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Chapter 230 I also have a fierce wife at home who I cannot marry

The Dingzhou army returned triumphantly after retaking Yanzhou, with few casualties and undiminished morale. Except for the commander who took over Yanzhou, many others quickly returned to the city.

Han Miaoran's painting "The Volume of Shocking Changes" was famous all over the world, and the story of the Dingzhou army's morale being aroused by the painting in the tent was also spread everywhere.

Such a niche matter quickly attracted attention. Everyone learned that the Dingzhou military engineer's name was Bai Wan, and when they saw Wan Yan's portrait wanted poster, they knew that this person was Han Miaoran.

The military engineer of Dingzhou was the painting saint Han Miaoran.

The whole world was in an uproar.

At the celebration banquet, the lights were bright, and candlelight and bonfires flickered in the military camp. All the iron-blooded returnees drank heartily.

All the generals sat in a circle, looking carefully at the white-robed civil servant painters except Ling Shumo, with a look of admiration and shock.

Bai Wan was wearing a white gown, a thick white cloak and a scarf, looking like a round ferret.

He was forced by Ling Shumo to wrap himself up like this before going out, and he felt very depressed.

Song Yuanshan, the general of Sanzhou Prefecture, was toasting each other and enjoying himself.

In addition to praising the Dingzhou and Zhengzhou armies for retaking Yanzhou, he seemed more interested in the empty tent and painter in the blood-stained capital.

Song Yuanshan held the sword and halberd in his rough hands. After observing everything in the tent, he was shocked: "This... there is actually such a person who is worthy of being the blade of the army's heart."

Bai Wan shook his head: "The tragedy of the fall of Da Ying has not been drawn even one tenth or two."

He never imagined that General Song Yuanshan, who now controls four states, was actually the dandy boy who loved to beat people with a stick.

In fact, Song Yuanshan was more surprised than him.

Because the paintings that Bai Wan made in Zhengzhou were rubbish and horrible to look at. Now that we know that the painting saint has the ability to command the army, it really seems like a myth.

"Master Han, the army is lucky to have you." Song Yuanshan looked at him.

Just as Bai Wan was about to call Song "Brother", he saw that he was wearing golden armor which was very different from the others, and he was staring with eagle eyes, which seemed to have a hint of majesty.

"General Song, I can't bear it. You can just call me Master Bai Gong or Master Bai Hua Shi!" He smiled faintly with some self-deprecation.

If you really are wearing new clothes, you can no longer be considered an old friend.

Besides, Song Yuanshan and he were not close friends.

It's awkward. Very awkward!

Song Yuanshan, who had already become a general, talked about some irrelevant things such as soldiers' pensions and the people's livelihood in Yanzhou.

"Now, the thirteen prefectures including Luyang, Yunzhou, Chongbai, and Doucai have agreed to unite to fight the enemy. Together with the original four prefectures, they are no longer the same. Nanying is absurd and should be distinguished."

Everyone took what they heard very seriously, as these states together accounted for two-thirds of the territory that was originally won.

Bai Wan was playing with the brush in his hand and didn't want to get involved in this matter at all, so he turned his head away.

It wasn't until he saw everyone's eyes were on Ling Shumo that he felt something strange.

It turned out that almost all the people here obtained their official positions by fighting in battles, except Ling Shumo, the military and state affairs officer who was demoted from Daying.

It's out of place and very conspicuous.

Even though he had fought against the enemy in Dingzhou City, if a new king was really enthroned, he would be an outsider and could only be reappointed as an official.

Song Yuanshan smiled as gentle as jade: "Lord Ling, I often hear that you work hard for the people without taking off your clothes, and the people of Dingzhou love you very much."

The soldiers around him stopped drinking and held their breath.

"The people of Dingzhou City live a simple life and always exaggerate things. I, Ling, am just fulfilling my duty in military and state affairs." Ling Shumo put down the teacup with a smile.

