You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 217 You are not an ordinary painter in my heart

Ling Shumo looked at him quietly, without making any noise to interrupt him, and just listened to the man talking and complaining.

What Ah Bai said was exactly what he was thinking...

The fall he witnessed with his own eyes was far more shocking than what he heard about it. This pain was different from that of others.

"In my heart, you are not an ordinary painter. You once wanted to be heard by the gods. Even if the gods are gone, you can still be a swordsman and a judge." Ling Shumo probed.

Even if you are a painter, what does it matter if you can't march and fight? Having this heart is better than holding a sword or a halberd.

result--

The person in the bathtub listened to this and fell asleep.

There was no reply at all. He is becoming more and more careless.

Ling Shumo sighed quietly, picked up the sleeping person from the bathtub, and gently put him on the bed.

Seeing someone who had just finished bathing, with long hair like a waterfall, and a few drops of water and skin under the white clothes. The jade neck was defenseless, which was really charming and torturous.

Suddenly close your eyes, look at your nose with your eyes and look at your heart with your nose.

He concentrated his mind, took the powder copy of Bai Wan's portable album, and touched it while shifting his gaze.

Ling Shumo originally came to deliver medicine, but when he saw this thin figure with a pure heart, he made up his mind.

No matter how many times he read it, he was always amazed at the people's sufferings and the text and pictures in his heart, the concise brushwork, and the intelligence and tenacity.

Ling Shumo sighed to himself for a long time before he managed to control his impulsive thoughts.

He directly applied medicine to the man's skin and flesh wounds, then tucked the quilt in for the unruly man and kissed him between the eyebrows.

Finally, close the door tightly so that no cold wind can get in.

"take a good rest!"

Ling Shumo finally returned to the desk beside his study and began to review official documents.

The situation to recover Yanzhou is difficult now, and the military pay is insufficient, so it is not advisable to send troops.

The reason why he rebelled was the same as what Abai thought.

It is not only for the country to fight against the enemy, but also for the well-being of the people.

……

Day two.

Bai Wan sat in front of the window, staring at the clouds in the sky and drinking the porridge in the bowl without any taste.

His eyes looked tired, as if he was having a dream.

"Boss, it's very cold today, why are you opening the window to let in the fresh air?"

Wang Sen who came up behind him couldn't help but remind him what he was thinking.

Bai Wan closed the book in her hand and said, "We are not sickly people or porcelain jars. We need to take a breath."

He had a look of "I am strong" on his face, his eyes were firm and determined. Then, he wrote down the incident in detail as a diary.

Wang Sen sighed, "Boss, the doctor said that it's unknown when your forgetfulness will be cured, and you need to rest for your chills."

"Well..." Bai Wan smiled proudly, "In the past, I would have swindled a basket of silver with my appearance, and even a broken bowl wouldn't be able to hold it all."

The person opposite sniffed.

It seems like I am recalling the days when we all cheated and deceived people, pretending to be sick and beggars to defraud money.

It really is——

Bai Wan looked at Liu Yun for a long while, then asked, "You are now a centurion, right? You are so powerful, did you get a raise?"

Wang Sen shook his head: "It's not convenient to talk about this."

The person opposite frowned.

Zichen is not the kind of person who would cut corners. It must be that Dingzhou is indeed short of silver nowadays.

Probably from his diet, we can tell that the white rice porridge he drinks is considered very luxurious.

"Fatty Wang, boss, I want to go out and see Brother Qi Tu, you won't stop me, right?" he asked.

“How dare I!” Wang Sen returned to his previous servile attitude.

Although Bai Wan looks much more gentle now, everyone can still clearly remember how those ruffians were disciplined and subdued.

So Wang Sen led his men to one of the large courtyards in Dingzhou that housed refugees.

These people come from all walks of life and from all over the place.

Originally there were scholars and literati, as well as performers and musicians, beggars and common people, vendors, farmers, and so on.

Nowadays, we can barely have a roof over our heads and eat vegetarian meals.

"In comparison, I live too well. I feel really guilty!" Bai Wan pulled his cloak closer and shivered.

"That's different, you are a patient," Wang Sen added.

Upon hearing this, Bai Wan punched the other party directly.

"I'll say it again, I'm not a sickly person. I'm just... a little afraid of the cold. That snake is also afraid of the cold, let it bite you and see!"

It's just far-fetched talk.

