You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 228 This is trust in no one

In the twilight.

Ling Shumo annotated the official document and studied it carefully for a while. Suddenly, he remembered that this person was also in the government office, so he found an excuse to go and take a look.

He just stared at the door curtain with a dull face and a bitter expression.

This simple and empty place really reflects the poverty of Dingzhou.

Officials throughout the state capital are trying to save as much as possible, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure in various ways, and there are very few bodyguards.

Unable to support a maid like Ruan Jie, he gave her a contract of sale and a sum of money to let her live in the city. Occasionally, he would ask her for instruction on embroidery and painting techniques and learn to use a needle as a pen.

At this moment, Bai Wan was holding a hand warmer, drawing a map while checking topographic documents and incomplete maps of state annals.

He is now an engineer, and is about to redraw the map of Yanzhou for use in war based on the reports from the spies and the "Yanzhou Chronicle" booklet.

The so-called fine painting is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut for the white pea today.

He didn't care about the working environment or the simplicity and poor quality of his writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. As long as he had a hand warmer to keep warm, it would be fine.

His face looked a little gloomy, still so addictive and full of worries...

Ling Shumo smiled bitterly: It seems that he also stayed up until midnight in the government office...

But after letting out a sigh, I felt the same way.

There was no way. Ever since the military pay was decided, the plan to capture Yanzhou began to be planned and all departments were very busy.

Although the two people never met, they worked together day and night.

Ling Shumo tiptoed in and quietly watched people painting under the lights at night, so focused that he seemed oblivious to everything around him.

Bai Wan was sitting right behind him, and there was a sense of restraint as if the heaven and earth had stopped.

"Zi Chen, do you think my ears and nose are not good?"

I could tell who was coming right away, and I could feel someone coming in even from a distance.

Ling Shumo put his hands behind his back and smiled: "Yes, it's me."

Looking at the person coming, Bai Wan felt safe and warm, and all his fatigue and sleepiness disappeared.

He immediately put down the paper and pen and walked towards the person: "It seems that your official duties are not very busy. You still have time to waste time here."

Ling Shumo gathered his cloak closer and said, "Then it's not a waste of time for Shi Yaqing to ask you for advice on painting?"

The tone was gentle, but it seemed like a turkey being overturned.

"You also know that I didn't see this man later, and he went back." Bai Wan smiled, "When did you become so stingy?"

After hearing this, Ling Shumo could only put on a faint smile.

Doesn't this person really know how heavy that piece of paper promise is?

Throughout history, men could not marry each other, and there were no marriage certificates.

Even if you go through with the wedding ceremony it is just deceiving yourself and others. Even if you are not despised by others, it will still become a topic of discussion.

The written promise he made together replaced the homologous commitment between men and women and served as a separate bond between men.

How can one not be moved and nostalgic?

"I... am..." His expression was somewhat affectionate.

At this moment, people are trapped deeper and can't control their emotions.

Bai Wan widened his eyes, thinking that there was a dummy in front of him.

The one who always refuses to admit "no" will eventually say "yes" one day.

"From now on, will you be whatever I say you are? Even if you are a monster?"

He was grinning and frivolous at the moment, with no moral principles at all.

Ling Shumo's eyes were full of tenderness and burning: "That's fine too——"

The person on the other side fell silent instantly, as if he couldn't take a joke.

This man's gaze was about to tear him apart...

At this moment, Bai Wan's beautiful face looked red under the candlelight. She immediately shifted her gaze and took out a whole box from the side and placed it on the table.

The man said to Ling Shumo solemnly, "Can we discuss something?"

Ling Shumo blurted out, "What?"

Bai Wan frowned, his face very serious: "Lend me an empty tent for three days, it will be of use to me!"

"it is good--"

The voice is long and firm.

"Don't you even ask me what I'm supposed to do?"

Ling Shumo just looked at him quietly, his eyes flickering: "You are an engineer of the Dingzhou Army, and you are definitely not a bad person with your character!"

This kind of tacit understanding is the trust that does not exist in anyone else except this person.

Others, no!

……

Soon, the military and state affairs approved a separate account.

Under the blood-red sunset, Bai Wan put on a cloak and carried the box over, and even tricked Shen Zhuyue, Luo Wenqi and Wang Sen into going along.

This tent is completely empty, without a single object. If it were a home, it would be a bare house.

Luo Wenqi's face didn't look good. He was forcibly pulled here by someone, and he was afraid that he would do something wrong again.

On the contrary, Shen Zhuyue seemed delighted and interested. She thought that these two painting masters might have something to teach her.

"Hey, Xiaobai. Since you are an engineer, you should be drawing a map. Why are you making this empty tent?" Luo Wenqi couldn't help but ask.

"Two painters, one is good at figures, and the other is proficient in composition. I need to learn from you!" Bai Wan bowed and performed a great salute.

Now, the amazing and talented first-class painter Da Ying is so respectful.

It really makes people feel goosebumps all over the body.

"What on earth are you going to do..."

Bai Wan was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "A painter's pen is not only used to paint romantic scenes, talented men and beautiful women. Do you two painters know?"

In the past, he was alone and always wanted to use his pen to express the people's sentiments and to let the emperor know, relying on the illusory imperial power.

Now, I feel that there is more than just one path for people.

The things in the box were what he had accumulated over half a year, and he put a lot of effort into each one.

So, when Luo Wenqi and Shen Zhuyue saw it, they were shocked.

I saw clearly those memories that could not be retrieved and the things that could not be controlled...

Luo Wenqi seemed to be struck by lightning, and it was difficult to breathe: "Hey, Xiaobai. You have to put these..."

There was a loud bang, and Shen Zhuyue lost her composure when she saw what was in the box.

Both of their faces were filled with unspeakable excitement!

"Yes, I want to do this." Bai Wan looked at them somewhat sadly, "Your talents and expertise are superior to mine, can you do this together?"

Hearing this, Luo Wenqi looked around quietly: "Well, I believe in Xiaobai!"

Shen Zhuyue also nodded happily: "How can Shen not agree?"

Wang Sen shrugged his shoulders: "When the boss speaks, the younger brother must obey."

Hold hands and clench fists, share the consequences, and be loyal to each other.

The entire tent was empty, and the four of them began to get busy.

Ling Shumo ordered everyone not to approach the tent. There was an inexplicable surge of blood surrounding them...