You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 264 Don't be afraid, I'll take you up (thanks to Miss Song who loves layer cakes)

Bai Wulai pecked the man's lips lightly and replied smugly, "That makes sense. Their writing is not as good as my painting!"

There is only one person in this world who can say such shameless words.

Ling Shumo just felt that this person was extremely audacious and he hugged him and rubbed his hair.

What if other people suddenly come back?

How...how embarrassing!

But he couldn't blame this person, so he could only close his eyes, take a deep breath, and hold the face of the person opposite him:

"This tabloid has always been full of text, never pictures, so don't scare people."

"Zi Chen——" Bai Wan laughed evilly upon hearing this, "You did remind me!"

The man immediately picked up those private newspapers and smiled meaningfully.

Most of the "Important Drafts" are "spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred times until they reach the people." Human nature is curious, and people are often attracted by tabloid anecdotes.

Anyway, the dispute between the court officials' gazette and the tabloids was mostly useless.

At the beginning, in order to let Emperor Jiaxing dismiss Li Simeng from the position of prime minister, he painted the portraits of the 26 people who died in Jiangzhou and compiled them into a storybook to spread public opinion.

However, after all, not as many people read vernacular novels as tabloids.

Printed in the capital, and sold on the streets, it was the only channel for the common people to learn about the war and important affairs of the court.

If it were printed in woodblock print, its influence would be greater than the Mandarin version.

Then, Bai Wan kissed Ling Shumo intimately, causing his body to instantly stiffen and he gasped.

Ling Shumo covered his face with his hands and hugged him with a mixture of excitement and worry.

Just when he thought he was about to lose control of himself.

Bai Wan, however, was so fast that he quickly ran away.

He smiled in a relaxed manner: "Zichen, I won't sleep with you today. I have an idea for a new painting, and this kiss is my compensation!"

Well, the person immediately left the house and disappeared.

"you!"

"Well... now that you're done, remember to rest early..."

The voice of the person behind him gradually became hoarse and weak.

Ling Shumo's thin lips were still bright red, and his smile was gentle and helpless.

People have no choice but to forcefully sweep away the lust in their hearts.

He really understood this person. He was very important to Abai, but Danqing was more important, perhaps more important than his life.

What's more, he admires this person because he can't bear to give up his concentration on this matter.

Whatever, I feel satisfied as long as I am the first to see a new painting.

At night, the spring breeze blows gently.

A figure could be vaguely seen in the inn room, and the person was holding a pen at the table.

The man in white kept painting with his brush, as if nothing in the world could shake his mind.

"hiss--"

The little finger of Bai Wan's left hand was bright red, having been scratched by a piece of sawdust from the table.

After going through so many storms, this little pain doesn't matter.

However, he thought to himself: "This seems unlucky!"

The painting on the paper was dyed red, like a blooming plum blossom, which was particularly eye-catching.

midnight.

Bai Wan had already finished the entire woodcut, and then he fell asleep on the table.

He didn't notice that after he took a deep breath, someone gently covered him with a small blanket.

The man carried her onto the bed, then carefully closed the door and left.

The next day, the Nanying delegation arrived.

The negotiator's boat was docked at the Chijiang River, on the opposite bank of Qingliang Temple.

The waves of the Chijiang River are even more violent than those of the previous rivers in the capital, which makes people hesitate.

Everyone got on the boat, only Bai Wan was still standing on the shore, rubbing his hands together, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground.

"Don't be afraid, I'll lead you up!"

A voice spoke softly in his ear.

"Who, who is afraid! I...I always said that I thought...the water was made of glass!"

Bai Wan felt very embarrassed and coughed twice to cover it up.

Unexpectedly, Ling Shumo handed him a large scroll, and each of them pulled one end and walked up to the deck.

This scroll is larger than normal, and it is indeed not convenient for one person to hold it, but two people are just right.

There was silence all around. Bai Wan closed her eyes slightly and held the scroll.

We can't lead him up there in public, right?

I actually came up with this idea.

Even the method was thought of so obscurely and restrainedly.

Really...really virtuous!

