You rascal, stop right there!

The next day after waking up, Bai Wan spent it in a dream.

He dreamed that he was wearing gold and silver, holding a pure gold brush, and sitting in a sedan chair while the people lined up on both sides to welcome him.

"Master Bai, your painting of the beauty is so lifelike! I'll buy it for twenty taels!"

"How can that be possible? How can a mere twenty taels be worthy of the painter? I'll give you fifty taels!"

"I'll give you one hundred taels!"

"I'll give you two hundred taels!"

……

Bai Wan smiled from ear to ear, bending over to receive the gold coming from all directions.

Then?

Then he fell off the bed.

"Tsk!" Bai Wan got up from the ground in pain, but stood up as if nothing had happened.

Maybe, maybe, maybe, that brother Zichen thinks he can be successful, is it true?!

Bai Wan was determined to learn how to draw a beautiful picture of a beauty. Since they had already sworn brotherhood last night, the other party would definitely agree to this little thing!

Bai Wan stood up and put on her clothes while looking at the green plate.

After eating a little of the medicinal food brought by the servant, he picked up the object for no reason and admired it for a while.

It was indeed something from Bai Ri Xuan. I had been thinking about it for days but couldn't get it. I just mentioned it casually and it was changed.

So, Bai Wan said to himself, "Actually, there's no need for me to dwell on the past that I can't remember! With a brother like this, he will tell me sooner or later.

Ah Yan, do you think your master has any difficulties? "

Why is there no response?

He sensed something strange and frowned.

Why is the orchid garden so quiet today?

Although the Orchid Garden was a quiet place on weekdays, with only a few servants, they always left in a hurry without saying a word to him.

But now I can’t even see A Yan. Isn’t that a bit strange?

Bai Wan jumped up, looking a little anxious.

After wandering around for a while without seeing Ling Zichen, he grabbed the collar of the boy who brought the dishes and asked, "Where are the people in the garden?"

The servant said, "The masters have all left, and only a few of us are left."

Bai Wan's hands froze for a moment, and he said, "Okay! What about Mr. Ling?"

"He went to Yuebai Study."

Bai Wan nodded, afraid that Ling Zichen had also gone to Yuebai Study!

So he quickly put on his clothes, grabbed the straw on his head, and ran out of the door to find out what was going on.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I was attracted by the sand and stone paintings on the ground.

The boats are dancing on the lake, and the bridge is vaguely visible. Although the painting is extremely simple, it can still convey some of the meaning.

According to the content of the painting, Bai Wan stopped.

This person actually left like this?

His face darkened.

The servant ran out, holding a cloth bag and said, "Mr. Bai, this is something the master left for you."

Bai Wan took the cloth bag and opened it to look.

There were all the things inside that he had seen in Miaoxin Painting Boat, a group of very exquisite study treasures. There was also a big silver ingot and two envelopes next to it.

Not only that, there was even a new set of white clothes and shoes and socks inside.

"This……"

Bai Wan thought of the torn clothes she wore last night. It was really hard to bear to think back. This person noticed it but didn't tell her.

If he only felt a little warm in his heart yesterday.

Today I felt that this person really did not look down on me and really believed that I could make a name for myself.

He couldn't help but feel that he was very good at judging people and had made the right choice of person.

However, this person left in too much of a hurry, not even bothering to say a few words goodbye.

"The master said that the previous work contract was not signed in time, and after returning it to you, you can still come and go freely in the orchid garden.

But since he is no longer with us, if you want to learn how to paint, take this letter to find Qi Tu, the painter in Zhengzhou."

Bai Wan curved the corners of her lips and remained silent.

Brother Zichen, how did he know that I was going to ask him for advice! He really can tell fortunes!

"No!" A certain man turned his head away arrogantly.

If he goes wherever he is told to go, does that mean I will definitely do what he wants?

The servant said, "The master said that you have the talent to interpret paintings and are not a fish in the pond. If you don't want to go, then don't go.

But you have to leave the silver ingot behind. Oh, and you also have to leave the contract you owe to the accountant!"

"Hey~ How can I take back something I gave away!" Bai Wan quickly took the cloth bag back.

Are you kidding? There’s such a big silver ingot inside.

So, he smiled faintly and said, "You didn't say you wouldn't go! You have to let me think about it, right?"

The servant felt uneasy when he saw this man smiling so frivolously. His master's repeated warnings were confusing.

As Bai Wan pondered, she remembered the man's gentle smile with his brows lowered, and his face as gentle as jade.

This person will never harm himself!

I can’t explain why, but I just believe him.

He looked at the boy and frowned slightly, "Tell me something. Am I the only one who eats the so-called dishes that the kitchen sends me every day? Ling Zichen and Ling Han have never eaten them?"

The servant was stunned.

White Pea pressed forward: "There is no tasting menu. I am the only one eating. Right?"

His face was very close to her, and her appearance was originally bright and beautiful. The questioning at this moment made her look even more cheerful and stunning.

"...The master said...I can't say it..." The servant huddled up weakly, his face flushed.

Bai Wan put away the cloth bag bravely and sighed continuously.

It was just a suspicion before, but now that the cloth bag has come out, it seems to be confirmed.

It seems that the person did not fail to recognize him, but just could not admit it for some reason.

He felt more and more that there might be some reasons behind this that he couldn't understand.

"Is there a recipe for those medicinal foods? Give it to me!" he said.

The blush on the boy's face had not yet faded, and he stammered, "This... can't be given to you!"

Bai Wan pushed the man to the ground and raised his fist to beat him.

Until the man became confused and timidly responded: "No, don't hit me. I'll give it to you right away!"

He thought that if Brother Zichen was not a lover or a waiter, asking him, who had no cooking experience, to taste the food would just be a cover.

This person must want to cure my amnesia, but he is unwilling to recognize me, so he uses this stupid method.

They tricked him into the garden and asked him to try some dishes, but in reality he was eating medicinal food every day to treat his illness.

Recalling what Divine Doctor Lin said before that his memory was not good in the past, Ling Zichen was probably also very clear about it. That's why he deliberately said that he didn't know him at all.

I drew a small boat and a small bridge and said that he would go to a faraway place and his life or death was unknown, so there was no time to tell him his last words.

When people pass under the bridge, they have to keep their heads down!

This person is using this opportunity to cross the bridge to apologize!

He thought of the handsome man in blue, who usually spoke in a low voice and was as gentle as a rabbit.

After doing so much, he just left without saying goodbye! I felt a little annoyed.

So Bai Wan whispered to the boy, "Also, bring me another kitchen knife!"

"Vegetables? Kitchen knife?" the servant's voice trembled.

The man narrowed his eyes and put his lips close to his face. His voice, which contained a hint of viciousness, was extremely terrifying.

The servant took one look at the man, swallowed his saliva, and ran inside.

After a while, he came over obediently with a black kitchen knife and the recipe.

Bai Wan opened the envelope carefully.

Well, I don’t recognize any of the words on it except the numbers.

Fortunately, there was a small picture of a medicine shop attached, otherwise I wouldn’t know what the prescription was.

He put away the tadpole writing awkwardly, and touched the blade with his right hand: "Hiss~"

Finally, he pretended nothing had happened and carved on the gravel ground with great effort using a kitchen knife for a long time.

"Alright! If Brother Zichen comes back, show him this too!"

Then he strode away.

The boy looked down and saw a big basket and an ugly big fly on the bridge.

The basket was barely there, the flies were confused, the notches were rough.

He didn't understand what it meant and scratched his head in confusion.