You rascal, stop right there!

Guang Xiao originally thought that the rumor that he would rather die than paint and had a strange temper was just a rumor.

As a result, they all verified it for him the next day.

Put gold in front of white peas, but ignore them!

Put beautiful women in front of him, but he ignores them!

Later, I almost put the knife to his neck, but he still ignored me!

It's like a piece of cotton that can't be flattened or hammered!

No matter how much you force them, it's useless. They don't take Shanhua Temple seriously at all. It's really hard to understand.

Bai Wan's position was very clear. He only agreed to be a guest, not to paint.

Disciple Guang Zong stepped forward to face Pu En and said, "Doesn't he have any weaknesses? Has he ever had a wife and children? Does he have parents at home? These are his weaknesses!"

This unintentional remark made Pu En ponder: "But Han Miaoran is an orphan, and I haven't heard of him being married."

Are you kidding? Han Miaoran's paintings are priceless, so if they get married and have children, how could news not spread?

Rich people living far away in the city can all have poor relatives in the mountains to spread the word.

After a while, Guang Zong muttered with incredible thoughts:

"Could it be that this painter Han is actually gay, which is why beautiful women can't impress him. His paintings are worth a fortune, so he has no shortage of money."

cough! cough!

Even though Puen was a bloodthirsty and demonic monk who was considered too worldly, he had never thought about such a thing.

Pu En was stunned for a moment, and saw that Guang Zong was serious and did not look like he was joking.

"Master, think about it! With his talent and fame, countless people in the world flock to him, yet in all these years, there has never been any news of him having a long-term lover."

There was not a single woman whose name matched Han Miaoran's romantic affairs in the tabloids in Daqing.

Anyone who truly pursues Xi Meng Jushi can easily verify the truth.

Pu En's eyes lit up slightly, then turned cold: "I don't believe he has no weaknesses at all. It's good to give it a try anyway."

The monk smiled, but there was a cunning look in his eyes. He really had a kind face!

On the day.

Bai Wan, who was under house arrest in a side room, was looking out through the window, looking at the abbot's side room on the opposite corner.

Pun's room was diagonally opposite, so he could see everything he did.

He looked like a guest, but he was surrounded by warrior monks guarding him and was not allowed to move around, which was like house arrest.

Fortunately, I was mentally prepared.

That day, Monk Puen came over with a smile on his face.

Bai Wan was holding a piece of weed in his mouth, leaning back in his chair with his hands spread out.

"Are you asking me to paint again today? I've already said I'm not in the mood these past two days."

This is not the first time I have been turned away.

Pu En bowed and smiled at Guang Zong: "Bring the person in!"

Bai Wan's face darkened. "You're bringing a woman in again? Is this a temple or a brothel? I already told you not to be so swayed by pretty women!"

The person opposite him didn't change at all and opened the door directly.

This time, unlike the previous time when a woman was allowed in, a man came in directly.

She had a feminine appearance and was wearing a bright red shirt for men. With her slender figure and feminine features, she walked in holding a zither.

"He is Yuxian, the most popular young prostitute at Xingling Nanfeng Pavilion, and the best at playing the zither."

After saying that, he closed the door gently.

Bai Wan coughed and said, "You really do everything you can!"

He wanted to kick the man out again, but he heard the man's fingering and sound of the piano were very familiar.

His expression changed again and again, and he asked slowly, "Are you from Daqing?"

Yuxian was stunned for a long time before she gritted her teeth and said, "No..."

Xuanli was captured. Such a good-looking young man was sold to the South Courtyard just because of his handsome appearance. It was an insult to his ancestors and himself.

I would never admit where I came from, even if I was beaten to death.

Bai Wan could see that the man's hands were bleeding from playing the piano, and he couldn't help but find it ridiculous.

What is Xuanli First National Temple!

He committed many crimes, including murder, arson, rape and looting, and even pimped for both men and women.

The music of the piano is melodious and the singing is lingering.

This voice was different from the previous voice, occasionally accompanied by some operatic tones and onomatopoeia.

Sometimes birds sing, sometimes water gurgles, and sometimes men and women sing duets, with soft music.

Bai Wan slammed the table and jumped up!

He praised the man with a feminine face, "Your skills are amazing!"

Yuxian's expression changed again, and she reluctantly fell silent: "You...you are so kind."

Bai Wan's eyes flashed, and she suddenly walked in front of him, smiling contentedly, as if the gloom had disappeared.

"How much money did the monk give you?"

The person opposite blushed and shook his head in embarrassment.

Bai Wan approached directly and said sharply: "Meeting you is really a great help!"

what? !

The man thought that this so-called patron was going to do something to him, but he found that he was just using his fingers dipped in water from the kettle to write on the table stroke by stroke.

He saw it clearly and almost stood up in shock.

The water stain read: "I will help you escape from Xuanli."

Yuxian's face darkened, and her heart trembled: "Sir, are you joking?"

There are too many people in the entertainment venues, but none of them are sincere.

It is already a rare opportunity to leave South Courtyard, and as for returning home, I have never even thought about it.

Then, Bai Wan stood up and bowed to him, "I have a request, and I beg Brother Yuxian for help."

The young waiter and the rabbit god were used to being looked down upon by the people, and no one had ever treated them with such gentlemanly courtesy.

Yuxian was at a loss for words and returned the greeting: "Sir, there is no need for this. I am just a slave now and do not deserve this kind of courtesy."

"Well-deserved!" Bai Wan bowed, "I'm Han Miaoran, a painter from Daqing. I want to save Xuanli's people. I need your help."

The brothel girl had already helped to deliver the letter, so this time she asked the young man for help.

The person opposite was stunned.

Han Miaoran?

Is it the painting saint Han Miaoran who is famous all over the world, caused a lot of sensation, and is wanted by Xuanli throughout the country?

Yuxian has been well-read since childhood and knew the three saints of Daying Painting Academy, but he did not pay attention to their appearance.

Now that I see him, if it weren't for his handsome face and scholarly air, he could be called a street thug.

"Excuse me, Han Huasheng. My real name is Pei Yi, and I'm from Yanzhou. If I can help the people of Daqing, I will go through fire and water for them."

Yuxian changed his previous worldly demeanor and spoke solemnly.

So the two of them discussed for another half hour.

Pun, who was not far from the door, smiled and nodded.

This time, Painter Han did not kick the person out, but instead let him stay for another hour.

So, he is indeed a homosexual.

I finally got what I wanted. It seems that it is safe to ask someone to paint a painting for me that will go down in history.