You rascal, stop right there!

the other side.

Because of Chai Jin's deliberate arrangement, the officers and soldiers in the surrounding towns who were looking for Han Miaoran bypassed Guojia Village.

There was no progress for half a month, and no one found Han Miaoran...

During this period, Chai Jin secretly observed everything in the thatched cottage from time to time.

He did promise not to bother him again, but as a painter, he still had a glimmer of hope, wondering when this man would change his mind.

As a result, we only see the two of them together every day, oblivious to the people around them.

They were either watering the fields together in the yard with the morning breeze blowing on their faces, or painting together on the stone table.

Even when Ling Shumo went to the academy to teach and Bai Wan went to paint spirits for people, they seemed reluctant to leave.

It can be a scene of intimacy and tranquility, or it can be filled with noise and quarrels.

Many years ago, he was surprised that the relationship between the two was like that of a couple, and now it seems to be confirmed.

Broken sleeves?

The secret tastes of the masters of painting and calligraphy.

He was shocked: he disregarded the rules of propriety, was a heretic who went against human ethics and was alienated from the world.

Chai Jin had no say.

Because even if Han Miaoran is a homosexual, his painting skills and passion still make him a painting saint, and it will not affect his talent in the slightest.

Looking at the painting of the Fire Wave Falcon on the huge rocky mountain wall not far away, it is so dazzling in the interweaving, and no one can match it.

Chai Jin's arms sank slightly, and he sighed:

"Well, the so-called painting saint is probably someone who indulges his emotions in the landscape with his brush, expressing his infinite feelings through his writing..."

Finally, he decided to give up and leave.

The gift box was still placed at the door, along with the silver and letters that had been used to help him.

……

Caizhou City Post Station.

Dozens of officers and soldiers have dispersed, and military officer Pang Long, who is waiting for them in the sunset, has been waiting for a long time.

"Lord Pang, we have now confirmed that there is no Han Huasheng in Caizhou. Shall we return to the capital to report?"

Chai Jin put away the scroll with a calm tone.

The dozens of people opposite did not move, but stood straight.

Military officer Pang Long practically rubbed his stubble with his scabbard. "Master Chai, what are you talking about? Han Huasheng hasn't been invited to the capital yet, so how can we leave?"

Chai Jin leaned sideways, watching the burly shadow of the man opposite him extending behind him, full of murderous intent.

"There is no Han Huasheng in Caizhou!"

He repeated it again.

Military officer Pang Long's scabbard was cold as ice. He said sternly, "Where did Lord Chai go just now?"

Chai Jin's expression changed: "Toilet."

flatly denied.

Pang Long sneered, then looked at him with a different expression.

"Toilet?! Do I need to go to Guojia Village to use the toilet?"

"Chai Shizhao, Han Huasheng is in Guojia Village, right? You deliberately didn't let us search because he was there, right?"

Chai Jin muttered, "There's no Han Huasheng there. He's just my lifesaver from many years ago."

He spoke as if it were a matter of course and with all his heart, as if he had spoken out all his regrets.

After saying that, he continued to pack up and leave.

"Wait!"

Military officer Pang Long was like a bolt of lightning.

"Do you know that if we find the best painting in the world by Han Huasheng, His Majesty will definitely reward us. We will definitely be promoted to higher positions, and we will get gold, silver, jewelry, and wealth."

"In half a month, His Majesty will ascend the throne!!!"

He was almost cursing, even malicious.

It feels like something that should be in your hands is out of your control.

"Chai said he has never met Han Huasheng."

Chai Jin remained so calm.

Seeing that the man opposite was so stubborn, military officer Pang Long's eyes were fierce and his teeth were chattering.

"it is good--"

"Give the order to everyone to search every house in Guojia Village. Sooner or later, we will find the Painting Saint."

He firmly believed that since it was just a small village with dozens of households, he would be able to invite the painting master as long as he used gold, silver and other treasures.

Chai Jin's face was cold, remembering that His Majesty had just asked him to paint portraits of court officials and include them in history books.

All of them are full of threats and inducements, and try their best to please.

Every painting is so involuntary and cannot be reproduced exactly like the real person.

And this General Pang Long was a usurper who relied on the power of his relatives to coerce and bribe people into painting his eyes bigger and his clothes with complicated and unsuitable folds.

"Hey--"

Chai Jin sighed deeply.