You rascal, stop right there!

Outside the Xuanli Palace.

Palace Household Registration Office, back door, dog hole.

The beggar Wang Zhi came out from inside, holding the clothes, and while buckling the neck, he handed the things to the other person.

They planned to kidnap the prisoners from Jizhen Prison on their way to the archery banquet and pass by this place.

In order to prepare everything for the next day, Bai Wan and others decided to infiltrate the palace slaves, find an opportunity to stuff the people into the dung bucket prepared in advance, and take them away when the golden soup was poured and the shift changed.

If you fight head-on and kill the enemy with one hand and save people with the other hand, facing thousands of guards, that would be something only a fool would do!

Bai Wan took the thing Wang Zhi gave him and said with a smile, "Brother Wang, did you just agree to it without asking me why I did this?"

Wang Zhi touched his black mud arm and said, "Since we are sworn brothers, how can I not trust my brother?"

"I'll never back down, no matter how hard I try!"

Not only did he help steal palace clothes, he also helped prepare a lot of things he wanted.

He did all this without asking any more questions.

Just because of that sentence: Since we meet as brothers, we can share the same blood and be connected.

"I will definitely repay your kindness today."

Bai Wan bowed deeply to the ragged beggar.

Even if we are not from the same country, this kindness is enough.

"Next time, don't put mercury in the dice, and don't put sugar cakes in the earthen buns. It would be even better if you share it all with us!"

Xiong Da patted Bai Wan's shoulder, then quickly raised his hand and scratched his butt.

The steps he took were so carefree and unrestrained. The sound of his shoes scraping against the ground...

When Bai Wan raised her head, Wang Zhi had already walked away.

Bai Wulai smiled, they were indeed the same kind of people.

Not only did he know that he was lying and trying to get close to him with a purpose, he also knew that he was deliberately sharing his food with him out of pity.

"Thank you, Brother Wang!"

……

It's getting dark.

Bai Wan stuffed the clothes into a cloth bag and was about to head towards the inn where she and Zichen were staying.

Snapped!

Unexpectedly, he was tripped after taking only a few steps. It seemed that another ragged beggar was lying in front of him.

When people get angry, they turn sideways.

But if you look closely, you will find that this beggar is actually very fair-skinned, with calluses on his fingers visible under his tattered clothes, indicating that he was once a scholar.

He was holding a scroll of painting tightly in his hand and didn't even have time to collect the copper coins in the broken bowl next to him.

“I’m… I’m sorry!”

The man quickly helped Bai Wan up and apologized repeatedly, as if he had not lost his scholarly habits.

The scroll accidentally fell to the ground and spread out.

He was extremely distressed and quickly knelt down to roll up the painting and carefully brushed off the dust.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Bai Wan asked even though he knew the answer.

The person was holding a painting he had drawn himself called "Returning Home".

The painting depicts the farewell scene of the soldiers of the winning army and their wives and families during the Dingzhou City Defense Battle.

Although the writing is simple, there is no family weeping for farewell. Instead, there is only the beautiful scenery of the hometown and the man's determined face.

And everyone knows the outcome of that battle.

Despite countless casualties, Dingzhou City was ultimately saved.

But the soldier in the painting never went back to see his wife and parents.

"Nothing...nothing..."

The fair-skinned beggar held the painting and shrank back cautiously, fearing that he would be discovered and robbed.

Bai Wan couldn't help but smile and looked at the man with emotion.

This painting was made by him and the old soldier at the city gate in exchange for two pounds of mutton. It has traces but lacks care.

"It's just a painting, so what do you think?"

The scholar-beggar was stunned for a moment, his eyes sharp. "This painting was created to defend the country, and it shows a sincere and honest heart. If you don't understand, don't speak!"

This self-righteous look was completely different from the humble and proper look just now.

A pure heart?

Bai Wan coughed lightly.

Han Miaoran's paintings are well known throughout the Three Kingdoms period. They are priceless and rarely seen.

This scholar-beggar could immediately change his current predicament if he sold his paintings.

But when you look at the scroll, it's spotlessly clean, without even any extra scratches, and there's no sign of it ever being sold.

"I don't know who the artist of this painting is, but this painting is flawed." Bai Wan said firmly.

"That's impossible!" said the scholar beggar. "It's obvious you know nothing!"

silence--

Bai Wan naturally snatched the scroll from his hand and clearly saw the flaws it had once had.

"Hey! How dare you!!"

The person on the other side was so anxious that he almost cried.

A scoundrel here picked up the pen and ink he carried with him and added a few flying swallows to it.

The empty and lonely scene immediately became more lively.

"The previous painting showed a hero going to his death and never returning, which was a bit too bleak. But the clouds and fog are clearly dispersing, so there must be hope."

Bai Wan's mood at this moment is completely different from when he first painted this picture.

"Your brushwork is surprisingly similar to that of Xi Meng Jushi?" the scholar-beggar hesitated. "The scene in the painting has changed."

It was sunset and sunlight was pouring into the city.

However, Bai Wan stood upright holding the painting. Although he was wearing tattered clothes, he did not look like a beggar at all.

"Hehehe!"

He returned the scroll to the other party and said: "If life becomes difficult in the future, it is better to sell this painting."

If I can't even eat, what's the point of guarding this paper that can't be eaten or drunk...

It turns out that the people of Xuanli don’t have a good life either!

The scholar-beggar opposite was holding the painting, looking a little surprised.

My heart felt hot and unrealistic ideas popped up in my mind.

Even overjoyed: "You are..."