You rascal, stop right there!

Day two.

Luofu Gardens.

Xu Chenhua, who was responsible for conveying the imperial edict and carrying the paintings back to Beijing, came to the garden to collect the paintings.

According to the imperial decree, Ling Shumo must hand over the painting of "Bull Giving Birth" on the third day after receiving the imperial edict.

But after waiting for a long time, no one showed up except for some painting students who knew nothing about anything.

Suddenly, a handsome and innocent-looking man in white passed by the messenger Xu Chen.

"Stop! That painter!"

"Sir, how can I help you?" The man rubbed his hands with a playful smile.

Seeing this ruffian appearance, Xu Chen rolled his eyes at the man.

He asked impatiently, "Where are Lord Ling and you lay Buddhists?"

Unexpectedly, this person raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "Oh, sir, don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

The handsome little painting boy said directly: "Master Ling has been diagnosed with pregnancy. He recently had a miscarriage and needs to rest. The layman went to accompany him to see the doctor."

What? ? !

Lady Ling is pregnant?

Xu Chen was stunned when he heard this.

Yes, this little painting boy is Bai Wan. Talking nonsense is exactly his forte.

Bai Wan looked at the two people with regret: "You don't know, ever since Lady Ling became pregnant, she has had severe morning sickness! She has been vomiting every day recently. These past two days, let alone painting, it's even difficult for her to get out of bed."

Xu Chen grabbed his collar and was furious: "Lord Ling is pregnant? Then who is the mother... no... who is the father of the child?"

what?

Is this the point?

Bai Wan never thought that this person would ask such specific questions.

Brother Zichen is pregnant, whose child is it?

I really haven't thought about it.

But at this moment, I can't think about those messy things.

He quickly slid down to his knees and said, "Oh, it was said that it was done by a heartless man. God knows who did this evil thing! It's really too cruel..."

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"It's so horrifying..."

Suddenly he felt that the word he used was not quite right, so he added another sentence, which seemed even more wrong...

The more he talked, the more it seemed to be true.

"Ridiculous! How could this man be pregnant?"

Xu Chen pushed the man aside almost in anger.

"Why not?" Bai Wan raised an eyebrow and said, "Xuan Li asked us for the bull giving birth chart because he thought that if we win big, bulls can give birth. So what's so strange about a man getting pregnant?"

Then, he lowered his voice and said:

"I might as well tell you that all of our big winners can get pregnant and have children. Those babies you see on the street are not necessarily all from their mothers. Even you, Lord Xu, might be your father's child!?"

Hearing this absurd nonsense, Xu Chen's face turned extremely ugly.

"Do you know what the punishment is for teasing an official appointed by the imperial court?"

Every word, gritted teeth.

Bai Wan led Xu Chen to the lobby with a smile on her face, and said as she walked:

"How dare I tease you? Everyone knows that I, Abai, am the most honest person. I have never told a lie since I was a child! I am the most honest!"

Xu Chen looked at the fair and handsome face. He indeed looked very kind, reliable and approachable.

But the words coming out of his mouth sounded like nonsense.

They arrived at the lobby of Luo Mansion Garden, which was empty.

Xu Chen was about to find Hua Tong to get angry, but he found that he had already brought him a cup of tea.

Not only was he smiling, he also looked very honest.

This person never considered that the more innocent Bai Wan's smile was, the more evil he was harboring.

"Lord Xu, come and have some tea." He handed over the water with a smile.

Then Bai Wan pointed to a small building not far from the window and said to him slowly, "Look, our Lord Ling is already weak. He went to receive the imperial edict two days ago, which was really tiring. He is still taking care of the baby now..."

Xu Chen frowned and drank his tea.

I just felt that what this person said just now was really absurd and ridiculous.

But when I looked towards the small building, I really saw a thin man in blue clothes, half lying on the bed, looking very sad.

"I think you should write a letter to His Majesty, saying that Lady Ling is pregnant and unwell. Can you hand in the painting later?"

Xu Chen snorted, finding it ridiculous.

If Lord Ling refuses to draw, it means he is disobeying the imperial order, and he can be directly sentenced for disobeying the imperial order!

But now I can draw, but because I am pregnant, I can't draw smoothly! What should I do?

He felt that Ling Shumo was simply courting his own death.

So, Xu Chen said to the handsome young painter in front of him: "If Lord Ling is not afraid of losing his head, then I am not afraid of anything either. I will just write a letter!"

……

Time has been delayed for a day.

Ling Shumo was still sitting in the painting studio with a frown on his face.

Holding a pen in hand, his writing style is elegant.

He and Bai Wan had already planned two strategies.

"Brother Zichen, wouldn't you be angry if I framed you like that?" Bai Wan leaned forward and said to him.

To be honest, it was extremely difficult for me to say those words.

Probably……

The man who put down his pen finally changed his expression. He looked at Bai Wan and said, "I said, as long as what you say is reasonable, I will believe it. Naturally, I won't be angry about it!"

So indifferent, without any great sorrow or joy.

Bai Wan actually felt guilty.

Then, Ling Shumo said, "I just said that I was faking my pregnancy."

My brother Zichen!

But there’s more!

Bai Wan bowed with a feeling of extreme apology: "In addition to saying that you were pregnant, I also said that you had severe morning sickness and couldn't even get out of bed. So you were abandoned by a heartless man..."

The more I talked, the more I felt that my ability to talk nonsense was improving day by day.

Then, he leaned his head and looked at the man, his dark eyes rolling around.

The man in green beside him finally stopped, put down the pen in his right hand, and unconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes with his left hand.

"Then you...don't say that again!"

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out such a sentence.

Bai Wan smiled awkwardly.

Is it possible that this person never loses his temper?

If it were any other thug, he would have punched me long ago.

However, Ling Shumo is indeed not a rogue and cannot be compared with the brothers I met before.

"Haha!" The man returned to his old ways and began to tease unconsciously, "But I'm really curious, if Brother Zichen is really pregnant like the girl, what would the father of the child look like?"

"He must be handsome and elegant, right? At least he can't be worse than me!"

……

This guy just took advantage of Ling Shumo's good temper to dare to say such outrageous words.

Put aside absurd words.

"For you..." Ling Shumo slowly turned sideways and handed him a small sample.

Bai Wan took the painting and saw a person with a bamboo hat on his back and an oil-paper umbrella strangely held up next to a little girl and under two bamboo trees.

The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Look at it...look at it...

Ni...Zhu...Ben...

You...stupid!

Finally, he suddenly realized: "Okay, Brother Zichen is scolding him in a roundabout way!"

What is a good temper?

In fact, it’s just that the way of getting angry is different!

So, he said, "Brother Zichen! I won't bring you any midnight snacks tonight! Eat by yourself!"

Suddenly he felt that the threat was not strong enough, so he added another sentence.

"Eat it all, I won't even leave you any soup..."