You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 295: Hard Work, Give Me a Kiss

The sky was dyed bright by the nebula, and the clouds were jumping and hanging upside down.

Han Miaoran's paintings are hard to come by nowadays.

He was particularly fond of painting lotus and landscapes, which were most likely to sell for high prices.

Bai Wan clearly remembered that the painting on the fan was the "Dianthus" that was pretending to be his own.

That night, he copied the fake painting he had seen during the day.

I remembered it clearly, so it is exactly the same.

Ling Shumo held the scroll in both hands: "This person is not copying, but imitating your style of painting to create a new painting."

"He is right-handed. And..." Bai Wan tapped his fingers, "The composition and artistic conception are very good. He is a talented person."

To be honest, he appreciated this fake painting more.

Even if he hadn't used the name "Mr. Xi Meng", he would still be appreciated.

pity……

Ling Shumo saw through his thoughts at a glance and said quietly:

"Then tomorrow, shall we go look for this person?"

However, it is not easy to find the source of the fake paintings in such a vast crowd of people.

Bai Wan narrowed her eyes and smiled: "He forced his right hand to imitate the brushstrokes of my left hand. The smudges of ink are obviously the work of an expert."

Some pigments and ink strips are not used by ordinary literati.

"Then I guess that this person is either in a calligraphy and painting shop or has a special painting studio."

Hearing this, Ling Shumo on the other end had already picked up the pen and wrote some words densely.

When people got closer, they saw that they were writing the names of all the studios and calligraphy and painting shops in Caizhou.

Bai Wan looked at him and couldn't help but sigh: "How can you remember so much in your brain?"

He had a poor memory due to illness before, and has only just now recovered it completely.

These are so densely packed together that it gives me a headache just looking at them.

The person opposite smiled: "You probably don't remember how much we spent on pens, ink, paper and inkstones. We always bought a lot every time."

Okay...

For someone like Bai Wan, who paints at least five or six pictures a day, the consumption is enormous.

For a long time, Ling Shumo naturally had to remember the names of all the calligraphy and painting shops and studios in advance.

He seemed to be in charge of money and grain, and he remembered everything for himself.

Even the silver that was used together was thrown to him for collection.

Really virtuous——

When Ling Shumo finished writing, he put away the scroll with the name of the shop and the studio.

"Hard!"

Bai Wulai showed a teasing expression and rushed up to kiss him, a kiss as gentle as a dragonfly touching the water.

Hearing this, the person on the other side seemed to have received some kind of approval. He immediately folded his hands and held the person in his arms, unable to move at all.

As if the night wind was blowing...

The brightly lit inn immediately turned off its lights and heard sobbing sounds.

Someone thought to himself: He says he doesn't feel any resentment, but he is like two different people during the day and at night.

late at night.

The residence of Vitianhou.

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows of two figures.

A deep voice suddenly sounded: "Emperor Qing has decided to march north to attack Xuanli, and all prefectures are required to pay taxes and grain this month."

"My Lord~"

The beautiful woman next to her snorted, her face stiff.

"We were once the Great Winning Royal Family. We are now much more frugal in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation than we were back then. Where does the money come from?"

Wei Tian Hou Xuan Xing closed his eyes for a moment, but still smiled helplessly.

"Madam, you wear gold and silver every day. Do you think no one can see it?"

Although Xuanxing turned a blind eye, it does not mean that he knew nothing about the behavior of the powerful family members outside.

He knew everything about how the lady lived in wealth and splendor, parading in the streets.

"But my Lord, the ones I wear are much simpler than those worn by the queens and concubines in the capital!"

The beautiful woman's eyes suddenly turned red, and her emotions instantly turned into tears.

She really felt wronged.

If Daying had not lost his country, she would have been the Princess of Xuanxing.

If Nan Ying had not lost her country, she would have been the queen.

Now, it is really unfair that she is just a marquis’ wife!

"This... Madam, you also know that we are just surviving in Caizhou now. It is only because of Emperor Qing's generosity that we have a place here."

Xuanxing patted her shoulders comfortingly and hugged her gently.

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth and remained silent, but tears kept falling down her face.

Xuanxing shook his head, stepped forward to wipe his tears, feeling worried and distressed.

He should have known that his wife would not easily give out money and food to help the Northern Expedition.

Even the powerful people who were once related to the Daying royal family would not agree.

These people are still dreaming of making a comeback someday and taking back the great empire they once held!

Xuanxing showed a lot of fatigue between his brows, and smiled reluctantly:

"From tomorrow on, all the rich and powerful in the palace must change into plain clothes and ordinary hairpins and skirts. They are not allowed to use expensive sedan chairs when going out. Food and clothing expenses will be reduced by half."

The tone was serious and unquestionable.

"Yes, Lord~"

The beautiful woman agreed weakly and cried quietly with her face covered.

Xuanxing couldn't help but laugh, and held the woman in his arms, saying with pity:

"Madam, this is a temporary solution. Go back and find a few more artists to paint our poor and frugal life and submit it to the emperor. I will submit another memorial."

His tone was doting.

"Once this matter is resolved, he won't have any control over how we live."

The woman was turned over and pressed on the bed, her body as soft as if she had no bones.

"I met a painter with a great reputation in the painting studio a few days ago. If I use his name to paint our poor life, Emperor Qing will definitely believe it."

"Who?"

The beautiful woman's legs became weak after being kissed, and her expression became extremely gentle and shy.

"Han-Miao-Ran."