You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 292 My relationship with Zichen is aboveboard

early morning.

After packing up all the things, Ling Shumo and Bai Wan walked out of the house.

When passing by the stone piles of Qingliang Temple, a noisy sound came into my ears.

"Brother Bai, Brother Ling! Are you really going to leave?"

In the past few months, Fakong has grown his hair long, and at first glance he no longer looks like a monk but an ordinary teenager.

He was not sent away because he was too young, and now he has returned to secular life and is guarding the Qingliang Temple with his hair uncut.

Bai Wan raised an eyebrow: "If you don't leave now, you will be in trouble!"

As expected, there were already quite a few strangers near the stone pillar with the temple name not far away.

Since Han Miaoran's murals saved the temple from demolition, many people have flocked to Chijiang County.

Some wealthy businessmen, officials and even people who love painting came here to see the paintings and said frankly:

"You should see it in person, and it will be worth your life. Maybe you can even meet Xi Meng and Lin An and ask for their calligraphy and paintings."

He keeps on talking and it's really noisy.

Bai Wan calmly carried her bag on her back and grabbed Ling Shumo's sleeve, trying to slip away from the corner.

Fakong nodded and followed him away.

Ling Shumo changed his tone of voice and said, "They will definitely pay a huge sum of money for the painting. Are you willing to leave?"

"Don't give me that. I'm not looking for trouble!" Bai Wan immediately said sternly.

"If there is one, there will be two. These people must have raised monks. There are so many temples and Taoist temples in the world, but not all of them are good."

If because of this incident, other temples asked him to paint, would he agree or not?

Next time, Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan will not be so easy to talk to.

must, arise, disaster, misfortune

Ling Shumo sighed: "Abai, I find that you are becoming less and less like a ruffian?"

Bai Wan shook her head: "No, I'm just an elegant ruffian, not a good person."

Ling Shumo: “…”

At this moment, the two couldn't help but smile at each other.

If Han Miaoran had not experienced those five years of living a rogue life, he would have been depressed a long time ago.

Now he has learned how to swim, has lost his desire for the best painting in the world, and seeks paintings that are "natural and abundant".

Everything in the past seems like smoke.

White Pea leaned over to his ear and said:

"Boss Cheng left here after recovering from his injuries, saying he was looking for his wife and children. Otherwise, he should have left with us..."

Suddenly, I noticed the face of the person opposite me darkened and I immediately shut my mouth.

Ling Shumo said pointedly: "He is him, and we are us."

"Yes——" Bai Wan couldn't help laughing.

"Boss Cheng is a poet who is physically disabled but mentally strong. Even though he can't speak, he can still be a poet who is far superior to others. But..."

"I think the previous piece, 'Dream Dyeing Post' written by Lin'an Jushi, is better."

His smile was like the coming of spring in the severe winter and the breaking of the ice of orchids.

Before leaving, Cheng Su asked him whether he had any incestuous relationship with Ling Shumo.

I even wanted to persuade him to give up such a vague transgression and return to normal.

A confidant is a confidant, and a lover is a lover.

Because for two men, that was against the laws of nature and ethics.

Especially since these two people are so famous and unacceptable to the world, how will the history books record it?

I'm afraid that by then the history books will only record that the two had the habit of Longyang, rather than their talent in calligraphy and painting.

But White Pea didn't care.

It doesn't matter even if this relationship is not recognized by everyone in the world.

So, Bai Wan said to him firmly:

"Life is short, and the red thread ties the hair. The relationship between Zichen and I is open and aboveboard!"

Cheng Su was so frightened that she stopped trying to dissuade him and quietly said goodbye and left.

Ling Shumo saw the thoughtful look in Bai Wan's eyes and clasped his hands slightly.

"Abai..."

He suppressed his smile and looked at me deeply, "Do you always treat me like a girl?"

Bai Wan was happy. Zi Chen was able to realize this.

So, he immediately turned sideways: “No, how could that be!”

Just listen to other people's opinions.

Let future generations comment on history books, what does it have to do with him?

"Let's go."

Ling Shumo stared at him, stretched out his hand and held it with a smile: "Okay——"

Lived in Chijiang County for half a year.

According to previous arrangements, they were going to travel all over the country together and paint all the mountains and rivers in the world.

Stay together for a lifetime——

Apart from each other, nothing else in the world matters!