My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare! Chapter 86 - 82 Mysterious Woman

Han Zhuo's prison cart stopped at the entrance of the Ministry of Justice, and Li Nuo had already returned to the Song Family's residence.

The wife and Mumu were not at ho; it was unclear what they were up to.

Li Nuo returned to his room alone and suddenly rembered sothing. He pulled out the Law Code and flipped to the last page.

On this page, Han Zhuo's portrait was illuminated, indicating he possessed a talent significantly beyond that of ordinary people.

The Spiegel Bureau guard who investigated Han Zhuo said that Han Zhuo excelled in Mathematics and painting, both of which were compulsory in the Imperial Examination.

Among the Six Arts, the Book Departnt was the most important, followed by Mathematics.

Compared to these two, the Ritual Departnt, Music Departnt, archery, and Horse Riding carried less weight in the exams.

If the total weight of the exam was ten, then the Book Departnt accounted for four, Mathematics for two, and the remaining four departnts, one each; overall, there was still a preference for literary over martial arts.

Furthermore, the Book Departnt could be subdivided into calligraphy, painting, Law, and Composition.

Han Zhuo was proficient in Mathematics and painting, accounting for three-tenths of the total weight of the Imperial Examination. If there were no significant weaknesses in the other departnts, he had a strong chance of high achievent.

It was just unknown whether the special talent recognised by the Law Code was his Mathematics or his painting, or possibly both.

Li Nuo picked up a Calculus, glanced over it, and didn't notice any differences from before.

He then picked up a brush-------the mont he took the brush in his hand, that familiar sensation returned.

He dipped his brush heavily into the ink, and his wrist moved swiftly over the paper on the desk.

In no ti, an Ink Painting landscape unfurled before his eyes.

Although Li Nuo didn't understand painting, he still had a basic sense of aesthetics.

In the painting, the mountains undulated, the trees were lushly green, the water rippled; the lighter parts were delicate, and the darker parts rich. Even as an amateur, he thought the painting was well-executed and full of artistic conception.

The ability of the "Law Code" could not be considered anything less than supernatural.

If he could catch a few top calligraphers, painters, criminals skilled in riding and shooting, he could directly take the Imperial Examination. It would only cost him a few days of life, and afterwards, capturing more criminals would replenish it.

Anyway, this ability would expire tomorrow. In order not to waste it, Li Nuo took another piece of paper, found so brushes of various thicknesses, and with a figure in mind, began to paint.

After so ti had passed, Li Nuo stretched lazily, put down his brush and admired his freshly completed work.

He had painted a landscape earlier; this ti, it was a portrait.

The woman in the painting leaned against the swing fra, embracing a sword, gazing deeply into the distance, her whole being exuding a transcendental and otherworldly air.

Although it was only a profile, those familiar with her would recognize who he had painted at a glance.

Li Nuo had painted the morable scene of Mumu swinging and the wife leaning on the swing fra that day.

The talent recognized by the "Law Code" was truly deserved; Han Zhuo's character may have been beastly, but his skill in painting was genuinely impressive.

The whole painting was executed with a simplicity that did not lack delicacy, the ink ticulously applied; not only was the appearance true to life, but the wife's extraordinary character was also captured.

Li Nuo himself couldn't take his eyes off of it.

Let alone Song Jiaren, who had been standing behind him for quite so ti.

She looked at Li Nuo, her voice full of surprise, "You can paint?"

Li Nuo was startled by the sudden voice, turned around to see his wife standing behind him, and asked, "A little... When did you co back?"

"I've been back for a while. Seeing you so engrossed in painting, I didn't want to disturb you." Song Jiaren approached and, looking at the portrait on the table, a special glimr appeared in her eyes.

This painting... was truly beautiful.

She had learned painting as a child but never quite mastered it and eventually gave up.

She had always envied those with exquisite painting skills.

Seeing her captivated, Li Nuo said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Song Jiaren nodded and said, "Thank you..."

Seeing the unhidden joy on her face, so thoughts suddenly surfaced in Li Nuo's mind, prompting him to speak again, "Actually, if there were color pignts, I could make it even better..."

Song Jiaren imdiately said, "I'll find so!"

With that, she disappeared from Li Nuo's sight.

Li Nuo found it amusing; she seed indifferent to everything on a daily basis, but when it ca to sothing she liked, she couldn't hide her feelings.

Song Jiaren hadn't returned with the pignts yet, but Song Mu'er ca over first.

As soon as she entered the room, she was captivated by the painting on the desk, ran over, her eyes shining as she looked at it, and asked Li Nuo, "Brother Li Nuo, did you paint this?"

Li Nuo nodded.

Song Mu'er grabbed his arm, shaking it while pleading, "I want one too, Brother Li Nuo, please paint one for too..."

Li Nuo glanced at the painting and said, "Aren't you on it?"

Song Mu'er imdiately looked and asked, "Where?"

Li Nuo pointed at a figure on the swing and said, "Here..."

At that mont, Mumu was swinging, so of course she was included in the painting.

However, to distinguish the important from the less so, Li Nuo had rely used a few strokes to outline the figure of a little girl, without even a detailed face, nothing like the care taken with the wife's portrait.

Only then did Song Mu'er realize those casual strokes represented her. Clinging to Li Nuo's arm, she made a face and insisted, "No, no, I don't even have a face in this one. I want one just like Sister Jiaren's. Please..."

Li Nuo had no resistance to Mumu's wheedling. He pinched her face gently, laughing, "Alright, alright, I'll paint one for you now..."

Ink Painting was much simpler than Colorful Ink Painting. Li Nuo took up his brush, and in monts, an adorable and pretty little girl sprang to life on the paper.