You rascal, stop right there!

At this time, Li Yang outside was already angrily shouting: "Master Ling! Can't you draw it?"

"Who said! Ling can't draw it?"

A clear and confident voice came from not far away.

Ling Shumo, dressed in a red official uniform, walked forward step by step with a scroll in his right hand.

His expression was calm and composed, and his steps were calm and orderly. He showed no sign of being intimidated or retreating.

Then, he raised the scroll in his right hand and untied the red thread that bound it with his left hand.

A "swish" sound.

A painting surrounded by golden auspicious clouds was opened, and from a distance it looked like a scene of gods and Buddhas.

Everyone was shocked.

You can actually see a painting of a bull giving birth to a calf. Strictly speaking, this should be considered a painting of Guanyin giving birth to a calf.

Their eyes widened as they could not help but move forward, their fingers getting close but not daring to touch the painting.

The painting shows a kind-looking Guanyin in white, wearing a dignified and elegant white robe, illuminated by auspicious clouds, and holding a pink calf with incomplete fur in her elegant hands.

Under the lotus platform of Guanyin is a sturdy bull with huge horns and a round belly, as if praying for a child.

This……

It's really an unconventional approach.

It is commonly said that bulls cannot give birth to calves!

This is against ethics, but since it is a gift from the immortals, there is no need to worry about the ethics of heaven.

The people of Xuanli Kingdom are religious and have complete faith in gods and Buddhas.

Since a childless woman can pray for a child, why can't a bull ask Guanyin for a calf!

This is what Bai Wan told Ling Shumo at the time.

When His Majesty sees the memorial and hears the news of his pregnancy, he will surely be furious. At that time, all officials will gossip about His Majesty's lack of virtue.

If Your Majesty wakes up from this and fights against Xuan Li, there is still a glimmer of hope.

If not, then I can only use this time to draw as much as possible. For example, I can use this theory of gods and Buddhas to draw.

Although Bai Wan's painting skills are average, he has many ideas.

Especially after discussing with Ling Shumo, they reached mutual recognition and made improvements step by step.

So tortuous.

It's ridiculous but also reasonable.

If Emperor Xuanli did not recognize this painting, it would mean that he thought Guanyin and gods and Buddhas were not trustworthy.

The whole country believes in religion. If the royal family does not believe in it, it may shake the hearts of the people.

So they had to admit it.

"This……"

Xuanli envoy Li Yang looked at the painting and felt angry, but he couldn't express it.

At this moment, Ling Shumo raised his hand and ordered the lights to be turned off.

It was dusk, and the painting was already hard to see clearly, especially when the surroundings became dim and bright.

The painting in Ling Shumo's hands began to become different from before.

In the painting, the sturdy bull with huge horns had a calf beside him, and the original bull's belly was shriveled.

Countless Xuanli followers around were also watching and were impressed.

Ling Shumo used two kinds of paint to paint. One was made of a certain sea stone and could be seen during the day, but was blurry at night.

The other is made of some kind of shell powder and can only be seen at night when the lights are off.

This is a shocking and absurd work.

During the day, this painting shows a bull praying to Guanyin for a child, while at night it shows the bull giving birth to a baby.

Regardless of the logic or form, it is actually possible to come up with such a ridiculous thing as "Bull Giving Birth to Cubs".

Li Yang stared at the painting with gritted teeth, and it was hard to tell whether the look in his eyes was due to shock or anger at the strange painting.

"Lord Ling, you are indeed a talented painter. Fortunately, you came back from Xuanli without hurting your hands. Otherwise, I would not be able to see such a wonderful painting!"

The teasing and humiliating meaning in the tone was evident.

The reason for Xuanli Kingdom to stir up trouble was blocked by this painting.

He was really dissatisfied.

Ling Shumo looked up and felt that this man was extremely hateful. If he had not been rational, he would have stabbed this man with the sword a lot.

Although he believed in gods and Buddhas, he did not hesitate to provoke war.