Bai Wan rarely smiled.

The two men boarded the official ship.

Everyone thought that this was just the two adults helping each other, except for Wang Kai, the commander of the Cavalry Army, who snorted.

However, Bai Wan was really afraid of water at that time and ultimately did not notice the contemptuous looks towards the two of them.

After a while, the envoys from the two dynasties met.

As the official historian, Bai Wan was arranged to sit at the table with the best view on the official ship in order to be able to draw the negotiation scenes in time.

The negotiations took place in the center of the official ship.

The people who came from Nanying were all civil servants with thin bodies and elegant faces.

In contrast, except for Ling Shumo, the Qing Dynasty's side is composed entirely of generals, all of whom are vigorous and powerful.

Just at this moment, an old man in green official uniform walked out.

Bai Wan was stunned: Deposed Prime Minister Li Simeng!

Even though this person no longer holds the powerful official position he once held, the aura he exudes is still that of a man with great power in the government.

Feeling somewhat frightened, he grasped the armrest of the chair and suddenly stood up.

Looking at that person's back from afar, I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

On the other side, after seeing Ling Shumo, the people of Nan Ying wanted to kill him just by looking at him.

Ling Shumo used to be the Minister of Rites of the Great Ying Dynasty, but now he has become the Imperial Censor of the Qing Dynasty.

It was even a negotiation between master and apprentice, with both sides confronting each other.

It makes people feel complicated that a person from the imperial court many years ago is suddenly on the opposite side.

Ling Shumo looked at them with a calm gaze and a graceful smile: "Everyone, how are you?"

Just a few short words, yet still so gentle and elegant.

Who would have thought that this seemingly frail man of only 22 years old was once a renowned painter in Daying, and later gave up painting to take the imperial examination and become an official.

Afterwards, he actually joined the Daqing Uprising Army as a civil servant, fought against Xuan Li many times, and became famous.

There seemed to be a sudden wrinkle on Li Simeng's face, and he tried hard to suppress the jealousy in his heart.

When he turned his head and saw something high up in the corner, he was even more shocked.

The other man in white has become the world's number one painter, even more famous than Ling Shumo.

People say that one of his paintings can stabilize the three armies and his paintbrush is comparable to a weapon.

Anyway, in Xuanli's wanted list, Han Miaoran's worth is at least twice that of Ling Shumo.

At this moment, the painter was holding a pen and a scroll, looking at him motionlessly.

Li Simeng felt bad when he saw his two former disciples now having more successful careers than himself.

He said, "Master Ling, long time no see."

The former master and disciple have become so hypocritically polite.

The eunuch beside Li Simeng said sharply, "Today, an envoy from Nanying has come here on the orders of our emperor from Daying to negotiate peace with the Qing Dynasty."

Yes, peace talks!

Bai Wan was contemptuous in his heart: "If you can't beat him, just say you can't beat him. It sounds so nice!"

The commander of the Cavalry Army, Wang Kai, said directly: "That sounds really nice!"

This was said too bluntly, and the people on Nan Ying's side immediately looked unhappy.

Ling Shumo sat down calmly, and put the teacup on his head. "When the country was in crisis, Da Ying asked for peace many times, which led to Xuan Li killing countless civilians!"

"They ceded land to pay compensation, offered tribute of young girls and craftsmen, and even when they were invaded, Emperor Ying still built large-scale buildings, sought immortality, and refined elixirs to achieve longevity, without caring about the lives of the people."

"The Qing Dynasty went through great hardships to drive out the foreign enemies, and countless generals and righteous men died before they could pacify the people."

"You are so incompetent and yet you dare to propose these terms. We will never agree to them!"

Every word is sonorous and every sentence is realistic.

Everyone on Nan Ying's side blushed when they heard this, but no one dared to say anything.

After hearing this, Bai Wan was shocked by this man's aura.

I didn't expect that such a gentle person could be so tough in negotiations.

When Zi Chen said this, he didn't give Nan Ying any face at all!

"Lord Ling!"

Li Simeng's face seemed to be slapped by this man, and he gritted his teeth.