You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 235: 23 Families Matched for the Matchmaker (Thanks to Yisheng Book Friend)

Under dusk.

Bai Wan gave careful instructions and had someone add charcoal and bedding to Old Man Bai's room.

That's all he did.

His room had been given to Old Man Bai tonight, so he had to move to Ling Shumo's place.

Zi Chen was so shocked that he hurried back to pack up, and no one knew what he was so anxious about.

Bai Wan had just slowed down his pace a few steps when he saw a man getting drunk in the middle of the yard next door.

It's so cold today, and it's really asking for trouble to blow in the cold wind for no reason.

Luo Wenqi and Shen Zhuyue actually moved into the guest room next door.

The two of them rarely stayed in the yard.

Now, I saw Brother Qi Tu drinking alone on the stone table, one cup after another, as if he was full of sorrow.

"It's freezing cold, little Lolo, don't you feel cold?" Bai Wan couldn't help it and walked forward holding his cloak.

"Well..." Luo Wenqi turned his head and looked at him coldly, "It's not as warm as you hugging Brother Zichen every day, right?"

tsk tsk~

This is more like jealousy than ridicule.

He saw Ling Shumo and Bai Wan together all day long, but he had no idea about Chen Xingyi's whereabouts. How could he not feel worried?

He didn't mind being mistaken for a eunuch, and he didn't ask where the other party went. However, the capital fell, and he became homeless and his whereabouts were unknown.

But even someone like Old Man Bai, who was unlikely to be found and lost in such a chaotic situation, was found.

But he can't even find anyone to break up with!

Bai Wan pressed down his wine glass speechlessly: "Brother Qi Tu, Chen Er is much better at surviving than us, he will be fine."

That’s right. He can pretend to be a ruffian with only mediocre kung fu skills for three years.

"Well, he might be taking advantage of the chaos to get rid of me completely." Luo Wenqi sighed, only feeling the strong smell of alcohol and the hazy moonlight.

"His true identity is an assassin. He should be wherever the organization goes." Bai Wan tried to comfort him.

We had been separated several times before, and they only met because of missions, but once we went to report, he would suddenly disappear.

He could also guess that the person behind this man must be a powerful and influential person who had won a lot of money.

Now that the royal family has moved south, even some of the concubines and princesses have not been taken with them, how could they possibly keep an assassin who is not even remotely related to them?

Luo Wenqi was silent for a long time, as if he was very drunk from the strong liquor. But the drunker he was, the clearer his mind felt.

He wanted to meet Chen Xingyi and see this man's face again in this chaotic world. He was afraid that if he was not careful, they would die in the chaos and be separated from each other inexplicably.

"Hey, where is he..." Luo Wenqi didn't even pretend anymore, and looked a little tearful.

This man, who is as strong as an ox and as powerful as a mountain, can no longer hide his true nature.

Goosebumps all over the floor...

"Yawn, we must be destined to meet each other!" Bai Wan sneezed again. Maybe she felt cold no matter how much she wore.

Ling Shumo, who came rushing over and saw him sneezing, immediately stuffed the newly warmed hand warmer into his hand and directly placed the man next to him.

Luo Wenqi felt heartbroken when he saw the two people right under his nose.

"Brother Qi Tu, it's easy to catch a cold in this cold weather, so you should go back and rest early." Ling Shumo said calmly.

These words were clearly spoken to himself, but his eyes were looking elsewhere.

Luo Wenqi felt even sadder.

"Hey, hey, hey, all of you go back to your rooms and warm up. I don't want to see you!"

Bai Wan saw how distressed the man was after drinking, and patted his shoulder with some guilt, trying to comfort him.

"Take care of yourself……"

"Take care of yourself!"

Then, he held Ling Shumo's hand and walked away, leaving behind only the beautiful backs of the couple under the moon.

Stifled ——

Luo Wenqi almost threw all the wine glasses over one by one...

……

the other side.

Bai Wan walked into Ling Shumo's bedroom and found that the room was much smaller than her own.

The problem is, it had just been cleaned.

