You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 309: This Marquis personally wrote the inscription (thanks to my book friend Shi Shi)

Han Miaoran, the master of painting, has been known for his naturally proud character and eccentric temper for many years.

Xuanxing could not launch a direct attack due to his now too great fame and high prestige among scholars and common people.

"Painter Han!"

He called out reluctantly.

The young eunuch beside him held the seal and the written contract in his hand.

If he were not the king of a fallen country, why would he still need to borrow this person's name?

This written contract, from the deposit to the title of the painting, is vague in all details.

Bai Wan looked at it again and again and then picked up the pen.

It seemed that the content of the painting was a little difficult to talk about. Xuanxing looked around after a while:

"I would like to inform you personally of the contents of this painting. Since the gathering has already ended, could you please dismiss the others?"

"Next to the courtyard is the study."

As soon as Bai Wan finished speaking, Ling Shumo cautiously pulled his sleeve.

"I'll go with you."

"Zi Chen, don't you still believe me?"

He smiled leisurely, moved his hand away, and indicated that he could handle everything.

The literati and poets scattered, and a few of them looked back from time to time. Ling Shumo followed carefully from a distance behind.

The study was close by, and he quickly reached the door in three or five steps. It was very elegant.

Bai Wan knocked on the door lightly, looking thoughtful: "My Lord, please speak."

Emperor Qing’s Northern Expedition to Xuanli is imminent!

Although the financial situation was somewhat alleviated by the anti-Buddhist movement, the treasury was still empty and insufficient to fight.

Crying poor is almost a must for every powerful official in the previous dynasty today.

Xuanxing, on the other hand, wanted a simple and frugal life in the mansion, where he could live a simple life and make direct appeals to Emperor Qingwu to understand the truth.

"This painting is called "Lengzhi Mansion Gate". I give you three days." Xuanxing said.

Bai Wan smiled and looked at him, then shook her head.

Xuanxing initially thought that the time limit was too tight, so he nodded and pondered for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the person opposite said softly:

"It will only take an hour. We can frame the painting in time tonight so as not to delay important matters."

what? !

I really thought I had heard it wrong.

"Master Han is too conceited. It only took one hour..."

Although Xuanxing was not good at calligraphy and painting, he knew that painting required a lot of effort, so how could he possibly save so much time than the previous counterfeit?

Bai Wan thought about it and said in a serious tone:

"You can see Han's paintings. The brush, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready. When it comes to painting, I never break my promise."

When he said this, his expression was very natural.

Such a person is unique in the world. He has an incomprehensible confidence that is completely unquestionable and incomprehensible.

Xuanxing looked at the man strangely and said nothing.

After all, there were paintings such as "The Picture of Refugees", "The Volume of Shocking Changes", "The Biography of the Ten Philosophers of Confucius" and even "The Sorrow of the Fall" that influenced the current situation.

Han Miaoran is not an ordinary painter, and his brush strokes are different from those of ordinary people.

If he had not been somewhat resistant to his actions in the Qing Dynasty uprising army, he would not have known what this person looked like until now.

There was a long silence.

He finally said slowly, "This Lord, it is granted!"

No one had expected that this Fanjing Yaji would involve such a thing.

It is too absurd to finish painting "Lengzhi Mansion Gate" in just one hour.

But I always want to see why miracles happen.

The night is getting darker.

Bai Wan had already prepared the four treasures of the study on the table, two different types of ink and ink sticks.

Candlelight filled the room.

The night firelight cast a shadow on the brush in his hand.

He stood quietly in front of the table, his eyes slightly lowered, his mind and eyes filled with only the paper in front of him.

Xuanxing held his breath, as if he was in a wonderland, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Bai Wan paints very quickly, and the painting is completed in one stroke, as if there are whirlwinds in his hands.

All in one go!

All in one go!

His face was as calm as water, and there was no sign of him being the rogue who was desperate for money.

What made Xuanxing feel even more incredible was that the portraits and decorations at the gate of the mansion that he had described in general terms were actually painted out exactly.

Xuanxing curled his lips and opened them slightly, as if he could no longer speak.

Candles flickered at night.

The person outside the door looked inside through the gap.

Ling Shumo couldn't help but worry when he saw the person who was completely immersed in painting.

Since regaining his sight, Bai Wan has been painting at an increasingly faster pace.

Although this is a good thing, it is more likely to make people neglect their bodies, overthink, and practice so hard that they forget to eat and sleep.

About an hour passed.

The pen stopped!

When Bai Wan put down the second pen, he was still completely immersed in it, his expression calm and gentle.

He raised his head slightly and said habitually: "Zichen, it's your turn to write the inscription!"

Suddenly seeing Xuanxing standing alone next to him, he couldn't help but slow down his tone and change his tone:

"Oh, I mean the painting needs an inscription."

“It should be so!”

Everyone in the world knows that almost all of Han Miaoran's paintings are inscribed by Ling Shumo, so this is not surprising.

Xuanxing looked at the painting carefully: it depicted a dinner party at the Marquis Weitian's residence. However, apart from himself and his wife, there were only three or five people present.

The wooden table in front of me was filled with vegetarian food, with very little meat. Simple meals like soft-stoved earthen rice, steamed gourds, and green vegetables.

The previous "Lengzhi Mansion" was too much and not realistic.

The two servants in this painting are dressed neatly without patches, while the couple are wearing coarse clothes with patches, which is a sharp contrast.

The space of the courtyard wall in the picture is small, and the Caizhou Weitianhou Mansion is declining and no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

Xuanxing's expression seemed quite satisfied, and he picked up the pen:

"This is written by me personally!"

As I wrote "Night Banquet at Lengzhi Mansion" on the paper, I suddenly felt complicated.

His handwriting was unremarkable, but he paused for a moment.

"Han has learned how to mount paintings. It takes at least three to five days to mount a painting. I suggest that when you deliver the painting, you send someone to hold the painting while they are on the way." Bai Wan said.

It's indeed very thoughtful, but it sounds weird.

Xuanxing frowned slightly, and his words changed slightly: "Did Painter Han really paint for this marquis for two thousand taels of gold?"

Bai Wan looked at him, as if she had already prepared a pretext: "Han loves money like his life."

"Ah--"

Xuanxing laughed, his voice a little muffled.

With my status at that level, even if I'm suspicious, there's no need to ask for more clarity.

As Xuanxing put away the paintings, Baiwan put away the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table one by one, and even the felt was carefully handled.

For more than an hour, it seemed as if no one had ever acted at this table.

When I opened the door, it was almost midnight.

Almost all the guests had left, only Ling Shumo and Wei Tianhou's guards were waiting not far from the door.

Xuanxing walked out holding the scroll, a smile on his face, but he looked anxious.

The moon hangs in the sky and rises to the zenith.

As the sedan chair left, Bai Wan saw that the king of a fallen country walked steadily with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Bai Wan looked at Ling Shumo beside him and said, "Zi Chen, do you think the negotiation shipwreck during the 'River Alliance' was related to Emperor Qingwu?"

Seeing him say this, Ling Shumo's teeth clenched a little: "Actually, you guessed it a long time ago, right?"

They know each other well.