Song Yuanshan sat upright with a frown on his face, his eagle eyes staring, but he smiled: "You have worked hard for Dingzhou. It's really hard. I see that you are not young anymore. Do you have a marriage contract and a wife at home?"

This……

Ling Shumo felt a complicated expression on his face and couldn't help but look towards Bai Wan.

"If not, Vice General Wang Kai has a sister named Wang Ji who is also well-educated and well-mannered. This general is willing to act as a matchmaker for you."

"General Song, Ling actually already has a wife at home. I appreciate your kindness." Ling Shumo refused directly.

Song Yuanshan frowned, "No one in the court has ever heard that you have a wife, and no one in the army knows about it either. Master Bai, I heard that you two have known each other for many years. Does he really have a wife?"

His eyes immediately fell on the white pea holding the fruit flesh in its mouth. His gaze was so burning that it was a little choking.

Ling Shumo sat against the light, but looked at people with tenderness and affection.

But the white pea jumped up and said passionately: "Yes, of course there is!"

"Ah?"

Everyone was confused.

"Zi Chen has a wife in his hometown of Caizhou who he has been married to for several years. But she is a martial arts expert who can uproot weeping willows and chase dogs for 300 miles. She can't tolerate others. He didn't dare to tell others because he was afraid."

Bai Wan raised his eyebrows and spoke seriously, his face as thick as the bend of a city wall.

Every word was pronounced clearly, echoing throughout the military tent, and everyone's eyes turned to Ling Shumo.

The man smiled faintly but did not refute.

Suddenly, he said: "Yes——"

Song Yuanshan put down the cup in his hand heavily: "Forget it, I thought we could accomplish something beautiful!"

The generals couldn't help but look strange.

Everyone knows that Deputy General Wang Kai and Ling Shumo, the military and state affairs, have always been at odds with each other, so how could they possibly become relatives?

Not to mention that her younger sister, Wang Ji, has a strong personality and already has someone she likes. If she tells someone else about it, she will make a big fuss.

Song Yuanshan suddenly turned to Bai Wan and asked, "Does Painter Bai have a family?"

cough! cough!

Why does this person like to set people up so much?

Bai Wan's eyes were calm and he felt irritated. "I... I also have a fierce wife! Even fiercer than Zi Chen's!"

They are truly childhood sweethearts, even their preferences and tastes are the same, and they choose the same kind of people.

After hearing this, Song Yuanshan stopped talking. He just took the wine glass and drank it down silently, looking at the candlelight meaningfully.

The celebration banquet continued with clinking of glasses.

During the banquet, the generals began to clink glasses and drink to their heart's content.

Soon, they all fell to the ground, drunken on the spot.

Bai Wan quietly walked to Ling Shumo with a plate of fruit, sighed slightly, and jokingly stuffed a fruit into the other's hand.

Ling Shumo looked at him indifferently, his heart trembling slightly.

The two looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Without drinking a drop of wine, the two of them walked out of the tent along the messy ground.

It's just a celebration party, but you're so lax and aren't you afraid of a sneak attack?

Ling Shumo thought deeply and clearly before giving orders to the guards outside, asking them to quickly patrol the surroundings, especially to check the food and fodder and weapons tents.

"Hey, whether it's the Daying Court or the Four States Military Alliance, it's equally troublesome. Are you very tired?" Bai Wan shrugged and directly held the man in a corner to blow the wind.

Ling Shumo said with a smile: "Where in this world is the purest place?"

The night is like the sky, quiet and solemn.

The two of them slowly turned their eyes to the bonfire, and the night was silent.

At this moment, there seemed to be a sea of fire rolling in the distance, and thick smoke billowing, as if to break the nightmare of the celebration banquet...

That direction——

The empty tent that held the blood-stained painting of the capital city actually began to catch fire.

Those once desolate scenes of fallen and destroyed nations are being destroyed...

"Fire! Someone is burning paintings—"