The person on the other side had no choice but to wipe his cold sweat and nodded repeatedly saying yes.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked into the bungalow.

Luo Wenqi and Shen Zhuyue were writing on the table with their left hands.

People in the world don’t know that Mr. Qi Tu is actually left-handed.

Although the chopped-off fingers of the right hand affected daily life, it did not affect the painting skills of the left hand.

As for Shen Zhuyue, it was because of what Bai Wan said that she went to Luo Wenqi to ask for advice about Zuo Li.

"That's great..."

When Bai Wan saw this scene, he felt that people who don't give up easily in life are worthy of admiration.

The two of them did not expect this person to come here. He looked pale and afraid of the cold, so why was he running around?

Bai Wan seemed to have a faint smile on her face: "Xiao Luoluo, I came here specially to see you."

This malicious smile and evil nature do not seem to be a good thing.

When Bai Wan is polite, he calls Qi Tu brother, and when he is naughty, he calls him Xiao Luo Luo.

The person opposite coughed.

"Hey, Xiaobai, what do you want?!"

Bai Wan said with a playful smile: "The country is in dire straits, can we do something?"

Luo Wenqi didn't expect him to ask this question.

He said softly, "Well, we are just painters, we probably can't help much. Everything depends on the planning of General Song's son Song Yuanshan."

Even someone like Ling Shumo, who has read thousands of books, is not strong in military affairs.

Bai Wan put his hands behind his back and said softly, "Brother Qi Tu, do you still remember how much one of our paintings was worth back then?"

"This..." Luo Wenqi's face turned red and white, "When I was famous, a painting would be worth at least one thousand taels. If it was just one, it would be even more. But..."

However, it was precisely because of their former fame that domestic officials became corrupt and used their paintings for bribery.

Therefore, the late emperor specifically ordered Han Miaoran not to write or paint for anyone outside the royal family anymore.

In the later period, people were not allowed to paint without an imperial decree, nor were they allowed to give paintings as gifts or learn how to paint. Even sketches were not allowed to be thrown away as garbage and could only be burned.

Bai Wan said, "Both military pay and people's livelihood require silver. I plan to paint a hundred fans and sell them to Lingyu to raise money to recover the lost territory. What do you think?"

Although Xuanli and Daying are currently at war, Lingyu Kingdom is extremely stable.

And now that he has been resurrected from the dead, this fame and talent should not be wasted.

There is always something people can do.

"One hundred fans? How can you finish them all by yourself, and..."

Luo Wenqi pondered in silence.

The person opposite him was smiling softly, but one could hear his teeth chattering.

"Hey, Xiaobai. My finger is injured!" Luo Wenqi's face turned pale.

Goosebumps all over the place.

Since his finger was injured, he has been living in Ling Shumo's place in a state of shock. In addition, with Chen Xingyi away, his former pretentiousness has returned a lot.

Bai Wan was silent for a while and looked up and down at the injured hand of the person opposite him.

"It's okay. Since this is my own plan, I can finish it by myself."

However, he still coughed lightly.

"When it comes to figure painting, Brother Qi Tu is unrivaled in the world. You are the painter of "Two or Three Things About the Eight Beautiful Pavilion and Me", and the fifteenth volume has been discontinued for a long time. Don't you plan to come out?"

"In these troubled times... who would still watch this..."

Luo Wenqi smiled bitterly.

This guy is such a scoundrel, he still cares about his ability to work.

Bai Wan was sympathetic and said, "Forget it, this is originally used to raise money for military pay."

He raised his eyebrows again and sighed.

"Your Zhengzhou City gardens and Beijing City shops, countless gold, silver and jewelry were looted by the Xuanli Army, and it seems that you are not angry at all! Oh my——"

Luo Wenqi touched his injured right finger with his left hand, squinted his eyes, and said angrily: "Well, I'll draw. Let Brother Zichen recruit soldiers and kill these bandits!"

As soon as he answered, two pieces of written white paper and cinnabar were handed to him.

"rub--"

"Please write a written agreement. I have a bad memory. One hundred fans per person." Bai Wan almost teased.

Luo Wenqi was startled: "Isn't it fifty per person?"

Bai Wan pressed his handprint boldly, with the cinnabar stained with red, as if he was drawing a sword and pointing it to the sky.

Shen Zhuyue next to him looked at everything in front of him with shock.

Is it shameless for Han Miaoran, the world-famous painting master, to cheat others in this way?