You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 294 How could anyone else be so cute? (Thanks to my book friend Xing Yan Jiu Jiu)

"After all, Wei Tianhou was once a member of the royal family, so his wife must be wearing gold and silver."

The man in plain clothes beside him said.

"Is it--"

Bai Wan looked at the people around him and then turned his gaze directly to the sedan chair.

The beautiful woman had her hair covered with pearls and jade, at least twenty of them, more than thirty pairs of flower tubes, and bridge-shaped hairpins that were obviously very valuable.

How much of the people's money must have been spent to dress herself up like this.

The people standing on both sides looked upwards with reluctant respect, while the people in the sedan chair looked sideways.

Moreover, Bai Wan looked at the round fan in the woman's hand in disbelief: it was actually a landscape painting signed by Xi Meng Jushi.

This?

He swore on a hundred pieces of sugar cakes that the painting on the fan was definitely not drawn by him!

It's clearly a fake painting!

So, Bai Wan stared at it with burning eyes, wishing he could go up and take it in his hands to examine it carefully.

And this deep gaze that was fixed on the round fan on the person's chest had a completely different meaning in the eyes of others.

The maidservant beside the wife of Marquis Weitian glanced sideways.

"You are such a pervert! How dare you look at my wife like that!"

The lady in the sedan chair originally felt that someone was looking at her, and she felt disgusted and was about to lose her temper.

"Where did this come from...bitch..."

Bai Wan immediately came to her senses and smiled:

"Madam, you are extremely beautiful and graceful. This is the first time I have seen a woman as beautiful as you. I was stunned for a moment. Please forgive me!"

He has always been flexible and never gets into trouble that he shouldn't.

The wife of Marquis Weitian looked at him and cleared her throat twice.

My eyes suddenly caught sight of his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and his handsome and elegant figure.

"Never mind, this lady is magnanimous. You look honest and you know the rules!"

In the eyes of the wife of the Marquis Wei Tian, this handsome man was really born with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, so she reluctantly let him go.

Bai Wan's eyes were still on his fake painted fan, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

This is a calm temperament and well-behaved manners.

The wife of Wei Tianhou asked: "You have calluses on your fingertips. Are you a scholar? Why are you dressed like this..."

The word "rough" was not uttered.

Bai Wan looked at the man's eyes, made a judgement, and smiled bitterly:

"Madam, you have good eyesight. My brother Chen and I were originally planning to go to the capital to take the exam, but we were unexpectedly robbed by bandits and lost all our money."

He sighed.

"It is said that the Peach Blossom God can grant wishes very effectively, so I came here to try my luck. I didn't expect to see a person like the Madam, and I was stunned for a moment."

The wife of Marquis Weitian was deceived by this innocent appearance and thought that this man was just unlucky and a bit pitiful.

"Well, we are all students, and I can't bear to just watch like this."

After a while, the lady gestured to the maid to take out a few taels of silver.

"Yes, Madam feels sorry for you and gives it to you as a reward!" The little maid snorted.

Bai Wan's eyes rolled around as she evaded the question: "How can that be possible?"

"Although you are kind and beautiful, how can you just give money to poor people? I still have the integrity of a scholar..."

The maid was so angry that she stuffed the ball into his hand!

&34;Take it when I tell you to!&34;

"Well, thank you very much, your wife." Bai Wan held the purse reluctantly.

The wife of Marquis Weitian directly ordered the servants to carry the sedan chair forward.

A group of people walked past it, their footsteps rustling on the flowers.

Bai Wan continued to grin with his little white teeth until the figure disappeared.

Only then did he notice that Ling Shumo had been helping him buy sugar water and had been standing there for a long time.

"Zi Chen, I'm just improvising."

Bai Wan weighed his purse happily.

"There are at least five taels of silver in here!"

"Is that all you're telling me?" Ling Shumo said with a half-smile.

Bai Wan took the sugar water directly from his hand and fed it into his own mouth.

"It's worthy of being the sugar water bought by my husband Ling. It's just sweeter than other places. Do you want your husband to feed you?"

After saying that, he stuffed sugar water into the mouth of the person next to him and moved forward.

The bodies moved closer.

Ling Shumo gave him an awkward look: "It's broad daylight... don't mess around..."

Everyone around turned their eyes over.

Is the relationship between Long Yang so open and aboveboard now?

It is really rare to see two men being so intimate.

"Then let's go to a quieter place?"

Bai Wan pulled Ling Shumo and went straight to a teahouse in the corner next to the peach tree and sat down.

"Give me a pot of hot tea and two servings of soup noodles."

"Oh, Zichen! I praised that lady, but she was afraid of causing trouble!"

He became more careful in his words.

"We don't own a shop at home, and we don't sell vinegar!"

Ling Shumo's expression changed constantly, and he directly grabbed the person's hand.

"You think I'm mad about this?"

Bai Wan propped up her chin and said hesitantly, "Could it be... not?"

He just praised that lady for so long and in such a flattering manner, it was normal for her to be angry and resentful!

Ling Shumo rubbed his shoulders and smiled gently and helplessly.

"You are looking at the painting on the lady's fan, right?"

Since Bai Wan can tell a fake painting at a glance, Ling Shumo can do the same.

It is impossible for such items not to attract people's attention when they appear so openly in Caizhou.

Bai Wan held the teacup with her fingers and smiled: "Is that so? I thought you..."

"I don't…… "

The person opposite her was speaking softly, her cheeks flushed, and she denied it verbally.

Bai Wulai almost wanted to laugh out loud.

He just felt that the person opposite him was really awkward sometimes, and if it were anyone else, they would never be so cute.

"Well, you didn't!" Bai Wan propped up her chin, "I did see the fake painting on the fan in the lady's hand!"

The two of them looked at each other, understanding each other.

Han Miaoran's paintings, from the past to the present, are very difficult to copy because of their exquisite brushwork.

Not to mention the white pea of today, who has experienced left-handed painting, the new painting bureau of blindness, and the meditation in the temple are even more difficult to imitate.

Who is he?

Can you actually copy your own paintings?