You rascal, stop right there!

The next day, a man on the bed had a severe headache.

He weakly climbed up from the bed, his mind was a little hazy. His head felt as heavy as if there was a thousand-pound burden on it, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

It has been a long time since he last got drunk, so why did he get drunk here at his boss's place?

"No!" Bai Wan suddenly remembered that what he drank last night was clearly a medicinal meal! How could he be drunk?

Suddenly, he slapped his head.

It seems that Ling Zichen added something to please Mr. Ling, which caused people to be drunk and confused.

Vicious!

The evil one has a bright future!

I really want to take him as my younger brother!

It is absolutely necessary to do this for a living! But it would have been better if I was not the one who tested the drug yesterday!

"But, you drank this stuff yourself. You didn't do anything weird last night, did you?" Bai Wan tried his best to control his emotions.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that his memory only stopped at the time when he asked Ling Zichen's name.

This is very bad!

He probably didn't say anything shameful or embarrassing about himself!

What about imitating the bray of a donkey in the donkey pen to lead the donkeys out of the yard! And what about saying that he has eighty mothers and a dozen servants? That kind of nonsense!

Then he stood up and was about to go to Ling Shumo's room to find out what was going on.

Unexpectedly, when people entered the room, they only saw Ling Han in a purple robe.

Ling Han was painting at this time, holding the brush in his right hand, concentrating and calming his mind, and making several heavy strokes on the white and yellow rice paper.

Bai Wan watched the ink splashing across the paper in all directions, winding and twisting.

In order to draw the Secret Play Picture, he tried his best to copy it for a while. However, it was difficult to hold a pen with his left hand, so it took him a long time to be able to copy it.

Since no one taught him, Bai Wan thought he had done his best to create a fake that level.

"What do you think of my painting?" Ling Han finally couldn't help but ask.

He had already noticed Bai Wan coming, and only asked anxiously after he finished painting calmly.

Bai Wan chuckled: "Mr. Ling, of course you draw really well!!"

There are many painters in this world, but there are very few who can't even hold a brush like him with his right hand. What can I say when I see others can paint?

"Would you like to paint one too?" The man put down the folding fan frivolously.

"Forget it, I can't do it! I can't draw anything!" Bai Wan immediately declined.

He knew his level! Apart from copying the fake Secret Play Picture, he probably couldn't draw anything at the moment.

Unexpectedly, these words really irritated Ling Han.

Han Miaoran from Daying Art Academy actually said that he couldn't paint! Others can say that! How could this person do that!

He is the painter Yuebai who was given the courtesy name by the late emperor!

Although I know intellectually that this person has forgotten the past, emotionally I still find it hard to accept it.

"The puzzle of Liang Meng's Dance has remained unsolved for years! The fact that you were able to solve the painting that day shows that you are talented. How can you underestimate yourself?"

Ling Han didn't know what to say. He looked at the cotton knuckles on Bai Wan's right hand and smiled bitterly.

"That's just luck! How could I know how to do that?" Bai Wan felt that he could understand the painting, it was just like a blind cat catching a dead mouse.

Ling Han could clearly see what he was thinking, and the more obvious it was, the harder it was for him to accept.

So he folded his fan and a strange idea came into his mind.

"Let me try!" He finally prepared himself mentally and carefully took out the brocade box from the shelf.

"Isn't this the brocade box from Miaoxin Painting Boat?" Bai Wan, who was standing by, recognized it at the first sight.

Ling Han silently opened the box and took out a scroll.

I saw him slowly spreading out the scroll. The white paper was smudged with ink, but there were only a few strokes of dry brush and burnt ink, scattered on the paper in seemingly no order.

"This is a fragment of a painting. Since the deciphering of your previous painting was probably just a coincidence, I took this painting out. As long as you can explain the meaning of this painting, I will reward you handsomely!"

To others, this painting is clearly just a rough draft, with no clear rules for composition and blank space. It is completely unknown what the painting is about! How can one know the meaning of the painting?

Bai Wan looked at the paper, the brushstrokes moving towards the remaining ink, but a sudden inspiration came to his mind.

“This painting is of a waterfall!”

The moment Bai Wan gave the answer, the man in blue not far behind the door was shocked. He couldn't control his fingers and almost clenched the folding fan in his hand.

"Waterfall?" Ling Han was puzzled. "How can you tell that this is a waterfall?"

"This?! A guess?!" Bai Wan himself couldn't explain it.

This incomplete painting has only a few strokes and no order, and it is impossible to verify it at first glance.

However, these strokes were like phantoms in his mind, shuttling back and forth so that he could even make sounds.

He seemed to be drawn to the painting, and the meaning of the painting came out of his mouth.

The man in blue behind the door felt his throat tighten and shook his head with some emotion. He couldn't wait to walk into the room, but he still looked at the person inside and didn't dare to leave for a moment.