You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 310: Kick Him Off the Bed (Thanks to Lin Yuci, the book friend)

Bai Wan is not stupid, so he naturally understands.

That negotiation was doomed to fail, whether it was "man's will" or "God's will", the result was the same.

However, most of the dozens of people in the peace negotiation delegations from both sides of the shipwreck were ultimately innocent.

Just like the people in Caizhou today who are still being oppressed by the deposed emperor of the previous dynasty, they are all flesh and blood who are manipulated by the powerful and high-ranking officials and treated as tools.

Bai Wan's eyes were clear, as if she was thinking: "I wonder what decision Song Yuanshan will make this time."

Ling Shumo couldn't help but sigh: "He is the emperor now, not a commoner."

Yes!

Even the allies who had risen together in the uprising, the old friends who had known each other for a long time, were no longer the same...

"Zichen, do you know?" Bai Wan lowered her eyes slightly. "I suspected he was sabotaging the peace talks, but I always felt that it was the general trend. The world can't be divided..."

"In that shipwreck, if we were unlucky, we might both have died..."

"He really is a scheming emperor..."

"Perhaps, I should thank him for ending the feud between me and Li Simeng. If it weren't for that shipwreck, I wouldn't have overcome the nightmare..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Looking at him, Ling Shumo couldn't help but feel a little calm.

"You and I are old ministers. We only dream of being free and unrestrained. We cannot compromise or curry favor with others."

"Emperor Ying values literature over military affairs, while Emperor Qing values military affairs over literature. It's just their nature. It's better for me to be a sparrow out of a cage with you than a bird in one."

In fact, they felt that there was nothing wrong with the two of them resigning from their posts.

This is a relationship that is unacceptable to the world, and it is inevitable that one will be despised and framed in the future in his career.

Some people seem to be bold and open-minded, but in fact they are meticulous and thoughtful. Ling Shumo is even more cautious.

However, Bai Wan stretched lazily on purpose:

"Never mind. Let's just get some of that gold out of the pit first!"

Ling Shumo teased him, "How can this be called a trap? Didn't the other party give it to you willingly?"

"Zi Chen, you have learned bad things!" Bai Wan suddenly stood up, clapping his hands and smiling brightly.

These two thousand taels of gold will naturally be paid according to the old rules.

The so-called old rule is that most of the money is sent to the Dingbei Painting Society to help the common people, and a very small portion is used to maintain the living expenses of the two.

These tasks are basically done by Ling Shumo and the professional artists of the painting association.

From witnessing the fall of Daying and the death of Fatty Wang Sen, from those one hundred fan-shaped paintings of salvation...

Bai Wan said, I don’t want to see the rustling sound of bamboo in pain, I want to empathize with it and do my best to help.

Ling Shumo said, although I am no longer in office, I am still concerned about saving the people and share the same aspirations as you.

Then, the two reached an agreement.

Of course, Bai Wan, a fool whose only interest is painting, knows nothing about other operations except painting.

Ling Shumo has seen a lot of things in the world over the years. Even if he is not good at painting, he will do his best and handle everything with rigor.

The two had different styles, yet they were different and yet they combined. This painting club gradually became a place of refuge for countless craftsmen, common people, and even orphans.

Han Miaoran's reputation among the people was accumulated bit by bit and gradually spread widely.

But at this time...

Seeing that it was getting late, Bai Wan took the initiative to go to the villa room they had rented a long time ago.

Finally, the man fell onto the bed, touched the pillow and fell asleep immediately.

After Ling Shumo dealt with the aftermath of the Fanjing Yaji gathering, he returned to the room but couldn't wake the person up no matter how hard he tried.

This so-called painting saint is very uncouth, and there is not a trace of elegance and talent on his face.

Sleep on your back!

The whole person looks extremely lazy and as ugly as it can be.

"Abai?"

There is really no way.

Ling Shumo had no choice but to pick the person up horizontally, adjust his bad sleeping position, and bring his arms slightly closer.

After the touch, the body gradually tensed up...

Bai Wan looks completely different when he is asleep than when he is awake.

The light white shirt fits her body tightly, her hairband hangs loosely on her head, her breathing is soft and even, and she feels indescribably peaceful and tranquil.

Ling Shumo was just about to cover him with a blanket when he discovered that the painting album he always carried with him by the bed actually contained a small sample of "Caizhou Lengsheng Night Banquet".

Unconsciously, I slowly rubbed my fingers over it and saw a few lines of words.

It probably means that one feels that someone is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate others writing inscriptions, so he deliberately leaves a blank space for the text to be written.

Ling Shumo couldn't help but caress her cheek, gently touching her skin, and said with a smile: "How could I be so petty? I'm surprised you still remember these things at that time."

He had no choice but to pick up the pen and write something on it before putting it down.

Every painting by Han Miaoran must have an inscription by Ling Shumo.

This has become a tacit understanding.

So, he held the person tightly in his arms, and held her to sleep as if he was very familiar with it. He rubbed her nose and kissed her forehead before gently closing his eyes.

result……

Maybe it was the discomfort of the heat, or the nightmare from falling asleep.

Bai Wan turned over unconsciously, kicked him sideways, and kicked him off the bed, rolling to the ground.

Ling Shumo lay back down on the bed skillfully, smiling helplessly...

"Or maybe you've been too tired during the day. I think I need to buy you some incense to soothe you and help you sleep."

Mostly like this every night...

One of them grabbed the quilt in the second half of the night, and the other kicked people off the bed in the first half of the night.

Can't quarrel, can only have fun...