You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 176 Don’t you think this idea is a fantasy?

The surroundings were quiet and beautiful, the sun was shining brightly after the rain, and the breeze was warm. It was completely different from the lightning and thunder of the day before.

Ling Shumo listened to Bai Wan's words and felt that Bai Yi was lingering. He couldn't help but blush, which made his head hurt again.

Bai Wan sensed the situation of the person opposite him and pressed directly on the pillow.

"You're injured and drunk, and you still have the energy to do that. It would be strange if you didn't collapse immediately. Just lie down!"

When it comes to hangovers, he is much more experienced than Ling Shumo.

"okay……"

The person opposite felt that the tips of his ears were out of control and turned red quickly.

The voice of this response was apparently extremely gentle, but to Bai Wan it sounded so irritating.

Do you have to be so shy and stuttering...

It makes it seem like I'm the one taking advantage of others.

It's infuriating!!

Sudden.

"Master Ling, the hangover soup and medicine have been delivered." A voice came from outside the door, "You..."

This scene is truly amazing.

The man in moon-white clothes stood beside the bed with a calm expression, calmly stroking the man's shoulder. The other man was half-lying beside the bed, with a blush on his face, as if he was still exhausted.

The two of them looked like a scene where their beauty had been turned upside down.

When Chen Xingyi saw the strange atmosphere in the room, he suddenly realized what was going on.

He put down the sobering soup and the medicine bowl, and directly dragged Bai Wan out with the bamboo pole.

Until the two of them hid in a small corner and stopped.

Bai Wan was a little impatient and kicked the man directly: "What are you doing? Pull me out."

Chen Xingyi understood and winked at him, saying earnestly: "Lord Ling is still injured and drunk. How could you do that!"

"what?"

Bai Wan was quite angry.

"Ah what? Was it him who did it? Boss, don't I know you?" Chen Xingyi directly blocked all explanations.

I could tell the other person had a misunderstanding, but I really didn't want to admit anything.

"Okay, kid, shut up!" Bai Wan sniffed hard and gritted his teeth.

What can he say...

Are you bound by the bamboo-like body and shattered by the peach and plum-like teasing?

When Ling Shumo asked in his ear, he actually agreed...

I can't really put this into words.

No matter how thick-skinned Bai Wan was, her ears blushed and she walked out the door.

Then, he kicked the man hard again, and walked into the hall with anger.

Coincidentally, the medicine boy that Lin Fu had left behind called him and said calmly, "Mr. Bai, the master said that we should do acupuncture every other day. We must not slack off."

"Good work!"

Bai Wan laughed.

The medicine boy that Lin Fu had specially left behind was obviously quite skilled in medicine and had inherited the method of healing. However, except when doing acupuncture, he was usually very quiet.

His acupuncture movements were smooth and it was obvious that he had inherited the true skills from his master.

After finishing, Bai Wan quickly served him a cup of tea and treated him the same way he treated his younger brother.

"Xiao Shi, you did a great job. I'll rely on you from now on!"

His words were earnest and sincere, and the way he patted the other person's shoulder in an adult manner shocked the other person.

Then, the man came forward with a blushing face and said, "I have something else to ask you..."

Shi Yaotong was shocked by what he said. His face turned red for a moment, and then he spoke solemnly.

Bai Wan nodded repeatedly, keeping it in mind from time to time.

At this time, Chen Xingyi pushed something in front of him and said, "Boss, you asked me to bring this thing here. What is it for?"

In front of me was a dulcimer, painted bright red, with clear old wood grain and a straight body, as if a bright light was passing through it.

"Aren't you two good at music? Don't you understand this?"

The white peas are tapped gracefully, and the movement seems to sound like a clear spring, with a long flow and crisp sounds.

The medicine boy who was left behind not only learned medical skills from Lin Fu, but also got the true teachings of piano skills from his husband. He could play a set of "General's Order" to perfection.

A few days before he was trapped in the kiln that day, he heard the sound of the piano and suddenly some ideas came to his mind.

He touched the strings lightly, his eyebrows slightly knitted: "Learning chess is to have a game in mind and draw it. Learning yangqin is to understand the rhythm in your mind and write with ease. Everything is for painting."

Chen Xingyi looked at him and found it incredible.

"But don't you think this is a fantasy?"

The chess board is the painting, the light and dark medicine is the blue, and the rhythm of the strings is the charm.

Probably except Ling Shumo, no one would believe that this person could do it.

He happened to play a note on the piano and then withdrew his hand calmly.

"Compared to this, isn't it also ridiculous that you expect me, a blind man, to copy that painting?"

Chen Xingyi paused and looked at the man opposite him in disbelief: "Boss, what are you talking about is unlucky. I am an assassin, but I have long given up such thoughts."

Bai Wan put down the hammer and said, "But you stayed with me because you still wanted the painting 'Wanli Minyuan'."

"Yes, but..." Chen Xingyi curled his lips a little embarrassedly.

Bai Wan immediately took a sip of tea and began to recall the past few years.

"My eyes can't be cured for the time being, so I can't paint the picture for the time being. Your master probably can't wait three to five years. What's your deadline?"

He is not so carefree as to be unaware of anything.

Chen Er's original intention was to kill him, monitor him, and even watch him draw the picture again.

The brotherhood is real, but what will happen next is uncontrollable.

"Cough cough cough!" Chen Xingyi was suddenly choked.

I originally thought that this person probably wouldn't ask me directly like this, and I underestimated him.

"One month? Two months? Or half a month?" Bai Wan guessed roughly.

The person on the other side rubbed his hands in a daze: "It was supposed to be a month, but now it's only half a month."

Bai Wan suddenly felt like a sudden rain had just stopped.

"Did your master say that if I couldn't repaint that picture, I would have to be killed?"

After being stunned for a long time, Chen Xingyi said reluctantly: "Yes... But I really won't do anything to you, Boss... After all, we have been brothers for several years..."

There was a hint of uneasiness in his voice, and it seemed that he was really unwilling.

Bai Wan lamented in her heart: Is that painting so tiring?

But, that’s okay.

Previously, I always thought that the kiln fire disaster was an unprovoked calamity. Ling Shumo's commotion probably shocked a lot of people.

"Then just treat me as dead!" Bai Wan said faintly.

"what?"

Bai Wan curled his lips evilly: "Since I have died at the hands of Li Jiedushi, wouldn't it be better for everyone if the news spreads?"

Not many people in this world know that he lives.

"I can't paint again for a while, and you don't want to kill me. It just so happens that Li Li and his party saw me being thrown into the kiln."

"But..." Chen Xingyi was stunned.

After a while, he asked cautiously: "Boss, do you really have a grudge against the Li family? Isn't this just diverting the trouble away?"

No one will feel sad or happy about Li Li's life or death, but they will definitely be more interested in destroying Li Simeng.

It was so hard to cure his eyes, and he will be back to painting soon. How could he accept his sudden death? It is doubtful.

"Actually, don't you also want to kill Li Daxueshi?"

This statement is quite true. The master of Chen Xingyi originally wanted to kill Li Simeng because he saw that the Li family was not doing well.