You rascal, stop right there!

Ling Shumo and Luo Wenqi had already left the studio, so naturally there was no one in the room at this time.

Bai Wan looked at the room and found that the furnishings were still the same as before, but this time when she looked carefully, she found the green curtains, the misty curtains, and the smell of sandalwood and green smoke.

Bai Wan looked around at the furnishings here and curiously saw a red brocade box next to the desk that caught her eye.

You can't say he was too curious, it's just that the box looked so valuable!

Walking into the brocade box, I saw that the patterns on it were luxurious and unique, with the same design as the brocade box I got in Miaoxin Painting Boat that day.

Bai Wan opened the brocade box as if possessed by a ghost.

There was a sound of "click", and an unframed scroll was lying quietly inside.

Once you open it, you'll be stunned!

The man in the painting has a black mole on the left side of his eyebrow, and his eyebrows and eyes are elegant, with a strong scholarly air. He is wearing a white robe and a white jade crown, and looks like an elegant scholar who is well-read in poetry and books.

This!

Isn't this yourself?

Although the clothes are very different from what I usually wear!

But that face and the mole on the brow were too similar to mine.

The look in Bai Wan's eyes seemed to grow darker and darker.

He knew that this person was him, but also not him.

It must be my former self - Han Miaoran.

Thinking of this, a different look suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he carefully looked at the exquisiteness of the painting.

Because Bai Wan suddenly discovered that the characters in this painting were obviously more accurate than those in "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things" painted by painter Xiao Luoluo, and the brushwork and colors were exquisite.

Especially the slightly opened eyes that really make his face come alive.

"It's worthy of being drawn by Brother Zichen! It's really amazing!" Bai Wan sighed, not noticing anything wrong at all.

Suddenly, when he turned sideways, he saw that next to the box there was the contract document he signed when he entered the Orchid Garden, and there was even more than one copy.

Some of the fingerprints on the paper were copied, while the other parts were my own.

Even, more than one.

Each similarity is circled in red.

If you count them carefully, you will find that they are countless.

Bai Wan immediately realized that this person was comparing identities by fingerprints.

In fact, in addition to the face, there are many other places where a person's identity can be confirmed.

Fingerprints are a difference that everyone cannot avoid.

The government, the Ministry of Justice, and even the Ministry of War all require the fingerprints of the people to be registered for recruitment, in order to facilitate personnel management.

Even though Bai Wan lost her right thumb and official household registration, Ling Shumo was able to match the traces of her other fingers one by one.

In the end, he should have confirmed that he was Han Miaoran, who had long been announced to be dead by the world.

"This guy is really... so bored that he's panicking?"

Bai Wan smiled bitterly, looking at the huge amount of work, and it took him a long time to utter this word.

How could anyone actually do such a thing?

It’s so troublesome that my head hurts just thinking about it.

Then he thought of that day.

A man mentioned that "Frosty Forest" was a painting by an old friend.

The so-called well-read old friend who died young turned out to be myself, just like a low-end picture book.

Was he disappointed at that time?

So every time I look at him, I feel sympathy, pity, closeness and even help in every detail?

In fact, Bai Wan didn’t know much about what happened between Han Miaoran and Ling Shumo.

All we know is that they were classmates in the same academy.

Later, he studied painting from a painter.

The others are the collective names of the three of them.

The world calls Han Miaoran, Ling Shumo and Luo Wenqi the Three Saints of Daying Painting Academy.

But now.

A rabbit god who quit his job as a painter and came to the border town of Zhengzhou to paint secret opera pictures.

One of them quit his job as a painter, took the imperial examination and became the Minister of Rites.

A ruffian who became disabled and lost his memory for unknown reasons.

It is almost in name only.

Bai Wan smiled self-deprecatingly.

He immediately put the scroll back into the brocade box and put all the furnishings in order, pretending nothing had happened.

He quietly left the study, feeling very conflicted.

If he were the same person as before, he would definitely use this identity to cheat people and make money.

And now, he must keep being white peas until he can recall his true memories.

For no other reason than his lost right hand and his identity.

There is also the friendship between Ling Shumo and Luo Wenqi who are worried about me.

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Zhengzhou government office.

Countless painting students are queuing up.

The clerks responsible for registering them were all careful and recorded everything one by one.

Luo Wenqi looked at the painting boy in his studio and twirled his beard slightly: "Hey, Brother Zichen, seeing them reminds me of the assessment when you and I were fifteen years old."

The man in the wheelchair watched all this calmly and said faintly, "Yes."

Ling Shumo responded, but was thinking about the person Cheng Huan mentioned by Yinniang. He was a man from Chengjiazhuang who also knew Brother Yuebai besides her.

This person is now in Zhengzhou City. I hope I can find out where Brother Yuebai went before returning to Beijing.

While he was thinking, he saw someone who shouldn't be here, and his body trembled slightly.

I saw a man in white with a bright smile walking towards me from afar. He smiled brightly when he saw the government office of Zhengzhou City.

He also asked the registration officer with great interest:

"Hey, is this where we sign up?"

The registration clerk opposite habitually said, "Yes!"

"Name?"

"White peas! Peas of peas!"

"how old are you?"

"About twenty?"

"Where's your native place?"

“Maybe Baiyun City?”

"First time taking the test?"

"probably."

The recorder frowned, feeling that this person was here to cause trouble.

There are not so many probablys and maybes.

"Are you really here to sign up?" the person on the other side asked in confusion.

Bai Wan smiled and said, "I'm here to sign up, so it's true."

Ling Shumo, who was not far away, pushed his wheelchair forward and coughed softly: "Why did you come to sign up for the painter assessment? You knew..."

"Knowing what?" Bai Wan suddenly appeared in front of him, "Knowing that I only learned painting for three months?"

The man came forward.

The two suddenly looked at each other.

Light snow is falling...

Ling Shumo's eyes were somewhat shocked.

Nervous, flustered, and unable to control my retreat...

Needless to say, he and Brother Yuebai grew up together, not to mention that the two of them once slept with their feet touching and rode in the same carriage.

Even closer distances were something he was used to.

Now that the distance was not that close, he actually felt a little awkward and even wanted to look away...

Bai Wan did not notice anything unusual about this person, instead he said with a half-smile:

"Brother Zichen, there are still five months until the exam in March, which is almost half a year. If you don't believe me, don't you believe Xiao Luoluo?"

This kid doesn't think he can pass the exam in one try.

But suddenly I had a brainwave and felt that I had a reason to become a court painter at this moment.

He wanted to know a lot of things...