You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 249 You promised to marry me, remember?

Stop painting and writing.

Ling Shumo directly took the seal and pressed it. He used the white jade seal that Bai Wan had given him before.

Bai Wan didn’t have a seal at the moment, so in order to prevent others around him from monopolizing the name, he simply carved two words on the clay tablet he carried with him.

Calligraphy and painting complement each other, and cinnabar overlaps, so:

Han Ling Shuangjie —— The two words Mo Ran.

"Are you still using this?" Ling Shumo looked at the clay tablet and suppressed his emotions.

Bai Wan smiled brightly: "My memory is much better now, and my eyesight has completely recovered. But these clay tablets are my 'brothers' who I have lived with in the past. I can't bear to throw them away!"

"..."

Ling Shumo clenched his hands, embraced the head of the person opposite him, and touched her jade cheek.

"My memory is much better now... Do you still remember what you promised me yesterday?"

Bai Wan's body froze for a moment, her smile a little cynical, but it easily allowed the person opposite to catch all her emotions.

"Did I say anything? Nothing!"

Hearing this, Ling Shumo remained silent and held the jade pendant on his belt tightly.

Even though the white lotus jade pendant had been rubbed smooth and shiny, it was still held in the palm of her hand, hot and silent.

The scoundrel played with the brush for a while, then put it down and fluttered his sleeves in his white robe.

"We haven't eaten properly for several days. Let's go out and see if there's anything to eat tonight."

Ling Shumo looked at the man with inquiring eyes and gently pulled him: "Dingzhou City has been under curfew recently, and there are no food stalls outside at night."

The person on the other side said with the same heartless tone as always: "Then let's go to the kitchen and see if there's anything to eat. Maybe Aunt Ruan is here?"

After letting out a sigh of relief, people started to take care of themselves again.

Everyone in the government office was celebrating the defeat of Xuan Li. Some were going out, some were partying.

In a short time, the busy soldiers and civilians were immersed in joy.

The cook, Aunt Ruan, stammered, "You two, you two adults, please ask for food at this time. There is only one cake and half a bowl of ginger soup left."

Bai Wan said sarcastically, "It's better to have something than nothing."

"Then...then should I go get some noodles or something?" Aunt Ruan was anxious and sweating.

"Okay! Okay! We don't have to rush!" Bai Wan smiled and snatched the pancake.

After saying this, the man didn't care about his appearance as a scholar with a handsome face and elegant clothes. He just sat on the ground.

Then, he broke the cake into two halves and came close to Ling Shumo.

"You take half, I take half. It's fair!"

Ling Shumo took the cake with a mixture of laughter and tears, and directly pulled the man up, dragged him to the low wooden stool next to him, and gently smoothed his collar.

"Don't sit on the ground. You are not in good health and the ground is very damp."

Bai Wan shrank back, feeling as if she had goose bumps all over her body, and smiled awkwardly and uncomfortably.

This Zi Chen is getting more... more...

You really think of him as an old man in his seventies or eighties!

He looked at Ling Shumo eating the cake with some dissatisfaction for a moment, watching him chew the cake slowly and politely.

If you don't know, you might think you are eating a delicacy rather than ordinary whole grain white bread.

Until, when Aunt Ruan brought out two bowls of noodles, she accidentally bumped into Ling Shumo's back, causing him to choke slightly.

The beautiful face turned red and started coughing twice, with a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"Haha!" Bai Wan finally laughed out loud.

He admits...

No matter how serious and polite Zichen is on weekdays, he will be extremely happy if he occasionally shows a different look.

This makes it seem like this is a real and interesting person!

Seeing the man like this, Ling Shumo could do nothing but let him do what he wanted and directly pushed a small plate of side dish to him.

"This is what you like to eat, add some..."

Bai Wan looked at the large piece of black pickled vegetables and said incoherently: "No, no, no! This is what you like to eat!"

"You add it!"

"No, you add..."

……

Aunt Ruan couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she kindly took a piece for each of them and said, "Oh, no need to give in. Have one piece each. There's still plenty left in the kitchen!"

Ling Shumo and Bai Wan were suddenly struck by lightning!

There was something black lying on the noodles in the bowl, it was bright in color, and it seemed that there was some pungent smell that penetrated into the nose.

Bai Wan looked around, winked, covered the rim of the bowl slightly with his sleeve, and rolled the black stuff into the lower corner of the bowl.

Ling Shumo on the opposite side was slightly startled and continued to eat noodles with his head down.

But if you look closely, you will find that the lips cleverly avoid all the black.

He didn't even touch it...

The two of them finished their meal in the light and darkness, maneuvering tactfully.

Finally, Bai Wan did not forget to wrap up the "evidence" and destroy it outside.

Walking out of the kitchen, both of them seemed to be in a very good mood.

Anyway, if other people saw them, they would probably think they were some kind of painting saint or calligraphy saint, or some kind of engineer or military official who had won a battle.

They seemed to have regained their appearance as teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old, shedding countless tired worries and responsibilities.

With a pleased look on his face, Bai Wan said proudly, "Zi Chen, you left the food in the bowl. You are not as smart as me at all!"

He even shook his sleeves complacently and recreated the crime scene.

Ling Shumo frowned, his tone still indifferent: "Then why did you push it to me just now?"

"No!?" Bai Wan grabbed him angrily, "If you hadn't tricked me into eating it first, I wouldn't have pushed it to you! The bad guy is the first to complain!"

The two grew up together, and neither of them liked to eat this kind of pickled lamb dish. They knew that this was the only thing they could use to play a prank on each other.

It's because I've lied so many times that I've become accustomed to it.

Ling Shumo groaned: "I lied to you, didn't you lie to me?"

In an instant, it seemed as if everything started to mix together and flooded into my mind, making it hard to describe.

"I, I never lied to you..." Bai Wan hesitated and felt guilty.

"Han Miaoran——"

This was the first time his full name was called out in a serious manner.

Bai Wan then realized that he was being held down by the person behind him, and the force was getting stronger and stronger, making it impossible to pull free at all.

The man looked at him with sparkling eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "You promised to marry me, remember?"

You spoke so seriously before, but now you are acting stupid.

When asked, he avoided the question.

Ling Shumo admitted that he felt a little unnatural, which was why he did such a childish thing just now.

Bai Wan remained silent for a long time before forcing a smile: "You remember...really clearly!"

It's not that he really doesn't want to, but now that the two of them are famous, it's impossible for them to get married openly.

Always think long term...

I don't know why, but I started playing dumb and looked like a heartless man.

Ling Shumo's eyes welled up with tears, and he said in a loud voice: "Then wait until the seventh day of mourning for the soldiers and civilians is over, and everything will be settled. We will get married!"

"what?"