Not only did they use various charcoal fires to heat it up, they also had extra bedding and even calming incense.

It seemed that the owner of the room was worried that the room was not warm enough, so he padded the bed with a piece of animal skin from somewhere and placed some cakes on the corner of the table.

The four treasures of the study on this table are arranged very well, all according to someone's daily practice habits, and even the six subjects are classified.

This……

No wonder little Luo Luo looked like he was about to die of anger. His virtuous appearance only attracted hatred.

"When we were kids, we slept together, but you didn't do these things." Bai Wan smiled.

Ling Shumo thought seriously for a while: "At that time, we all slept in the dormitory of the school. We were not allowed to move around casually, and we were not allowed to light incense."

There is no need to explain it so seriously.

Bai Wan walked directly to the desk and, as usual, stroked the paper, pen, books and documents on the desk, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Bai Wan is now stuck at a bottleneck, and is somewhat confused about painting.

It is said that painting consists of ten parts: three parts drawing, three parts writing, and four parts reading.

Suddenly, when he saw some books on the table, his eyes lit up.

"Zi Chen, you actually have the Mustard Seed Painting Manual and the Essays and Prefaces."

Ling Shumo rubbed his forehead and said as a matter of course: "You have been looking for it before, and I got it by chance."

There are no such coincidences. Even the royal family’s library doesn’t have them.

Bai Wan stared at the book, carefully wrapping the four corners, and hugged the man without hesitation:

"Xiao Luoluo's hatred is not unjust. You really can make people angry. Try to be more restrained in the future."

"Okay——" Ling Shumo responded lightly.

Then, the person opposite him began to stare at him from left to right and asked in a very unrealistic way: "You are so good, I don't believe that there is no lady who likes you."

Then, he hesitated, "A man can get married when he is 16 years old, but you haven't been able to find a husband in all these years. Even I have at least 10 girls asking matchmakers for help!"

Suddenly, he saw Ling Shumo's face darken: "Ten?"

This look was so rare and stern that it made people feel uneasy.

Bai Wan swallowed the words immediately and said, "I reject them all."

At that time, he was an uneducated ruffian who was always cheating and deceiving people. How could he dare to hinder the girls' bright future?

Ling Shumo pulled the man closer to him and said, "Indeed, there are people who are talking about marriage. Twenty-three families have proposed marriage, and they all refused, just like you."

At the age of fifteen, he lost his confidant and gave up painting to take the imperial examination.

Three years later, he became the top scorer in the imperial examination, but his father died of overwork on the day the results were announced.

Ling Shumo, who came from a poor family, was assigned to be the magistrate of a small town. His mother died suddenly due to long-term depression, as she could not bear the death of his father.

From then on, he observed mourning for three years and did not discuss marriage until he was twenty-one years old.

Coincidentally, at that time, someone met someone again and felt emotions that they shouldn't have.

"In fact, you did it on purpose, in the name of mourning, not getting married. Right?"

Bai Wan could roughly guess what this man was thinking.

But compared with twenty-three and ten, I seem to have lost.

"Yes..." Ling Shumo nodded deeply, "Do you know how I rejected those twenty-three households?"

"How...how did you refuse?" Bai Wan was very curious.

At this moment, Ling Shumo seemed like a cluster of orchids, breaking the ice with a smile:

"I gave them a painting of their own and asked them to interpret the meaning of the painting. Only those who can interpret it can act as matchmakers."

Bai Wan immediately laughed and said, "If you are so stubborn as to deliberately make things difficult for others, who else but me can solve your painting?"

The man laughed for a few seconds, then suddenly came to his senses and froze in place.

"Well...I'll read a book before going to sleep. You should rest first."

After saying that, Bai Wan simply left the people around him and sat down.

It was really embarrassing, and his thick skin had its effect.

Ling Shumo tilted his head to look at the man's serious expression, smiled quietly, sat down next to him, and also picked up the documents to mark.

Then, he said in a voice as deep as a valley: "Actually, I also have some papers to review, let's do it together..."

People around me just thought it was funny and wondered if I could be more obvious.