This man didn't feel any guilt at all for the innocent followers who died in the delegation.

Bai Wan, who was standing beside him, saw that Ling Shumo had a calm expression, but her fingers unconsciously pinched the corner of his clothes.

The longer Bai Wan spent with Ling Shumo, the more she discovered that although this man had an unpredictable expression, he would always unconsciously hold something in his hands to conceal his emotions.

"Of course, the talent of our Lord Ling is beyond the imagination of you Xuanli people!"

Bai Wan smiled playfully and stood quietly in front of Ling Shumo.

He had a ferocious expression as if he was protecting his child...

Li Yang was already feeling uncomfortable, and the white-clothed painter who appeared out of nowhere immediately angered him.

"Who are you? When I am talking to your masters, a servant should not interrupt me!"

Before Ling Shumo could say anything.

Bai Wan immediately said in a low voice: "My lord, you are right! I am not a thing, but you are the thing. And you are the best thing in the world..."

He showed a cynical smile: "You are definitely more valuable than the 20-liang Yunjin in Bairixuan!!!"

"Abai!" Ling Shumo whispered to stop him.

Bai Wan had to shut up.

"Sir Li, this painting student has just been admitted to the studio, and he speaks without thinking. You should not be the kind of person who would care about this matter!" Ling Shumo bowed and said.

"Hmph! How dare you, a mere painting student, be so rude. I don't bother to argue with you!" Li Yang snatched the scroll directly, turned around and left.

Looking at the man's back as he walked out the door, Bai Wan glared at him impatiently several times.

It’s really hard to understand!

Why did the imperial court treat the envoy from the enemy country who killed their envoy so well?

Pooh!

So he quietly called out to a ginger cat in Luo Wenqi's yard and gave it a wink.

This one was raised with wild jujube at our home. It's extremely smart and powerful.

I saw it and Bai Wan looked at each other fiercely, and then they understood each other and ran out of the door.

"Ah——where did this wild cat come from!"

A shrill scream came from the valuable thing outside the door.

"Bah, you're getting lucky by using your few cat claw marks to pay off the wounds on brother Zichen's body!" Bai Wan smiled wickedly.

……

under night.

The wind is calm and solemn.

The Criminal Justice Officer Lin Zi was standing in front of the door and had not yet left.

Ling Shumo stepped forward and said, "Lord Lin, the painting has been handed over! Isn't it time for you to return to the capital to report?"

The person opposite smiled and said, "It is said that Lord Ling has not painted for many years, but I never thought that he is still so skilled in painting. I admire him!"

Ling Shumo said calmly: "This painting was painted by Abai and Ling together, not just by one person."

Lin Zi sighed in his heart: In this world, besides Han Miaoran and Luo Wenqi, there is actually someone else who can paint with Ling Shumo.

He couldn't help but look at the painter in white, who was adjusting his sleeves, and his eyes were full of brightness when he raised them.

But he couldn't laugh. He felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, like a monster from somewhere.

A moment of silence.

"Lord Ling." Lin Zi bowed and said with a fake smile, "His Majesty has ordered that if you cannot draw this picture, you will be escorted back to the capital to be punished."

Ling Shumo was silent for a while, but his expression was not very good.

Your Majesty, after the incident of the diplomatic envoys, is still able to do such things to force good ministers.

It's really chilling.

"What about now?" Ling Shumo asked calmly.

Lin Zi bowed and said, "Lord Ling, your leg injury is almost healed. There are more matters in the Ministry of Rites in the capital that need your personal attention, especially since Ling Yu is about to win a big victory..."

The tone sounded increasingly harsh.

"So..." Ling Shumo said calmly, "regardless of whether I can help Da Ying solve this siege or not, I have to return to Beijing."

"Yes!" Lin Zi said.

The air around him was silent for a while.

Ling Shumo stared at this person, his eyes seemed to be filled with shock and annoyance...