You rascal, stop right there!

What…is…a pity!

When Bai Wan looked at the painting, her peach blossom eyes suddenly became misty and her mind was in a mess.

How could such a talented person be just a concubine or a waiter who uses his beauty to please others?

Bai Wan gritted her teeth and said, "Ling Zichen, how long have you been learning to paint?"

Ling Han raised his lips and said, "He has been learning painting since he was seven years old! It has been more than ten years. But he is best at cursive calligraphy, not painting. He is the so-called calligraphy master among painters. He is really amazing!"

Under the sunlight, Ling Shumo's cheeks turned slightly red. He recalled that he and Yue Bai had become disciples together, and said, "These are all lies. In fact, there are people who are more talented than me."

Ten years!

This person has learned talents for so long in a good family, but is forced to become a prostitute in Baihua Pavilion?

Even if I could just be a poor scholar selling calligraphy and paintings, that would be fine!

If all else fails, the one who draws portraits of dead heads in the charity cemetery will do!

Bai Wan suddenly felt the gap in her life. Looking at this man's stunning appearance, she seemed even more pitiful.

Even though he was supported by the elegant and handsome Mr. Ling Han who was by his side, why did this man still make him feel so pitiful?

He could have passed the imperial examination, married and had children! Why was he forced to do this?

Then, he moved his eyes away from the man's face for a few inches, but saw the brush in his hand with obvious signs of being broken.

"The pen seems to be broken?"

Ling Shumo lowered his head and looked at the small lotus brush in his hand. A trace of relief appeared on his face. He said:

"But it's connected, just like it always was."

Bai Wan didn't understand what this person was talking about, but felt that this person could draw so well with this broken and rotten brush. There was really no comparison!

It must be something I used when I was in Baihua Pavilion.

Although he hated that place of prostitution, he was born there after all. That's why he was brought out after being redeemed. He really missed the old days!

Ling Han turned his head and swung the folding fan back and forth: "It seems that Ziqi is alive, and you can also change back! I'm talking about you, it would have been great if you had been like this earlier! You have such a great talent, but you wasted all these years!"

After saying that, he glanced at Ling Shumo, only to find that the other party was as gentle as jade and didn't even throw a knife at him.

If Brother Yuebai hadn't reappeared, I'm afraid this person would never paint again in his life.

He hoped that this pair of close friends would stay together for a long time and produce more famous works.

The corners of Ling Shumo's mouth curled up, and the pen in his hand felt a little hot.

When his soulmate passed away, he was heartbroken.

So, he imitated Boya and broke the brush with lotus carved on it, because he felt that no one in the world would understand his painting and calligraphy.

But when he found out that the corpse was not Brother Yuebai, he repaired the pen himself overnight.

He hadn't really painted in five years and thought he would never pick up a pen again.

Although the person in front of him has a completely different personality, he can still accurately express his thoughts.

People should be content with what they have. It has always been hard to find a soulmate! But he was able to find one again.

Ling Shumo looked at the painting "Cloud and Water Waterfall" and smiled slightly.

His expression became more confident: "Yes! Now that I have found it again! Then I can continue painting."

The person on the other side was about to ask about what was lost and found, but suddenly remembered that he was here to ask about what embarrassing thing happened after he drank that damn medicinal food last night.

A little embarrassing!

In this scenario, it seems unnecessary to mention this matter.

Anyway, he is thick-skinned and is not afraid of losing face.

He saw a great display of superb painting skills today, which was enough to take him a long time to digest.

At this moment, the servant bowed and brought in a food box from outside the door.

"Mr. Bai, this is the dish you are trying today."

He took it out and put it on the table.

Bai Wan didn't expect that the taste test dishes that were originally sent to his room were brought in so openly.

The real owner is here, isn't he just trying the food a bit too much to steal the show?

In particular, the plates today were replaced with the green plates and bowls from Bai Ri Xuan that he had mentioned before.

The dishes inside are not as dark as before and look much better.

"Did you say it wrong? This is for Mr. Ling!" he corrected.

Unexpectedly, Ling Han next to him put away his folding fan and said, "Great, big brother! You actually stewed all these good things in private and didn't even let me eat them!"

The light in Ling Shumo's eyes suddenly dimmed and dimmed: "Don't join in the fun."

Big...big brother?

He called him... Big Brother?

Then he...he is not...a concubine!

Bai Wan looked at the elegant and handsome Ling Zichen, who was not only good at poetry and prose, but also proficient in painting.

The elegant and handsome Ling Han beside him is not only a painter, but also runs a restaurant and Yuebai Study, and even owns this orchid garden.

This... this... this...

Are they brothers? Then it seems unlikely that Ling Zichen is some kind of prostitute who was raised as a canary!

Isn't that a huge mistake I have been making?

When I think about it carefully, it seems like something has been wrong for a while.

For example, why did County Magistrate Kong and Mr. Ma treat him with such courtesy!

Why can he enter and exit the Orchid Garden and Baihua Pavilion freely!

For example, why was he so crazy as to not believe Ling Zichen when he told him that he was not a prostitute?

Bai Wan's mind was filled with thoughts of war and chaos, when suddenly someone patted his shoulder.

He was startled.

Ling Shumo didn't expect this person to react so strongly and immediately took half a step back.

He still smiled gently and said, "I'll change the plate this time as you wish."

It turns out that not only can a woman's gentle voice bewitch people's minds, but a man's soft voice can also make people forget the confusion in their minds.

As if possessed by a ghost, Bai Wan took the green bowl and drank the soup.

So, this medicinal food? Maybe it was specially prepared for me!

He shook his head, thinking about something ridiculous.