You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 257 Call me good husband, come and listen

It's daybreak.

The sunlight poured in through the window.

Ling Shumo was still lying on the bed and hadn't woken up.

The so-called wedding night is short but beautiful.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes dazedly and stood up weakly.

I reached out and touched the side for a while, but it was empty, no one was there.

There was still a faint warmth from someone on the bed, and the smell of ink.

"Abai?"

After one night, the man disappeared.

Ling Shumo put on his clothes in a hurry, feeling so anxious that he even buttoned the wrong clothes before rushing out the door.

The spring breeze blows, and flowers fall from the sky like rain.

When he looked up, he saw someone who seemed to have been sitting outside the door for a long time. He saw the ink in this person's hand, the elegance of his brush and the redness of the paper.

As expected, she woke up much earlier than him.

After a night of tenderness, he actually remembered the rules he set for himself, the six subjects of painting practice every day.

As people approached, the pen did not stop.

Bai Wan is still immersed in the painting.

He stood beside a stone table, on which were placed inkstones, pens and brushes, and in front of him were spread out several diagrams of the six subjects, almost classified into different categories.

A petal blew onto the paper, blowing across the ink stain bit by bit.

The so-called bright peach blossoms and vines are intertwined, bright and colorful, welcoming the wind, rain and thunder of spring, full of infinite vitality.

The emotions and inspirations in it are very elegant, completely different from his usual paintings.

Because of the emotions in it, this painting becomes even more shocking, brilliant and perfect, and seems to have broken through the bottleneck of previous painting.

This is the last work of the Saint of Painting after he was moved.

Ling Shumo watched him finish painting before he dared to walk forward, getting closer and closer, and sticking his whole body to him.

This is his, the only Abai.

Looking at the lotus petal marks left slightly on the man's neck, it seemed as if all the beauty of last night's love affair was still in front of his eyes, making his mind confused.

Ling Shumo's ears turned red, and he tried hard to maintain his handsome appearance.

Bai Wan put down the pen and let the man hold it.

"Why don't you get some more sleep?"

Ling Shumo hugged him, and the warmth of his whole body was transmitted through his arms.

"I stopped practicing yesterday because of my wedding, so I have to make up for it today. If I stop, my hands will be useless!"

This person simply hooked the arm of the person behind him and kissed him.

Still as bold and shameless as ever.

After marriage, intimacy becomes more natural than before.

"I understand." Ling Shumo kissed his neck softly, "You never stop practicing, even after getting married."

He never doubted this man's perseverance, and he would never forget Danqing no matter in the midst of war or love.

It's beautifully named: Make every day count and cherish time as if it were gold, so as not to waste your painting.

In terms of talent in calligraphy and painting, he has long been inferior to this person.

Bai Wan gently held the scroll with her fingers, "Let's take a look. This one is "Taoyao" and the other one is..."

The man hesitated and smiled softly: "We can look at the "Little Green Flying Swallow" in private."

That Tao Yao is the marriage peach blossom work we saw before, but this Xiao Qing Fei Yan... there are two men in the painting... what does this mean?

Ling Shumo looked at it and felt his body stiffen instantly, his face flushed: "You...how could you draw this..."

The two men undressed lightly and leaned against each other, like two flying swallows, with their left and right hands clasped together.

They were originally stroking the book together, but their cheeks were clearly touching, their postures were ambiguous, and their fingertips were moving intimately.

"Don't worry, no one will be able to tell who is in the painting." Bai Wan chuckled, "Don't you know what I'm capable of?"

This is not about the two people in the painting, but what is this person in the green robe pretending to be stupid for?

Covering your ears and stealing the bell?

Ling Shumo was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. He felt as if he was being molested and couldn't sit still.

Bai Wan was very happy to see that this man wanted to crawl into the ground because of his teasing.

Should!

I finally feel balanced.

"Mr. Ling..." Bai Wan turned around and hooked her hands over the shoulders of the person opposite her, leaning forward.

"Call me good husband, come and hear it?!"

