You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 208: This writing style, is it you?

"Cutting off someone's wings... the most shameless thing..."

Bai Wan talked to herself.

As soon as the finger-cutting punishment came to an end, the surrounding Xuanli army opened the curtain.

There was a group of people behind the curtain, and their limbs seemed to be incomplete.

Some lost arms, some lost legs, and some were blind or had broken wrists.

Wan Yan admired these people with great interest, as if it was a daily change.

He looked at the people whose hands were already broken: "Luo Wenqi, these are the people who refused to submit to Xuan Li. The musicians have all had their voices and hands broken, and the painters have all had their painting hands broken. You will be sent to beheaded soon. As for the servants, all of them will be sent to the army!"

Bai Wan looked behind the curtain and saw some familiar faces.

Among them were the court painter Shen Zhuyue and Zhiyuan Cheng Su, who had long been expelled from the palace.

Shen Zhuyue, who had dark skin, was originally handsome and good at painting horses. Because he refused to paint a war horse for Xuan Li, five fingers on his right hand were cut off.

Although Cheng Su, who was of a strong build, did not know how to paint, he was proficient in poetry and writing. He was also chopped off his right hand and cut off his tongue because he refused to write a victory poem for Xuan Li's army.

Wan Yan knew very well that the best way to defeat a talented scholar was to destroy his hand.

The two familiar people seemed to recognize Bai Wan, there was some panic in their eyes, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Fortunately, Bai Wan and Luo Wenqi's servant Yin Lan were both treated as ordinary servants, and the soldiers wanted to capture young and strong men like them to be sent into the army.

Shen Zhuyue and Cheng Su looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a young man rushed out, fell to his knees, and begged for mercy:

"General, please spare my life! I am willing to submit to Xuan Li. I don't want to die! I beg you, General..."

Hearing this, the other big winners around couldn't help but blush with anger and curse in their hearts.

This young man was Ke Yu, who was recommended to join the painting academy. He painted for fame and fortune. At first, he was unwilling to join the academy for the sake of his integrity, but he panicked when the knife cut off one of his fingers.

"Bai Shizhao... Why wasn't Bai Shizhao tortured? He's a painter, not some servant!!"

Ke Yu felt too unbalanced. Everyone around him had their hands cut off and were tortured, but why was Bai Wan sent away so easily?

This dog can't change his bad habits.

Bai Wan was shocked and continued to support Luo Wenqi.

As expected, Wan Yan smiled dangerously and suspiciously, raising his eyebrows: "When did Daying Art Academy have a painter named Bai?"

Without giving Bai Wan any chance to throw a tantrum or lie, Ke Yu instantly stood up from his knees and grabbed the man's legs and feet tightly.

"General, do you know that "County Horse Playing with Wives and Concubines" and "Refugees" were both painted by Bai Shizhao? He was a brilliant painter in the painting academy and was deeply favored by the emperor. The emperor also allowed him to paint outside, including ordinary people..."

Although it made him grit his teeth to hear such praises, those who had not followed the rules in Daying Art Academy before would definitely not submit to Xuan Li.

People, that's it.

No matter how unlucky you are, you will feel mentally balanced as long as there is someone worse off than you.

"Bai Shizhao...Bai Shizhao..." Wan Yan repeated the name and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

I don’t know who this person is, but I know those famous paintings.

In particular, he had heard of the "Picture of the County Horse Playing with His Wives and Concubines" which cured the stubborn illness of the princess of Lingyu State, and the "Picture of the Refugees" which deposed the prime minister of a country.

But this painter has disappeared for a long time and cannot be found.

"Are you a painter?" Wan Yan immediately changed his expression and smiled gently, "I wonder if I can join Xuan Li?!"

Bai Wan lost interest and thought that this man was crazy and had two faces.

Wan Yan felt that since he had seen with his own eyes the disaster that would happen if he did not surrender, he should be grateful for his surrender, and he cried bitterly and decided to work for Xuan Li.

“No vote, no drawing!”

Bai Wan said firmly.

Wan Yan looked at him angrily, his eyes as sinister as burning will-o'-the-wisp fire.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll cut off the fingers on your right hand too?!"

Bai Wan raised her right hand and said, "I'm sorry, my right thumb was cut off a long time ago, and my other fingers are also dislocated. Including my left hand."

Wan Yan smiled sinisterly: "Then I will blind your eyes so that you can never paint again!"

On this side, Bai Wan casually pointed at his own eyes and said, "Sorry, I was blind a long time ago."

He was afraid that the face-changing general would not believe him, so he asked the person on the ground helplessly: "Ke Yu, tell him how I left the painting academy?!"

Ke Yu was hesitant and sad: "Bai... Bai Shizhao, because he went to Jiangzhou to paint, he encountered a mountain accident and became blind and resigned from his position as a painter..."

The voice gets quieter and quieter.

There was a moment of silence in the air around them.

It seems that the painter has already suffered these punishments that are worse than death, yet he is still so calm.

Then, there was a silent argument.

"If you don't draw, I will kill your parents!"

"Both my parents died when I was young!"

"I will kill your wife and children!"

"I have no wife or children!"

……

"you you you!"

Wan Yan looked at the man's broken right hand and dislocated left hand, and took a few steps back in shock.

He had never felt so frustrated before. It was the first time that he treated someone with courtesy and torture and was left speechless.

What's even more annoying is that Bai Wan has a bad memory now. Just after answering, he took out a small clay tablet to take notes.

Wan Yan asked in confusion: "What are you doing with this clay tablet?"

Bai Wan smiled sadly and said softly, "I have a bad memory. I have to write down the general's words before I die. Otherwise, when the King of Hell asks me after I die, I won't be able to answer."

Wan Yan yelled, "Someone come and kill him!"

With a wave of his hand, the clay tablet fell to the ground, and the blank booklet and comic book in the package also fell out.

Many small drawings flew into the air, and within ten steps, the small booklets of line drawings and notes were eye-catching.

The whole hall suddenly became quiet.

The only sound in the air was the rustling of drawing paper being picked up.

Wan Yan was so shocked as he looked at the paper in his hand that his excited cry got stuck in his throat.

"With this brushwork, are you the painter who created this stunning work?!"