You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 390 Special Calling of Han Miaoran, the Painting Master

The unification of Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan was so natural, and the destruction of the alliance between Lingyu and Daqing was a matter of course.

The entire Qing Dynasty has changed from being the weakest among the Three Kingdoms to what it is today.

He gained the trust of most people in troubled times with his extraordinary planning, integration of the three kingdoms' armies, and conflict resolution.

Even in a small place like Guojia Village, everyone knows that Emperor Qing will unify the Three Kingdoms and will ascend the throne after the new year.

Song Yuanshan used both kindness and force, treated his subjects well, and actually won the hearts of many of Nanying's former followers.

He was reviewing memorials one after another and was busy preparing for the coronation ceremony after the new year.

However, when Song Yuanshan reviewed the memorial of Li Li, who was the Right Servant, he only saw a few words:

The best picture in the world!

The memorial described the story of Emperor Dayinglu Zhen, who dismissed all officials because of Han Miaoran's painting "The Best Picture in the World".

What he meant was that he wanted Song Yuanshan to order Han Miaoran to paint the best picture in the world again and let the world watch it during the coronation ceremony.

If it were in the past, Song Yuanshan would not have believed it.

However, in recent years, more and more people have admired the painting saint Han Miaoran.

Not to mention that his paintings had previously influenced the political situation and saved tens of thousands of prisoners, the public support accumulated by the rebel army's paintings of empty accounts was incomparable to that during the Daying period.

Nowadays, all the scholars and literati in the Three Kingdoms are aware of the rarity of his calligraphy...

"The best map in the world?"

Song Yuanshan lightly drew a red circle, and was quite interested in the fact that this painting could have dismissed hundreds of officials.

For a powerful emperor, it is better to control the country than to possess it.

In the end, he summoned Li Li.

"His Majesty--"

Song Yuanshan leaned low over the person sitting below him and suddenly spoke in a calm and dignified manner, "Lord Li, is the number one map in the world that you wrote in your memorial true?"

"I dare not lie. This painting does exist. Emperor Lu Zhen destroyed it back then. My father tried every possible means to reproduce it, but Han Miaoran would rather die than paint it, so he disappeared for five years due to an accident."

Li Li was still wearing his silver mask, feeling awe at the person sitting high above him on the throne.

What he said was half true and half false, which is the most credible.

Song Yuanshan raised his head and stared at the man intently, his eyes threatening: "The previous map has been destroyed. Does that mean you don't know what it contained?"

The light question immediately made Li Li step back a little.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...I really don't know..."

He had no choice but to answer honestly.

"But...but Your Majesty must have a conclusion in his mind about Han Miaoran's painting skills."

It's more than a conclusion, he's a weirdo I've known since he was a good-for-nothing ruffian.

Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan spoke in awe: "Pass the order down, summon the painting master Han Miaoran to personally paint the best painting in the world to congratulate me on my coronation ceremony."

It doesn’t matter whether the previous picture exists or not. This world’s number one picture, named after the painting saint, is more useful.

As soon as the summons was issued, people began to talk about it.

Since Han Miaoran retired, no one knows his whereabouts except for the occasional appearance of his paintings among the people.

Now, many people began to search for Han Miaoran among the people.

……

Caizhou city wall.

Bai Wan, wearing a conical hat, looked quietly at the yellow paper summons posted on the wall and shook his head.

"Are you calling me to draw the best picture in the world?"

Why is every superior interested in such illusory things?

Seeing him sighing in a trance, Ling Shumo handed him the small hand warmer and said, "It's a bit cold, let's go back."

"Um……"

Bai Wan raised her eyebrows and smiled as bright as spring.

The people around were talking about it and were very curious about Han Miaoran, the painting saint and the best painting in the world.

Everyone believed that if they could get to know the Saint of Painting and bring him back to the capital to present to His Majesty, they might have a bright future.

Thinking of this, Ling Shumo got into the carriage with him: "It's better for us not to come to the city recently."

"Are you afraid that Emperor Qing will summon me to draw the world's best painting?"

Bai Wan gently patted the small cloth bag in his hand.

Ling Shumo suddenly looked up, and his gaze on him became serious.

"Not many people know about your painting 'Wanli Minyuan' and Emperor Lu Zhen's edict of apology, and even fewer know about the world's best painting."

The implication is that Emperor Qing Song Yuanshan would not mention this matter for no reason.

The entanglement of those years is hard to explain.

Bai Wan gently lifted the curtain, and the cold sunlight poured onto his face.

"They don't want the best map in the world. You and I both know that."

Looking out the window at the peddlers of all kinds, his hair fluttered in the wind.

"How could Danqing, who deposed all officials and controlled the court, possibly create such a painting?"

Thinking of the misunderstandings over the years, and the pain and entanglements she had suffered as a result, Bai Wan smiled helplessly.

What's the best map in the world? How can we get rid of the unrealistic thoughts in their heads?

Ling Shumo nodded firmly, his hands elegantly wrapping around his shoulders.

"Okay, let them look for us. They won't be able to find us anyway."

At this point, Bai Wan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Zi Chen, do you think someone is impersonating me and going to the capital to collect bribes?"

Well, it’s hard to say...

This is the title of the Saint of Painting, and one of his paintings is worth a fortune.

In recent years, there are at least three counterfeiting schools that Bai Wan himself recognizes.

As he thought about it, he seemed to recall his great achievement in painting the fake secret play picture.

I have restrained my rogue behavior for so long...

Bai Wan felt from the bottom of his heart that there was nothing wrong in giving the difficult task of drawing the best picture in the world for the emperor to someone else.

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