You rascal, stop right there!

A Yan seemed panicked.

Ling Shumo nodded slightly, and walked to the candle on his own, which was rare.

"It's getting late. I'm going to rest first. You're wearing so little. Don't stay in the study any longer. Go to bed as soon as possible!"

The voice was very light, and a green figure slowly walked out of the room, leaving behind him.

"Okay! I'll be back soon! Brother Zichen!"

Bai Wan looked at the painting in the candlelight and nodded slightly.

This guy is so talented! He is now my brother! It is such an honor!

In this way, he didn't want to worry about his past life experience.

There must be a reason why such a good person doesn't tell me.

On this side, A Yan led Ling Shumo hurriedly to the backyard.

There were already a number of horses and goods in the alley behind the backyard, with dozens of men neatly lined up. Among them were guards and deputy envoys, all ready to go.

"Master, the clearance document has come down. Lord Zhu said that we'd better set off tonight." A Yan said.

As soon as these words were spoken, Ling Shumo's body froze.

"Are you so anxious?"

He actually frowned and his whole body leaned back unconsciously.

After Yuebai died that year, he thought he would never discuss paintings with anyone to such an extent again.

He had just finished his writing career, and had yet to help Brother Yuebai recover his memory, or restore his former talents and status.

Ah Yan on the other side showed an anxious look on his face: "It's better tonight!"

"Okay!" Ling Shumo hesitated for a moment, and he tightly grasped the wood mark on the door frame, "Then let me go change my clothes!"

Hearing these solemn words, A Yan couldn't help but bow.

Wasn't it inappropriate for him to enter when the Lord was painting with Bai Wan just now?

After all, he hadn't painted for many years since he stopped writing! Even if His Majesty asked him to paint, he would refuse in various ways.

About half an hour later, Ling Shumo finally changed into a golden robe and came out. His green headband was also replaced with a gilded crown.

Although he still looked like a scholar, he looked more elegant and proud than his previous scholarly appearance.

It’s just that his temperament is too gentle. Even dressed like this, he still looks too mild.

A Yan felt that this time was a bit too long.

Afterwards, Ling Han handed the peach blossom fan in his hand to Ling Shumo with dissatisfaction: "That's good! You can tell at first glance that he is a rich young man with a penny-pinching streak!"

Ling Shumo took it and said, "If I had known you were so enthusiastic, you should have taken the imperial examination and become the Minister of Rites."

The purple robed man waved his hands repeatedly and said weakly, "Forget it! Just study happily, why take the imperial examination? It's so tiring! Do you think everyone can be like you, quit being a painter to take the imperial examination, and get promoted so quickly!"

The man straightened his clothes and folding fan, and stared at the house in the yard inside the door, but he was a little dazed.

Although it was only a few days since I met Yuebai again, our friendship was as light as water. But painting together tonight, we were able to rekindle some of our old friendship.

Now I have to go to Xuanli country for secret peace talks. Although I am going there on orders, I don't know what the Xuanli people are like now.

If this trip is dangerous...

"Sir, please get in the carriage!" A Yan said.

Ling Shumo stopped and snatched the sword from his hand.

Then, the tip of the sword fell on the sandy ground at the entrance, and with just a few strokes, a small boat and a small bridge appeared.

Although the picture is simple, it is vivid.

Everyone says that Ling Shumo is good at calligraphy and painting, but in fact he is also a swordsman.

Because of his fame for his calligraphy and painting, people forget that his swordsmanship is also very advanced. So few people know that this seemingly weak scholar actually knows swordsmanship.

Ling Han looked at the painting and felt panic for no reason: "Are you not going to tell Brother Yue Bai that you are leaving?"

But the man followed the carriage and said in a deep voice, "This trip is for official business, which is my responsibility. If he doesn't ask, then forget it. But if he does, then show him this painting! I believe he will be able to understand it."

"That's fine..." Ling Han looked helpless.

My elder brother, who used to be a man who never told lies, suddenly became so fond of telling riddles.

He looked down at the various traces of changes on the sand on the ground!

This talented person can really do something!

Something that can be explained clearly in a few words has to be made so complicated.

However, he also understood it very clearly.

Now Bai Wan doesn't know that his elder brother is the current Minister of Rites. If he knew, he would definitely ask some questions!

Maybe big brother has put a lot of thought into doing this!