You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 300 I'm very tired today, forget it

Bai Wan looked at the painting on the easel. The ink-stained fallen petals made the scene seem a little dejected.

"It's the content of this painting that you shouldn't paint. It could lead to a fatal disaster."

Wei Tianhou wanted this unrealistic scene simply to cover up his own extravagance and incompetence and to evade responsibilities such as taxes.

He used his own name just to increase the influence of the painting, but an expert could tell the authenticity at a glance.

The man looked at him like this, suddenly lost in thought, and hesitated to speak.

When he tried to say something.

The sound of footsteps interrupted them.

"No, someone is coming."

In the middle of the night, there were voices and rustling sounds near the toilet.

This small room is so shabby that you can see everything at a glance. There is no place to hide at all.

The two had no choice but to decide to temporarily lock the door and leave.

At this time, Bai Wan remembered to ask the man: "What's your name? Do you want us to take you away?"

"I cannot reveal my name, and I cannot go with you for the time being."

The thin man bowed and saluted without moving a step.

Meeting is a kind of fate.

However, he still had things he wanted to sort out.

"Well, see you later."

The situation was urgent, so Bai Wan had no choice but to lock the door and leave with Ling Shumo.

However, the sound of the iron lock was clear at night, breaking the silence of the yard.

The little boy who went to the toilet was startled: "Who!? There's a thief!!"

Bai Wan, hiding behind the firewood pile, had to pinch her throat and call out softly in an artificial and pretentious voice.

Meow--

Wow——

The sound is very fine and very pleasant.

"Little wild cat!"

The little boy finally let out a breath.

I really didn’t expect…

This person's imitation of a cat's meow is so touching that it makes people around him tremble.

It was like a lightning strike running through my limbs!

Ling Shumo couldn't even stand steadily, his throat was a little tight as he stared at him with a serious look.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Bai Wan didn't notice anything unusual about this man. When he saw that the situation was stable, he dragged Ling Shumo and sneaked out of the alley.

At midnight, even the night watchman was nowhere to be seen.

After returning to the inn, Bai Wan picked up the pen and nodded in thought.

"Zi Chen, this person is quite talented, what a pity."

He wrote while expressing his feelings.

The paper is full of writing and drawing.

There are even a few scenes that are actually the scenes of the Marquis’ wife and others on the March 3rd Festival before.

The red peach blossoms in Caizhou are extravagant and mocking in the mirror.

Seeing this, Ling Shumo beside him couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to help him?"

Bai Wan looked up sadly, then suddenly put down his pen and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Zi Chen, I really can't bear to bury such a talented person. There are many unknown painters like him in the world."

In fact, many folk painters are not without talent, but they do not have the opportunity to become famous like the royal court painting academy.

Most painters just work to make a living.

Bai Wan admires people who are both ambitious and talented, and believes that people who truly love painting are mostly of good character.

Knowing what this man wanted to do, Ling Shumo folded his hands around him:

"Aren't you mad that he used your name?"

The man whose arms were bound said slowly, "What annoys me is that he can't put his name on the painting because his painting is not bad."

Besides, isn’t it just a fake painting?

Who hasn’t copied one or two secret scenes?

"Hey--"

Bai Wan still didn't understand why this man didn't want to say his name and didn't want to leave the cell.

Ling Shumo whispered in his ear, his breath was strong: "Then, let's find a chance in the future to see if we can rescue him."

The voice was a little unclear and was spewing hot air.

"Alright!"

At this time, Bai Wan realized that the person next to him had put his forehead against his, and he immediately hooked his backhand around the man's neck.

He refused to admit defeat anyway, so he deliberately said, "I'm very tired today, let's just forget it, okay?"

"Ok!"

The person behind him let go without any hesitation.

"I say it's up to you, but what about your persistence?"

Evil, smiling with ill intentions.

"Um……"

"You're going to piss me off to death!" Bai Wan went straight over and kissed the guy.

Lingering and lingering.

Beside the bed, there were a few lines of words on the paper besides the painting: Northern Expedition to Conquer the Central Plains, those who disobey Heaven will be killed.