You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 301 You are on my pirate ship, so be with me (thanks to my book friend Jingzhigua)

The next day, three quarters past noon.

Bai Wan woke up really late.

He felt as if there was a circle of fire in his head, floating in mid-air, as if he was falling into an abyss.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ling Shumo standing by the bed, staring at him quietly.

"What time is it? How long have I slept?"

"It's three quarters past noon."

Bai Wan stood up and slapped her sleepy cheeks: "Why didn't you call me again? Today..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Ling Shumo handing him a handkerchief.

"You seem to be sleeping so peacefully, I can't bear to wake you up."

Bai Wan frowned slightly and glared at the person opposite her: "It's always like this, you do it on purpose."

"yes --"

Ling Shumo smiled, rubbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Is that possible?"

Uh--

Looking at me with such gentle eyes as if frost has melted and snow has cleared, and with blushing ears, it is really impossible to lose temper at all.

"Ok, Ok!"

The mouth is full of white peas.

Anyway, every time, he was compromised by this kind of unbearable beauty.

After a long silence, Bai Wan finally stood up.

As soon as he put on his clothes, he locked himself in the room and wrote furiously, producing many pieces of calligraphy.

Ling Shumo looked at the official script calligraphy, every word was sincere, so he picked it up to read.

He took one look and whispered softly:

"You want to hold an art gathering in Caizhou. Not only invite people from the Dingbei Painting Society, but also spread the news."

If it were Han Miaoran seven years ago, she would have rarely socialized, and it would be even more impossible for her to participate in any elegant gatherings under her own name.

This move was actually an admission of his own identity. On the other hand, it forced the person who was forcing Guizhai to stop holding someone captive and impersonating him.

Because, if you just rescue people directly, you will not be able to avoid the next victim.

Bai Wan thought for a moment and asked seriously, "Don't you think I'm meddling in your business?"

Knowing that this person was joking on purpose, Ling Shumo hugged him and said, "One person is nosy, but two people are not."

"What is that?" Bai Wan tilted her head to look at him.

Ling Shumo said seriously: "We share the same ideals."

His eyes gradually became clear, his eyes were affectionate and hazy, and he picked up the pen to help write the post.

Bai Wan watched quietly and said nothing more.

I used to love talking nonsense, but now I actually have this urge to feel sad...

If he had been willing to face everything with Zichen seven years ago, even if it was just to send a letter, what happened later would not have happened.

Bai Wan closed her eyes, leaned over and hugged him tightly: "I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry for what?"

Ling Shumo smiled and kissed his forehead.

"I'm sorry for your sincerity, or for not bringing me along when you did something so profoundly affectionate?"

He really understood, because they were soulmates...

Han Miaoran has his own reasons for what he wants to do.

Ling Shumo too.

Then, Bai Wan showed a genuine smile, took the initiative to hand the letter to the other party, and raised his eyebrows slyly:

"Then you'll be on my pirate ship and become a little devil with me. Will you go to the post station later?"

"it is good--"

After that, in just three days.

The news that Han Miaoran was going to hold the Fanjing Elegant Gathering in Caizhou spread among the literati.

Because it was an elegant gathering of the Painting Saints, the state government approved it very quickly and the scene was unprecedented.

Today, his fame is even greater than it was then, and he is deeply loved by the people. Any calligraphy or painting signed by Han Miaoran is extremely valuable and hard to come by.

As a result, many scholars and literati heard the news and wanted to see what was going on.

If you are lucky enough to get one or two pieces of calligraphy, you will be able to express your admiration and longing for them.

Violate the Heavenly Marquis Mansion.

Xuanxing leaned back in a chair covered with gold-thread cushions, holding a document beside him and looking at it carefully.

The maids gathered in a circle, one fanning, one pouring tea, and others serving snacks and other miscellaneous things.

"Madam, did you know that the painting master Han Miaoran is going to hold the Fanjing Yaji in Caizhou?"

The beautiful woman beside him lowered her head and said, "I don't know."

Hearing this, Xuanxing smiled and said, "When will the painting 'Lengzhi Mansion Gate' be delivered? Didn't they say it would be finished in one day?"

The beautiful woman stood up and stepped back cautiously without moving.

"He...he said he injured his hand and can't paint for the time being, so he asked us to wait."

Xuanxing thought for a moment and pushed the maid next to him.

"You all get down."

"yes-- "

Everyone retreated.

The beautiful woman had already walked in front of the man, and a trace of anxiety suddenly flashed across her face.

"Master Hou, what are you doing?"

Xuanxing said gently, "Please invite the painter Han Miaoran you know to come tomorrow. I would like to meet him."

He was not as foolish as the foolish Emperor Jiaxing.

Although he had never seen Han Miaoran before in the palace or even after Jiangqing, he knew a little about this person's reputation and personality.

Since the Fanjing Yaji was going to be held in Caizhou, he had to see it in person.

The beautiful woman clearly felt the sinister look in the man's eyes, which was quite strange.

She abruptly retracted her gaze: "Yes——"