You rascal, stop right there!

Luofu Gardens.

Xuanli's envoy Li Yang and the Chief of the Ministry of Justice Lin Zi have already arrived here with a group of officers and soldiers.

Li Yang looked around and felt that this luxurious and elegant place was very eye-catching. He wanted to see what kind of person Ling Shumo, who had escaped death from Xuan Li, was.

No one would believe that a man gave birth to a child. It is nonsense.

Although there were rumors that the emperor forced this incident, he refused to admit it, which was absurd, and the people were in an uproar.

"Hey, Lord Liyang, you have come from afar, it must be hard for you." Luo Wenqi walked forward with a raised eyebrow.

The person opposite took a look at this man, and was frightened by his big beard, so he felt unbalanced and stepped back.

How could this legendary Three Saints be such a coy person, with his words and actions being so different from his appearance?

cough cough...

He coughed lightly and said, "Are you Lord Ling? You are really like the people from the place where you live. I think the men who won the big prize are all women who embroider flowers."

"Is it possible that you can't hand it over in a while? Are you going to cry on the ground and find someone to comfort you?!"

That's really harsh to say.

Luo Wenqi's face turned black!

The reason why he became so shy was actually not what he wanted to do.

Not only did he call him a sissy, but he also started crying when something went wrong!

The eight-year-old girl on the next street wouldn’t cry and beg for comfort because of this!

He immediately grinned and said, "I am not Lord Ling, and I am not unable to hand over this painting. How about you wait a little longer? I will definitely hand it over to you today!"

Although he spoke politely, he was actually cursing all of this man's ancestors in his heart.

Li Yang looked at him and sneered.

This picture of a bull giving birth was originally a pretext to offend Daying.

Since Daying is a soft persimmon who will not send troops even if the delegation is killed, Xuanli will be ready to fight if the map is not handed over.

The so-called reciprocity!

There was a "pop" sound.

Li Yang fell to the ground, and his buttocks touched the ground firmly.

He felt as if someone had kicked him and glared angrily at the bearded sissy.

"You! Do you know what crime you should be punished for humiliating the Xuanli envoy?!" he said angrily.

Luo Wenqi raised her orchid finger and looked at him with a friendly and worried expression: "Hey, sir, you accidentally fell to the ground, do you want to cry? I will comfort you?!"

"You!" Li Yang was furious.

He was a burly man with a handsome appearance, and he was not one of those fair, soft and soft young men. How could he be treated like a woman?

Then, he raised the sword at his waist and was about to stab the man.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite him grabbed his collar and waist, lifted him up, and spun him in the air.

"presumptuous!"

He boasted of his strong fighting skills, but this man threw him into the air in front of all his men. It was really humiliating.

Snap—— Snap——

His body was in close contact with the ground and he screamed in pain.

Li Yang looked at this man with disbelief in his eyes.

He is just a weak sissy who paints, how could he have such great strength?

"Someone come! Someone come! Detain him!" he said.

The soldiers from the palace who arrived immediately came forward and surrounded him.

The scene was grand and extremely impressive.

However, they did not dare to step forward. After all, even Lord Li, who had the highest martial power, could not control this man.

Luo Wenqi glanced at these people and felt happy.

You guys are bullying Brother Zichen.

Considering that the person was seriously injured and it took so long to recover, this lesson is considered light.

Just as he was thinking about it, Li Yang endured the pain and climbed up.

He was seen glaring at these painters, wanting to make an example of them.

Lin Zi from the Ministry of Justice stepped forward quickly, smiling: "Lord Li, in two days it will be Buddha's Birthday. Your country is religious, and if you kill people at this time, it may cause displeasure to the gods. Or..."

After he finished speaking, he signaled with his eyes to the palace soldiers, implicitly telling them to retreat.

Li Yang pretended to let go angrily.

Xuanli Country has been believing in gods and Buddhas for a long time. The so-called non-aggression treaty with Daying was also chosen on a Guanyin Festival.

But the people themselves are arrogant, aggressive, and like to fight for no reason. It is hard to say whether this is a contradiction or not.

"Hmph, I don't think these people can do anything special!" he said.

Lin Zi looked at Luo Wenqi and nodded, but the other party didn't even look at him and looked away.

At this time, Bai Wan, who was standing by the curtain, felt that there seemed to be a strong smell of gunpowder here.

He hesitated a little, pacing back and forth.

Then, he quietly asked Ling Shumo, who was still painting beside him, "Brother Zichen, are you in time?"

The man in blue who was painting with a brush turned to him, smiled, and said, "Don't you believe me?"

It's one thing to believe!

Being able to do it is another matter!

Bai Wan looked at the person who was painting with some worry, thinking that little Luo Luo might not be able to bear it anymore.

So he gently tugged at the man's red sleeve at his wrist.

During this time, the fingertips slightly scratched the skin on the back of his hand.

It looked normal, but it made the person feel a little terrified.

I don’t know when it started, but even the slightest touch between skin can make people feel like they’ve been struck by lightning.

Ling Shumo looked from bottom to top at the man's fingertips, then to his handsome cheek. Suddenly, he didn't dare to look the man opposite him directly in the eye.

Then he coughed lightly to himself.

"You! Can you please stop pulling me like this..."

Bai Wan was a little confused and immediately let go: "Oh, then I won't hold on anymore!"

Although he felt it was strange, he had never seen this man react like this even when he was carrying him to the carriage before.

Touch my hand, what's wrong?

Then, he leaned his head and looked at the painting created by Ling Shumo. All his ideas were in line with what they had discussed before.

"Brother Zichen, you are indeed a painting saint. You paint much better than I do! Please teach me someday!"

Then, Bai Wan suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Hey, you used two different kinds of paint, right?"

Ling Shumo paused for a moment, perhaps because he had not expected that this man would hit the nail on the head.

He looked at the man with complicated eyes, and felt that this was not something Bai Wan could know.

Of course he doesn't know.

Since Bai Wan knew that he was Han Miaoran in the past, he tried to understand many details of painting that he didn't know before, including pigments, ink, how to sign and seal, etc.

Our understanding of it today is no longer what it used to be.

"Yes!" Ling Shumo looked at the man with a little relief, and said faintly, "You proposed this direction that day, and I followed it. I found that using these two kinds of pigments can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Afterwards, he wrote the inscription, then took out his private seal, dipped it in ink, and stamped it.

As mentioned before, there is a gap on the private seal.

Bai Wan looked at the gap without knowing what was going on, and suddenly laughed, "Your private seal has a gap, it's old and torn. I'll make you a new one tomorrow!"

Ling Shumo looked at the man with a faint smile and nodded slightly.

He stopped writing after hearing the news of Yuebai's death, and later broke the lotus brush and smashed his private seal. It was indeed an act of impulse.

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