บท 137: Flowing Gold

"Does Brother Zhang need me to paint for him?" Wu Ling asked when the hulking man leaned in close. "I teased at the banquet, but I'm happy to help you attract the eye of a woman if you'd like that sort of help." In truth, seeing him away from the influence of Fang Lin and some of the young lord's other friends, Wu Ling's impression of Zhang Buyan was even better than it had been that night. If his new friend asked for a painting, he'd provide one happily.