You rascal, stop right there!

In front of the Song Mansion.

Before Bai Wan and Chen Yu got close, they heard some heart-wrenching cries and the sound of beatings.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

……

The sound of crying is frightening.

Bai Wan, hiding behind the stone lion at the door, swallowed deeply and bravely looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw several painters half-lying in front of the Song Mansion, and they were all carried away on stretchers.

At the front of the group stood a man in golden clothes, who glanced sharply at the dissatisfied painters below.

"You painters! If you can't paint, don't come here to ask for money. From now on, if you can't paint like my father, you won't be given five taels of gold! You will be beaten with three more sticks!"

This……

Bai Wan felt that these words were clearly spoken to her.

How could I be so unlucky! I finally made preparations, but I encountered things like reduced gold and extra punishment.

Therefore, Bai Wan, who knew the current situation well, turned sideways and tried to escape quietly.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yu next to him slipped and pushed him out immediately.

At this moment, a painter in white and a soldier in dark clothes were standing awkwardly beside the stretcher of the painter who had just been beaten with a stick.

Bai Wan saw the faint bloodstain on the painter's buttocks, and saw marks on his trousers, so he stepped back.

"Is this also a painter?" The man in the golden robe suddenly looked over.

"No! Of course not!" A man immediately laughed and shook his head like a wave drum.

Then, Chen Yu accidentally knocked the painting box to the ground, and the brushes and ink inside scattered, attracting attention.

The man in the golden robe took a look at the four treasures of the study, all of which were top-quality items, such as the Tiande Pavilion ink stick, the Cuihu wolf hair brush, and even the Huizhou brush holder.

Apart from the Daying Art Academy and wealthy families, I'm afraid few people can afford these things.

So, he immediately put away his previous arrogant attitude and asked with a hint of inquiry: "A painter from the capital?"

Bai Wan collected the scattered objects and leaned forward quickly: "How could that be possible? Of course not!!"

After finishing the painting, the second ruffian wanted to run away.

The guards beside him immediately stopped the two men, their powerful swords shining brightly, which was very scary.

The man in the golden robe behind him turned the white jade ring on his left hand, and walked towards the two men step by step with a hint of inquiry.

"Now that the painter is here, wouldn't it be a pity not to leave your calligraphy? Or would you rather choose to be beaten with a stick?"

There was an unparalleled arrogance and intimidation in his tone.

Bai Wan looked at this man, his eagle eyes and hooked lips, his eyes were as sharp as a knife. It was almost entirely conceivable that if he drew something bad, he would be beaten more severely than the other painters.

So, after careful consideration, he said, "Then let's beat him with a stick!"

Anyway, the purpose from the beginning was to punish and extort money.

Unexpectedly, the man opposite looked at him in disbelief, as if he had heard it wrongly: "You want to beat...beat with a stick?"

"Yes!" Bai Wan nodded solemnly.

It is better to just hit someone directly than to hit them if they laugh at you for drawing something.

The man in the golden robe didn't expect this man to play by his rules, so he just waved his hand and had him dragged away and beaten with a stick.

He looked at the man carefully. He was fair-skinned and tender-skinned. Maybe he begged for mercy and agreed to paint after being beaten with a few sticks.

……

"Ouch!!"

……

He cried out at the top of his lungs.

Just kidding, it's no better than anything else. It's much better than screaming and selling him.

“Oh…oh…oh…it hurts so much that my heart is broken!”

Chen Yu also imitated him and called out a few times.

The person next to him frowned slightly, thinking that this person had gone too far, and glared at Chen Yu fiercely.

However, it's too late.

The man in the golden robe, who had already noticed something was wrong, immediately stopped the guards from beating him and focused his attention on someone's buttocks.

The bulge looked more like a hill than that of an ordinary person, and even after being hit with several boards, there was not a trace of blood at all.

The man in the golden robe gnashed his teeth and slapped someone's strange buttocks hard, then lifted the cloth. Sure enough, he found a large piece of black pig butt meat tied there.

"I didn't know you, the painter, had this kind of fetish?" He immediately asked someone to take the shredded pork away.

Bai Wan was scared now, and said with a grin, "Brother! Master! Master! I just like to eat pork butt meat. Isn't this not okay?"

Unexpectedly, the man in the golden robe shook his head helplessly and spread his hands: "I, Song Yuanshan, hate it most when others lie to me!"

……

"Ouch!"

After a while, a pig-slaughtering scream came from a corner of the Song Mansion’s entrance.

……

I don’t know how long it took.

……

"It's finally over! Ouch! My butt..."

A certain man sighed with difficulty and emotion.

If he had known earlier, he should have run away instead of agreeing to be beaten with a stick.

Just as he and Chen Yu were both on their buttocks, the painter on the stretcher next to them whispered.

"Hey, you must be painters from other places! Why are you here? You come here to get beaten!"

Chen Yu felt like crying but had no tears. They were indeed here to get beaten.

Bai Wan felt extremely distressed: "At least you guys got beaten for your paintings. I was beaten just passing by. How unfair!"

The painter on the stretcher sighed, "I am Shan Shan, a painter from Jinzhou. I used to have some reputation. I didn't expect it to be ruined here. I'm afraid everyone will know tomorrow that my painting was rejected."

"It's...it's not that serious, right?" Bai Wan looked at the man with a trembling voice.

Do these painters care so much about reputation?

It's just a painting!

Unexpectedly, Chen Yu beside him seemed to have grasped the point, and said with a little sob: "Is this portrait of Mr. Song so difficult to draw?"

The painter named Shan Shan leaned forward and said, "Alas, the injury twenty years ago caused Master Song to be blind in one eye and lame in one leg. I didn't want to seek truth at first, but Master said that I had to paint it realistically. I didn't expect... Ouch..."

After saying that, he cried out in pain a few more times.

Bai Wan looked at the man who seemed to be in great pain and consoled him, "It just means they are asking too much! It has nothing to do with you!"

Then, he took a look at the man's buttocks, which were horrible to look at. Then, he glanced behind himself absentmindedly, wanting to look but not wanting to look at the same time, which was really funny.

Perhaps his own situation was not much better.

Just at this moment, a group of people appeared carrying a stretcher, the same white stretcher that Bai Wan had seen before that carried the painter away.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you carrying us away?" Bai Wan asked in confusion.

Unexpectedly, the people carrying them remained silent and just kept walking forward.