You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 296: To regain the place at night in the daytime

In the past few days, Bai Wan and Ling Shumo began to look for the impostor in Caizhou City.

Looking through the art studios one by one, I could only see a few that painted round fans, and their skills were mediocre.

"Could it be that the wife of Marquis Weitian bought this fan from another place?" Bai Wan suddenly thought, "It would be hard to find it anywhere in the country!"

"Will not!"

Ling Shumo reached out and adjusted his collar, carefully turning it up.

"When Emperor Qingwu bestowed the title of Wei Tian Hou, he ordered that we must be self-sufficient and not engage in external trade."

"Okay, let's look for it again."

Bai Wan originally thought that they were too extravagant. If they really traded with foreign countries, the news would have spread long ago.

I originally intended to block it, but I didn't expect that the family was so wealthy.

Afterwards, he gently stopped the person opposite him and said teasingly:

"Still covering my collar, are you tired?"

Upon hearing these words, Ling Shumo's face immediately turned red and he froze.

He looked at Bai Wan's jade neck and the lotus petals one by one.

The hand stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward.

"This...this...I should reflect on myself..."

These words came out one by one with stuttering.

Bai Wan stared at him. The man opposite him looked expressionless, but in fact he was probably in turmoil.

"What's there to be ashamed of..."

He opened his eyes wide and laughed happily and sincerely.

"Next time we'll compete on this, best of three? Best of five?"

Cough!

Ling Shumo quickly covered his mouth, and red suddenly spread from his face to behind his ears.

"In broad daylight...but...don't...don't say that anymore..."

The person opposite immediately smiled evilly, bit his hand lightly and covered it with his own.

"you-- "

This one immediately let go.

Whenever this happened, Ling Shumo couldn't remain calm.

This scoundrel likes to tease people like this. He really needs to get back at night in the daytime.

When he finally calmed down, Bai Wan had already rushed to the calligraphy and painting shop not far away and left the man aside.

Ling Shumo rubbed his forehead helplessly, smiled brightly, and walked forward with the figure.

The streets of Caizhou are lined with shops.

Due to previous reasons, within a few years, it changed from an ordinary small county to a prosperous capital in the south of the Yangtze River.

We are lucky not to be affected by the war.

The name of this calligraphy and painting studio is also elegant: Zhaowenzhai.

The shop owner looked up when he saw someone coming in.

The two men were dressed in ordinary clothes, but they had a scholarly temperament that was quite extraordinary.

Especially when he looked at the calligraphy and painting in the store, his eyes sparkled, unlike those of an ordinary literati.

He walked forward and asked softly, "Gentlemen, do you have any favorites?"

Bai Wan carefully examined all the calligraphy and paintings in the store, fearing that he would miss any clues.

Who would have thought that after looking throughout the entire store, I couldn't find any round fans, even those who were familiar with landscape painting techniques.

"Shopkeeper, have you ever seen a round fan with this kind of painting?"

Bai Wan handed over the small scroll that he had copied last night and asked.

"This..." The shop owner held Xiao Zhang's landscape painting in his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

"Isn't this the painting of the painting saint Han Miaoran? Where did this painting come from? His paintings are hard to come by!"

Bai Wan teased, his eyes rolling around: "You are seeing things wrong, this is fake. That's why I asked you if you have seen it!"

The guess was not wrong, but it was different from my purpose.

The shopkeeper stammered, "Fake?! How...how could it be..."

Bai Wan raised her hand skillfully: "I am just the apprentice of Master Han. I recently saw a fake of this painting in Caizhou. I am afraid that it will damage the reputation of my master, so I came to ask."

Looking at this nonsense expression, Ling Shumo beside him couldn't help but laugh.

"Han Miaoran's paintings are now very valuable, and many people have copied them. Anyone who is good at painting has painted them..."

The shopkeeper stopped and thought deeply, as if he had searched all the way in his mind and thought carefully.

"But Han Miaoran's paintings are extremely difficult to imitate. Only the real person can be the one to paint so like him!"

Cough!

Bai Wan was both amused and confused for a moment, with an awkward smile on her face. Should I say that you have good eyesight?

He picked up the teacup on the table and sipped it carefully.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper seemed to remember something and became very nervous.

"I am old and confused! A few days ago, the Weitianhou Mansion respectfully rewarded a painter in the east of the city."

"One hundred taels of gold and brocade cloth are given to invite you to paint. Such a generous reward, could it be the painter Han Miaoran himself?!"

"If such a painting appeared in Caizhou, it wouldn't be such a coincidence."

Phew——

Bai Wan almost spit out the tea in his mouth.

How come he didn't know that he had a hundred taels of gold and was invited by the marquis's wife to paint in her mansion?

OK!

It's a small matter that this person impersonated my name, but it's a big matter that he didn't give me a share of the money!

What's more, with such talent, it would be a pity to just imitate other people's paintings.

Seeing that he looked annoyed, Ling Shumo pulled him back and gently wiped the tea stains off his face with his sleeve.

"Boss, what's the name of the East City Art Studio?"

The shopkeeper trembled his hands when he saw this: "It's called Guizhai, and it just opened!"

After saying that, Bai Wan grabbed Ling Shumo's sleeve and ran out, looking really anxious.

The shopkeeper looked at his back and asked, "Sir, where is this fake painting?"

The person outside the door waved his hand and said in a loud voice: "This is for you——"

what?

The shop owner continued to look at the painting in amazement. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was clearly an authentic work!