You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 298 Dare to Hit My Zichen

How unreasonable!

Thinking back to when I was painting fake secret play pictures, I was so cowardly, but I never felt so righteous about it!

Bai Wan boasted that he was the only one who cheated and deceived others, and he never thought that there would be someone more shameless than him.

The master and disciple actually blocked the two people outside the door and then locked it with a wooden board.

"Hey, you guys!"

Bai Wan was extremely angry.

The rain hadn't stopped yet, and the two were soaked as soon as they came out, not to mention the muddy ground and blurred vision.

I really didn't expect it to be like this!

"It's fine if you hit me, but you dare to hit my Zichen. Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"

His tone was fierce and it was rare to see his former worldly air.

Let’s compare the trouble!

But the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the downpour was getting worse.

The door was locked tightly, and no matter how Bai Wan yelled and cursed, it would not open again.

Ling Shumo held him back angrily, "It's raining so hard, it's not good for your body to get wet. Let's go back to the inn and make plans."

Bai Wan looked at the closed door and the pouring rain, and said reluctantly: "That makes sense."

I really want to beat someone up!

Ah——sneeze——

After being caught in the rain, my nasal cavity began to tremble and become blocked.

That night, the two of them hurriedly changed their clothes and drank ginger soup.

Ling Shumo quickly wrapped the blanket around him, wrapping him up like a dumpling, his eyes deep and sharp.

"He used your name to paint for Violating Heavenly Marquis, I'm afraid there will be trouble. Besides, how could the quality of the paintings be so different?"

Bai Wan gradually calmed down, leaned against the pillow and thought deeply.

Throughout history, all paintings by famous artists have been subject to counterfeits, and the more famous the artist, the more counterfeits there are.

Many years ago, when he was young and famous, there were counterfeit works. However, at that time, no one could paint without the emperor's order, and almost all the works in the folk were fakes.

Now, everyone knows that he has returned to the common people, and there are even more counterfeits.

However, the pros and cons of painting for the king of a fallen country are completely different from painting fake secret play pictures for oneself.

There was a long silence.

Bai Wan leaned over and said solemnly: "Zi Chen, did you notice that there are no calluses on his fingers and palms?"

Hearing this, the person opposite immediately held up his hand.

There are thick calluses on the middle finger and ring finger, indicating a concave hand.

Ling Shumo understood and asked back: "Are you saying that the person we just saw was not someone who copied your style of painting?"

Anyone who paints regularly will inevitably develop calluses.

The two of them often used brushes, and over time, they were covered with calluses, especially on their ring fingers.

However, the man who had just chased them away with a broom did not have any bumps on his hands.

Yes.

How can a person with such a talented painting style be inferior to his painting?

As soon as the words fell, the two of them understood.

There was silence for a moment.

"According to the old Daying Law, trespassing into a private residence was punishable by forty strokes of the cane, but the current Daqing Law only provides a light fine of five hundred coins and five days in prison."

Bai Wan raised her eyebrows slyly.

"Zi Chen, when the rain stops, do you dare to try your luck with me?"

As soon as he said this, he looked evil.

Ling Shumo knew that he had memorized the Daying laws very well, but he didn't expect that he had also read the Daqing laws in advance.

He really is used to being in jail, he doesn't even care about five days.

"Abai, are you going to visit Guizhai at night?!"

Bai Wan answered seriously.

"No, he's a spy."

Daqing does not allow the people to brew wine privately, so he bribed a few constables to act as secret agents and managed to get what he wanted to know. If he failed, it would take at most five days.

Only a man like him who hangs around in the market could come up with such a crooked and yet serious method.

After all, which good guy wouldn't be afraid of being caught if he broke into a private house in the middle of the night?

Ling Shumo stroked a strand of the other person's hair and said frankly: "You are not allowed to go!"

Rarely strict.

"Why?" Bai Wan was puzzled. "Are you afraid that I'll get into trouble?"

Ling Shumo calmly held him in his arms, and in the blink of an eye, his voice became hoarse.

"No, I'm afraid you'll be saddened by the scene..."

Under the candlelight, his face looked a little darker.

Word by word.

"Abai, if there really is such a person behind the scenes, he is likely to have been imprisoned and deceived, so the little boy knows nothing about it."

For some things, not asking doesn't mean you don't care or are not cautious.

Painting dealer and painter are two different identities.

Imprisoned? Cheated?

Bai Wan's body shook slightly, and she slowly clenched her hands that were tightly hugging herself and clasped them slightly.

Back then, he was imprisoned in a villa outside Beijing because he believed in the last bit of humanity of his mentor.

This person always remembers the time when he didn't want to mention it.

"Zi Chen, I'm not the kind of person who dwells on the past and feels sad about the passing of time. People need to look forward!"

He would never easily tell others about his miserable past, nor would he ask anyone to pity him.

Whether in the past or in the future.

Ling Shumo seemed helpless as he was assured by the warmth of the kiss he received on his hand.

"You...are always like this..."

He whispered in Bai Wan's ear: "Okay..."

That's it.

Ah Bai has made his own decision, so just respect it as long as it does not harm your health.

After saying that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Guizhai, backyard.

There is a very small woodshed next to the toilet.

The shadowy candlelight and the cold fire.

The narrow wind came in through the gap in the shabby door, and water was leaking from the corners of the roof.

A thin young man with thin hair was shivering from the cold...

He stared blankly at the shopkeeper of Guizhai who had extremely narrow eyes not far away.

The man stood at his easel, not looking at him.

The ink on the easel was set against the light, and the figures in it were hunched over and in ragged clothes, which looked very funny.

"Your painting is not difficult enough. It will be hard to explain to Wei Tianhou..."

"Tomorrow, you have to draw them all."

"Don't worry, as long as you can gain the appreciation of Violating Heaven's Marquis, your crime will have a chance to be pardoned."

"You'll never find someone like me who can help you hide your identity."

……

The thin young man had a blank look in his eyes and was holding the pen blankly.

Two of his middle fingers were calloused as he drew silently.

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