You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 290 This scene is ridiculous

Bai Wan had prepared the documents early, and the thin letter paper was very eye-catching.

Huang Xixi, the prefect of Chijiang, looked at him and said coldly:

"Master Han, what does this Qingliang Temple have to do with you? Why are you so devoted to it?!"

Bai Wan smiled: "The tofu soup in the kitchen and the fat green worms in the vegetable garden are both delicious..."

No answer.

In one sentence, it really makes people choke.

Huang Xixi looked at the man again. There seemed to be intelligence between his eyebrows and eyes. The Buddhist beads in his hand were shiny, and it was obvious that he had been playing with them for many days.

Does Han Miaoran have any connection with this Buddhist temple?

And that painting...

This mural is completely different from his previous paintings. The objects depicted appear flat if viewed from a close distance, and are painted with great effort.

Before this, even the court painters who painted murals for the imperial mausoleums could not create such three-dimensional images using the concave and convex “boneless” method.

It can be said that Han Miaoran has now surpassed his predecessors and created a new way of painting.

If this painting had not been destroyed, it would have been passed down through the ages!

So he closed his eyes lightly.

"Then I am only reporting that the demolition of the temple should be postponed today. Will it be possible in the future..."

"I won't be responsible."

"Okay! I've been waiting for you to say that."

Bai Wan giggled and took out a cinnabar plate from somewhere, which made people stunned.

Huang Xixi frowned, and his distorted expression was tinged with embarrassment.

It's like...

Everything is ready, just waiting for him to sign!

"Master Han, you are really...really...thoughtful."

Huang Xixi gritted his teeth.

That's it!

This move is nothing more than a temporary delay in demolishing the temple.

It was definitely not that he couldn't bear to see the famous painting buried, but the arrow was on the string and he had to bear the blame temporarily.

"A gentleman's word!"

"Write this down as evidence!"

Here, Bai Wan and Huang Xixi signed a book in this hall as a testimony.

Until the news about the "Ten Philosophers of Confucius" reaches the emperor and is dealt with, Qingliang Temple will not be moved.

Of course, it is only to preserve the temple, and everyone still has to return to secular life.

The little monk who was forgotten in the corner saw that there seemed to be a turning point in front of him, and hurried to the abbot's room.

After the officials and monks left, the hall was in a mess. Fortunately, there was only a gap in one corner of the wall.

Bai Wan looked at the title of the painting "Ten Philosophers of Confucius" on the wall of the main hall.

Five words, with flying fonts and majestic momentum!

The incident of this painting will be reported to the court immediately.

If Emperor Qingwu still wants to demolish the temple at that time, Bai Wan will have no choice but to leave directly. He cannot take all the responsibility.

As the saying goes, do your best and leave the rest to fate!

Unable to help but sigh, Bai Wan secretly held the Buddhist beads in his hand. After sitting upright on the cushion, his eyelids began to feel heavier.

Fall quietly.

His voice was hoarse and tired: "That's good, so... so sleepy..."

This is my best effort to repay the life-saving grace.

"Abai..."

Ling Shumo took a deep breath, then tremblingly helped him up to prevent him from falling to the ground.

How can I not be tired?

I painted for ten days almost without sleep!

In order to repay the kindness of saving his life and taking him in, he worked hard to prevent the temple from being demolished.

How conceited! My health had never fully recovered.

Moreover, this person wanted to negotiate with the prefect and did not want him to interfere.

Ling Shumo was extremely worried, even though he knew that this person always had his own reasons for doing anything...

"Abai?" I called out softly, but still no response.

Bai Wan was indeed very tired and couldn't wake up.

There was no other way, Ling Shumo had to help the person up and hold him on his back.

He looked at him, his expression bright in silence. He brushed away the messy black hair on his forehead and stroked his jade cheek.

Tenderness and affection...

Bai Wan was carried on someone's back against the light, and her complexion was gradually becoming clearer, as if the snow and fog had cleared.

And such a scene!

In the eyes of Cheng Su, the only remaining non-monk, it can be described in two words - ridiculous!