Ling Shumo only felt the warmth and itch on his lips. Their breaths overlapped, and they were so intimate that they seemed to be stuck.

It took a long time for this person to organize his empty thoughts, his ears turned red.

"It's broad daylight, don't do this..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Wulai became unhappy, as he felt that this man was like two different people during the day and at night.

Every time, I don't know who always treats him like that...

Over and over again, several times...

How infuriating!

"Forget it if you don't scream..."

Bai Wan didn't take it seriously, instead he started to question her:

"I remember there seemed to be a picture album in my thatched cottage on the outskirts of the capital. The thirteenth painting in the fifth volume was the wedding night... How should I put it..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems the same as last night..."

"Thinking about it carefully, before... uh huh... no wonder!"

He remembered that the Longyang picture album was made by Luo Wenqi, who kept it privately and its whereabouts were unknown later.

It's obvious that someone is trying to hide something.

In this world, only this person could do it so impenetrably without anyone noticing.

"I didn't..." Ling Shumo was interrupted by Bai Wan as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You said one more thing without trying!?"

White Pea stared at him.

If you say nothing, it would be strange if you believed it.

Hearing this, Ling Shumo felt that he could just dig a hole and bury himself in the ground.

Life is short and will pass in a moment.

He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and calmed his guilty conscience: "I didn't look at it on purpose... I just took a quick glance..."

Then, I will remember everything I see.

Look!

There is no such thing as self-taught learning. Reading thousands of books is always useful.

Bai Wan rubbed his ears and said proudly, "I'm not saying you can't watch it, but we can discuss it together in the future, together..."

"How can you just read from a script?"

His shamelessness is as thick as the bend in the city wall.

We are all men, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

Not to mention looking at them, he had no idea how many evil-repelling figures he had painted in the past.

Ling Shumo was shocked by the man's intimate and shameful words. All his patience disappeared and he finally couldn't help but kiss him back.

"You...you shouldn't say such things..."

This shy, embarrassed, reserved, elegant and serious look really made Bai Wan feel very angry.

What the hell is this!

It seemed like he did something to this guy last night.

Obviously...

So infuriating!

"Zi Chen, I really doubt..." Bai Wan forced herself to calm down the anger in her heart, "Maybe I have lost my memory again."

Then he added: "Forget it, you are mine anyway."

Ling Shumo felt very guilty and could only push the person gently, his starry eyes filled with him, before he quietly closed his eyes.

Bai Wan looked at the man's beautiful smile and thought to herself, "Forget it, forget it."

"Zi Chen, are we going to the government office and the military camp today?"

"You forgot that we have ten days off and ten days off. Once the resignation documents are approved tomorrow, we can retire." Ling Shumo was filled with emotion.

"I never thought that we would end up resigning from office and retiring." Bai Wan smiled faintly.

After experiencing the previous dynasty's stupidity and confrontation with enemy countries, it seems that people are confused and helpless about the future.

Now that I have this guy in my hands, it seems like everything has returned to the starting point.

"Abai, where do you want to go after you retire?"

Bai Wan thought for a moment and said, "I want to get a boat and sail along the river, painting all the beautiful scenery in the world and showing my concern for people's livelihood."

"Or, we can work with Brother Qi Tu to build the Dingbei Painting Society and classify folk painters, musicians and craftsmen into different categories."

Ling Shumo patted his shoulder, his eyes sparkling: "I just want to be a teacher, away from the disputes in the court."

He has never liked being an official, but he is always forced to move forward.

Bai Wan kissed the corner of the person opposite her lips.

"That's fine. You open a school to teach, and I'll travel around the country to paint."

"I'm going to travel around the country and paint whatever my heart desires. You just wait for me at home!"

"After all, I still want to draw the best picture in the world!"

That's what I said.

It was as if he was treating himself as a husband who was working away from home.

"As long as you are happy." Ling Shumo smiled.

The two embraced each other affectionately, truly like newlyweds, inseparable.

at this time.

There was a rustling sound in the grass and mottled shadows of the trees.