You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan's words were too sharp, and Song Zhuqing felt embarrassed.

He looked a little embarrassed, and walked forward with his cane to take the scroll from Song Yuanshan's hand, then turned sideways to Luo Wenqi and asked:

"Layman, I know that you have a very good personal relationship with Lord Ling. Why don't you take a look at the authenticity of this handwriting?"

Luo Wenqi's beard trembled, and he took the scroll reluctantly.

When it comes to recognizing Brother Zichen's handwriting, who else in this world can compare to Han Miaoran! Even if he has lost his memory, he can still recognize it!

"Look, this calligraphy is indeed fake." Luo Wenqi also quickly discovered the poor quality of this calligraphy.

To recognize a person's handwriting, you only need to look at the writing style, strength, and usual direction.

Many people can imitate the style of a pen, but they cannot imitate the exact direction and strength, because everyone's wrist strength is completely different.

Of course, the person next to me relies on his feelings at most.

"I see... this seal appears to be real..." Luo Wenqi said in a low voice.

Then, Song Zhuqing stared at Song Yuanshan: "Shan'er, where did you get this word?"

Song Yuanshan swallowed hard and said weakly:

"My son bought this from a groom in Qingfeng Mountain. The groom said he knew Lord Ling! I think the calligraphy is similar to the one my father hung in his study, and there is also a seal..."

"That's enough! How could a groom know Lord Ling? And how could he give you calligraphy so casually!" Song Zhuqing felt that this was really a joke, "Don't embarrass yourself here!"

Song Yuanshan glared at Bai Wan fiercely, which made people feel creepy.

However, Bai Wan didn't pay attention to this person's gaze, but cautiously nudged Luo Wenqi next to him with his elbow:

"Xiao Luoluo, are you sure this seal is real?"

Luo Wenqi held the scroll and pondered for a moment:

"Well, Brother Zichen's seal once had a corner accidentally broken, so a forger wouldn't be so coincidental. Besides, this is an important thing to prove his identity, so he would never let others use it to forge calligraphy and paintings to impersonate himself."

Bai Wan narrowed her eyes.

This means Brother Zichen! That is, the seal of this Minister of Rites Ling Shumo was forced to be lost and became someone else's impersonation.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly thousands of silver threads intertwined in his mind.

So Bai Wan asked, "Where is Qingfeng Mountain? Can the groom still find it?"

Song Yuanshan glared at him again, unwilling to answer. But as soon as he raised his eyes, he was shocked by Song Zhuqing's majestic eyes and had to mutter.

"Qingfeng Mountain is at the junction of Baiyun City and Zhengzhou. I met the horseman on my way to look for the painter. I...originally saw that he had some scrolls...I thought he was privately selling famous paintings and calligraphy..."

The voice gets quieter and quieter.

After all, isn't it just for the sake of cheapness?

Seeing everyone watching the fun, Song Zhuqing felt a little embarrassed. He quickly waved his hand and sent his son away.

"You have no eyesight. You'd better stay in your room and don't come out!" he said.

Bai Wan watched the man walk away reluctantly, and patted Song Yuanshan's shoulder with understanding.

"Brother, I understand. Actually, it's not shameful for you to buy fake calligraphy and paintings to save money. It's just that it's a bit too stingy to do this on your dad's birthday!" he said.

What do you know!

These words stabbed like a knife.

Song Yuanshan disdainfully shook off the man's hand that was patting his shoulder, snorted, and walked aside.

Bai Wan smiled bitterly in astonishment. In fact, he really didn't feel ashamed!

Then, as if they had deliberately forgotten the farce that had just happened, everyone began to toast each other and ask about each other's well-being.

Song Zhuqing didn't know what to say, so he had to pretend that what happened just now had not happened and continued the birthday party in embarrassment.

In the end, the entire birthday party was improvised and full of gossip.

Everyone outside the Song Mansion was whispering to each other. They seemed to have forgotten that the protagonist of this birthday banquet was the "General's Autumn Hunting" by painter Qi Tu, which had taken dozens of painters a lot of trouble.

I only remember that Song Yuanshan took advantage of the situation and found a coachman to buy Ling Shumo's fake calligraphy to celebrate his father's birthday, but he was exposed in court.

At this time, several painters and servants brought by Luo Wenqi also followed the carriage and hurried back one by one.

Bai Wan specially got into a carriage with Luo Wenqi. He had a half-smile on his face and sharp eyes, staring at people who were really at a loss.

"Hey, can you stop looking at me like that?" Luo Wenqi couldn't help but say.

The same problem seems particularly funny when it comes to different people and different situations.

Bai Wan raised her lips and chin: "Xiao Luoluo, this Lin'an hermit? The former painter and calligrapher? The current Minister of Rites Ling Shumo? Brother Zichen? Hmm——"

The last sound was even pitched higher.

These continuous questions are probably not questions but confirmations.

Luo Wenqi made up his mind, closed his eyes suddenly and said: "Brother Zichen's name is Ling Shumo, and he is indeed the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty!"

"Oh, I see!" Bai Wan responded lightly.

Seeing that this person didn't seem to have any further reaction, Luo Wenqi asked, "Don't you blame us for hiding it from you?"

Bai Wan smiled and said, "You haven't hurt me, you've even helped me. It's just hiding your identity, it's nothing. Who hasn't told a lie or two?"

"Then you don't want to ask about your real identity and background?" Luo Wenqi asked again.

"If I ask, will you tell me?" Bai Wan smiled happily with her small white teeth.

"Since you won't harm me, I must have been your friend or brother in the past. You will tell me when you want to."

Bai Wan said this with great confidence.

Since Luo Wenqi and Ling Shumo are respectively one of the three saints of Daying Painting Academy, they are considered to be of noble status.

Then the only possibility that they are hiding this from me is that my identity before I lost my memory was very special, so they are not telling me for the time being.

Luo Wenqi's eyes darkened and he seemed to want to say something but stopped.

Although I knew that Bai Wan appeared to be a rogue, he was actually a sensible person. I just didn't expect that he could see things so clearly.

Speaking so fluently, one might suspect that this man has recalled his past memories of Han Miaoran.

Bai Wan had no idea what Luo Wenqi was thinking at the moment. He was still thinking about the coachman and Ling Shumo's real ink. The more he thought about it, the more strange it seemed.

"Xiao Luoluo, tell me. What is Brother Zichen, the Minister of Rites, doing in Xuanli Country? According to the route, could he be in Qingfeng Mountain at this time? Could he even meet a groom?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Luo Wenqi was really surprised.

The bearded man couldn't help but shudder, and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"Well, this is indeed impossible! Brother Zichen left Baiyun City half a month ago and went on a diplomatic mission to Xuanli Country. He should be in Xuanli Country now. How could he still be in Daying, or even in a place like Qingfeng Mountain?"

Bai Wan sensed something strange when he heard this, and was afraid that something bad might have happened to Brother Zichen.