally gave in: "Okay! Big Brother, when I learned that someone had deciphered your painting that day, I realized something was wrong with you. And I saw that you insisted on taking Xu the Accountant with you. So, I sent a servant to interrogate you. Sure enough..."

He was feeling very proud, but seeing the man's serious face, he could only speak timidly:

"I didn't expect you to come to Baiyun City! And I heard that there is someone who looks exactly like Brother Yuebai, and he happens to be the one who can interpret the painting."

Ling Shumo looked at him and sighed, "Go back! I have something important to do here."

Ling Han was not happy about this. He had just arrived, so why did he go back? He had just come out to avoid the tigress at home.

Before leaving, he said he was out to check on the property. A man's face is more important than the sky.

So, he deliberately changed the subject and asked in a surprised tone: "Brother, is Bai Wan really Yue Bai?"

Ling Shumo remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.

"But he and Brother Yuebai are completely different in personality and behavior!" Ling Han asked doubtfully.

When you first see Bai Wan, you will be confused by his appearance, but as soon as he opens his mouth, you will feel that he is a completely different person.

Yuebai is well-read and elegant, not to mention his beautiful handwriting, and his calligraphy and painting are both excellent.

However, Bai Wan was a vulgar man with crude manners. Not only was he surrounded by a group of ruffians, he even drew those low-class secret play pictures.

"His fingerprints are 99% similar to Yuebai's! Moreover, he understands my paintings."

Ling Shumo's voice was soft, but powerful.

Ling Han was stunned: "His thumb was cut off, the government can't have his household registration file for comparison. Besides, only the specially trained detectives in the Ministry of Justice can identify the fingerprints..."

Having said this, his eyes suddenly froze.

Bro, it can’t be…

Here, Ling Shumo lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly, his eyes becoming increasingly profound.

"Yuebai once used ten finger prints to paint a plum blossom painting. After he came to the Orchid Garden, I sent someone to get his fingerprints and compared them one by one myself."

When these words were spoken, Ling Han was so shocked that his face turned pale.

He had also seen the painting of plum blossoms. The plum petals in the whole picture were painted with only finger marks, and there were probably hundreds or thousands of fingerprints.

Not to mention that there are half-finger ones, incomplete ones, and even covered ones.

The chaos of fingerprints is beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

Ordinary people find it incredible just thinking about these things.

How perseverant is Big Brother?

He actually used Bai Wan's fingerprints to compare the paintings one by one to confirm the identity.

So, he asked carefully: "When you first learned that someone had cracked "Dance of Liang Meng", you were wondering if it was him!

So, brother, is this why you came out of the capital to look for me?"

Ling Shumo shook his head slightly: "No, I left the capital for official business. It's just that Baiyun City is located on the border between the two countries. It's just a coincidence."

He didn't finish his words. It was indeed for official business and to find someone.

However, he originally had only a 50% guess, but after comparing the fingerprints and seeing Bai Wan, his guess became 100%.

"Official business? Then I won't ask!" Ling Han shut up in embarrassment.

He was aware of the friendship between Brother Yuebai and his eldest brother, but he never expected that his eldest brother could go to such an extent.

"Everyone in the world thought he was dead. I didn't expect that you could actually find him." Ling Han seemed to be smiling bitterly.

Hearing this, there seemed to be some confusion in Ling Shumo's eyes.

Since Yuebai and I parted ways in the capital five years ago, he has been missing. How many people knew that he had met with an unexpected accident?

"I never thought that I would find a close friend again in this life."

Ling Shumo smiled slightly, although it was a bit bitter.

"It's good that he's alive." Ling Han said with regret: "It's a pity that such a talented person has changed completely! His hands are even disabled, and he still draws such crappy secret play pictures."

At this time, Ling Han spread out the fake album of "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things" on the table.

Although the painting was copied carefully and looked similar to the original at first glance, a closer look revealed that it was full of loopholes.

The painter doesn't know the difference between thick lines near and thin lines far away. Not only are the lines shaky, but even the placement of the woman's fingers is wrong.

The person opposite looked at the painting, his thin lips trembling constantly, then he held the paper tightly, tears in his eyes.

"I... will make him remember it..." Ling Shumo quickly closed the book.

Ling Han looked at his elder brother's distressed expression, and his eyes suddenly became clear: "Should I invite the best doctors to treat him so that the three saints of Daying Painting Academy can be reunited?"

Ling Shumo turned his head away and said in a hoarse voice, "You still remember the Three Saints. I... am afraid... I have already forgotten them."

Since the emperor of Daying Kingdom personally established the Painting Academy, countless literati and poets have flocked to the Daying Painting Academy.

People say that there are three saints in Daying Painting Academy: Han Miaoran is good at painting scenery, Ling Shumo is good at calligraphy, and Luo Wenqi is good at painting figures! How many people have held gold, silver and jewelry in their hands to ask for a work of art.

In particular, although Han Miaoran was good at painting landscapes, he was actually proficient in various poems and essays, and wrote poems with paintings. When he was young, his painting "White Moon over the River" was praised by His Majesty, who personally gave him the courtesy name "Yuebai".

Unfortunately, Yuebai suddenly disappeared five years ago, and his relatives and friends could not find him anywhere.

Half a year after he disappeared, the government found another unrecognizable corpse wearing his clothes and accessories.

The government determined that Han Miaoran had died a violent death, and he also lost his confidant. He gave up his pen and painting, stopped writing, and took the imperial examination.

Five years have passed, and the three saints of painting have long since become mere nameless figures.

Thinking of this, Ling Shumo whispered:

"I always feel that there is something fishy about what happened back then. Before we cure him and restore his memory and find out the cause and effect, it's best for you and me not to recognize him for the time being."

"Is it really so?" Although Ling Han was puzzled, he still nodded in agreement.