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Chapter 207 How Can You Cut Off Someone's Wings at Will?

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the weather is really cold.

Daying Art Academy was in a mess.

Painters with some talent were taken to the gate of the city tower and escorted to carriages and prisons along with concubines from the harem and some princes and ministers.

They will be taken back to Xuanli as captives soon.

Luo Wenqi took some valuables and walked out of the back door with the servant Bai Wan, intending to escape along the path.

But Bai Wan is not as good as he was before. He is too afraid of cold and has to wear thick cotton clothes and hold a hand warmer to feel better.

In order not to be a burden, he even got some lime powder to make a heating pack and applied it to his whole body until it felt hot.

He named it beautifully: Bai's Hot Meat.

People are not as good as the sky.

As soon as they escaped through the back door, they were stopped by swords.

The voice of Xuanli Army's search was very deep: "Here!"

The sound was accompanied by the appearance of soldiers holding broadswords.

"Mr. Qi Tu, one of the three painting saints, lives here!" the visitor shouted.

"That's too late."

Luo Wenqi had a gloomy face, raised his index finger, and kicked the capturing soldier away.

"Hey, you guys think you can stop me?"

He was as strong as an ox and could single-handedly pick up a searching soldier and throw him into the air.

Several people fell down in a rush.

These Xuanli soldiers did not dare to move forward. The order they received was to capture them alive and not to hurt them at all.

Everyone exclaimed in shock and had to think of threatening with swords.

But, after all, they were outnumbered.

The guards swarmed over and surrounded the three people.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

In the end, Bai Wan, shivering in a white cloak, was captured together with Luo Wenqi and the servant.

He tried hard to suppress the helplessness in his heart.

Based on the miserable conditions of the people that I had seen on the streets before, I could guess my own fate.

Everyone held their breath and watched the three of them being captured and escorted.

Bai Wan was being carried on a platform, and he made no sound along the way. Instead, he stared at everything around him. There were countless corpses strewn across the road, and the place was in a mess.

He looked at the horrific sight on the ground and was overwhelmed with emotions.

When I went to Beijing to take the exam to become a court painter, the bustling crowds were gone.

The scene of Ren Xing leaving the palace has become a thing of the past.

Sigh...

The once lively storytellers, the dough figurines makers at the city gate, the performers under the bridge, and the people who had their chests broken with stones are all gone.

The stall of the candy-selling girl was in ruins and empty.

Xuanli took away all the prosperity of the capital and caused the country to be destroyed and the families to be ruined.

The inner court of the imperial palace.

"Reporting to the general, painter Luo Wenqi has been brought here, accompanied by his two servants."

The sound in Xuanli's temporary residence hall gradually became louder.

"Are you Lay Buddhist Qi Tu?"

Wan Yan took a look at Bai Wan and felt that although this man had a pale complexion, he had a strong scholarly temperament and was considered a man of extraordinary character and appearance.

Bai Wan raised his head and stepped back calmly, "I'm not."

Wan Yan pushed him aside and looked at him with disdain.

"Why are you blocking the way here?! Get out of here, little servant!"

Bai Wan suddenly became angry and gave the man a disdainful look.

At this time, the commander of the Xuanli Army, Wan Yan, walked straight towards Luo Wenqi and bowed respectfully.

From his appearance, who would have guessed that he was the butcher who killed countless Daiying people in broad daylight.

Wan Yan put on a flattering expression: "It is said that Qi Tu's figure paintings are lifelike and are deeply favored by Emperor Daying."

Luo Wenqi glanced at the man, who had a hooked nose and a burning gaze, and seemed to value talent.

He shook his head: "Well, why did you arrest us?"

Wan Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "The layman is a talented person. Since the Daying royal family is so incompetent, why don't you join Xuan Li? His Majesty will establish a calligraphy and painting academy to provide for the layman."

Luo Wenqi thought of everything he saw on the road and felt extremely disgusted.

He was silent for a while, staring at the things around him without saying a word.

Wan Yan looked at the man and did not respond, but clapped his hands.

There was a "pop" sound.

A deputy general in military uniform came out from behind the curtain, bringing with him a wealthy woman.

Although the woman was wearing coarse linen clothes, it couldn't hide her pretty face and skin as white as snow.

"This is a beautiful lady that I have found. I would like you to write a portrait of her. Is that possible?"

After saying this, Wan Yan embraced the woman in his arms, as if he was already used to it.

The woman was not even able to smile. She was so frightened that even her expression was numb. She was like a wooden beauty, not moving an inch.

Bai Wan frowned, suddenly feeling that this scene was so similar.

I suddenly felt sad.

Could it be that these powerful people only think that painters must paint this?

"I don't paint!"

Luo Wenqi's face was stern and he refused verbally.

Even if he was a person who painted a picture album like "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things", he would not paint a picture for Xuanli that would humiliate Da Yingren.

"Really not painting?"

“Well, I just won’t draw!”

Wan Yan stared at the man for a long time, then grabbed him by the throat with a ferocious look on his face: "Master Qi Tu, if you don't paint, I will chop off your right hand that you use to paint!"

After saying that, he pulled out a big knife from the side and chopped directly at the man's right hand fingers.

With a thud, the knife stopped on the floor tile, just a millimeter away.

Just a little bit...

Luo Wenqi’s right hand was almost cut off.

This sudden change in the scene makes people feel frightened.

"Do you want to draw?"

"No!" Luo Wenqi still refused to give in.

Bai Wan suddenly felt admiration in her heart.

Although Xiao Luoluo is sometimes effeminate and likes to act like a spoiled brat by sticking up her orchid finger, she is much tougher than him and feels a little ashamed of herself.

Wan Yan took a trembling breath and resumed his previous decent smile: "Master Luo, please don't test my patience."

Luo Wenqi jumped up and slammed the table fiercely: "Hey! Hey! Hey! If you have the guts, just chop off my right hand. I'm not afraid of you!"

There is nothing to threaten.

Once he says a few more words, he must be at his most assertive.

Without saying a word, Wan Yan slashed at the man's right fingers with his knife again.

"Ah——" Luo Wenqi almost cursed in pain.

Bai Wan watched helplessly as the knife cut off the fingers of his right hand, and his thumb and index finger fell to the ground with a bang.

A bloody mess.

General Xuanli stood there, looking down arrogantly.

Wan Yan looked down at him with a smile on his face: "If I can't use this talent, I might as well destroy it!"

This matter-of-fact tone is extremely annoying.

"Xiao Luoluo, Brother Qi Tu! How are you?"

Bai Wan worriedly hugged the person who had just suffered pain, and hated the abuser so much that his teeth were itching.

Luo Wenqi has been a good friend for many years. He is the one that everyone tolerates among the Three Painting Saints and rarely suffers any injustice. But this time, he was treated like this.

How could someone who truly values talent cut off someone's wings at will?

How abominable! How hateful!