You rascal, stop right there!

At midnight.

Yong'an Hall.

After Princess Dianyang fainted, the entire Imperial Hospital gathered around her. Everyone was walking on thin ice, fearing that the princess would die.

The ministers retreated, but secretly complained in their hearts.

They were all worried that the sickly princess would die in Daying. Afterwards, Daying was attacked by Xuanli and Lingyu countries, and war broke out.

Thinking of this, Emperor Jiaxing privately negotiated with the imperial physician Lin Shiqing: "Imperial Physician Lin, is there really no cure for this princess's illness?"

"Your Majesty," Lin Shiqing twirled his beard, "Do you understand the word love?"

Emperor Jiaxing hesitated for a moment.

How could an emperor possibly understand love?

The man on the other side still twirled his beard helplessly: "The princess is hurt by love, this is a heart disease. The late county master is the crux of the problem..."

They all know how to heal illnesses.

They also understand medical treatment.

But who can heal the heart?

Especially the word "love"!

The painting of the mutilated remains undoubtedly aggravated Princess Dianyang's longing and emotional pain. How could it be possible to heal it all at once?

Looking at the pale-faced Princess Dianyang lying on the bed, Emperor Jiaxing felt even more upset.

"Execute Bai Zhihou tonight!" he was furious.

Now the only way to relieve his anger is to kill the painter Bai Wan.

A guard with a sword suddenly came forward and said, "Marquis Bai Zhi, please see your majesty!"

Emperor Jiaxing glanced sideways and said, "Why are you still meeting someone who is about to die?"

"He... He wrapped himself in blood... He said he could make the princess sober!"

"Oh, he is exaggerating. How dare he think that I will meet him?" Jiaxing sneered.

The guard nodded cautiously, emphasizing each word: "He said that his death is a small matter, while the princess's death is a big matter. Which is more important? Your Majesty, please weigh it carefully!"

"presumptuous!"

It was the first time that Emperor Jiaxing encountered a minister who dared to threaten him like this.

……

The night is dark and the cicadas are chirping mournfully.

The gray-white robe of Bai Wan, who was brought in on a stretcher, was already covered in blood, all written in blood accusing others of injustice.

In order to see the emperor, he stabbed his own leg and dyed his clothes red with his suicidal intent.

Because our Majesty kills people without blinking an eye, but so far he is just an unpredictable and tyrant ruler.

If a minister was taken to the execution ground with a bloody shirt covered in injustice, he would really become a tyrant.

It would be fine if we win big, but the envoys from Lingyu Kingdom would probably spread the news to the Three Kingdoms and all their reputation would be lost.

"Your Majesty!" Bai Wan's face was pale and his teeth were chattering.

He calculated very clearly that the princess's life and death must be more important than his own.

When Jiaxing saw this man, he was stunned for a moment. He was a man of great talent, handsome and elegant, but he had ended up like this.

"Marquis Bai Zhi, you are the first person who dares to see me by threatening me."

Bai Wan smiled bitterly. If he had a choice, he would not use such a self-mutilating method.

Didn’t our seniors say that someone had done this before and succeeded?

"Prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone for him. I want to see what tricks this guy can come up with!" Jiaxing raised his hand and ordered.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Bai Wan bowed and saluted.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, picked up the brush and ink, and calmly began to paint, not even caring about the blood flowing from his legs.

For him, once he starts painting, everything in the world has no effect on him.

Emperor Jiaxing and a group of imperial doctors watched on.

They thought that this person would repaint a lifelike portrait of the Duke.

Unexpectedly, what he saw was a picture of a secret play, and it was a flirtatious painting of the county lord and several of his concubines and maids laughing and playing together.

Emperor Jiaxing was furious: "You are absolutely crazy! You risked your life just to paint something like this?"

Bai Wan still looked defeated, but his expression was calm: "Do I look like someone who is impatient with life?"

The people around him looked at him and just wanted to say something.

Yes! Very similar!

Painting the Duke into such an ugly state simply means he is wishing he would die.

But the man with a calm face said firmly: "I am going to die, Your Majesty, can't you try to save the situation? You won't suffer any loss!"

presumptuous!

Is this a question of whether or not you will suffer a loss?

Emperor Jiaxing was furious, but he also felt that what he said seemed to make some sense.

Lin Shiqing, who was standing by, couldn't help sweating and raised his voice: "Your Majesty, why not give it a try."

Therefore, they had no choice but to hand this absurd painting to Princess Dianyang, who was half asleep and half awake on the bed, with half belief and half doubt.

The person on the bed was probably too sad, and when he saw the painting, he was immediately attracted to the Duke.

However, when she wanted to reminisce about something, she was shocked by the countless concubines around that man and her eyes widened.

"Didn't you say that I was the only one in your heart?"

In the hallucination, I actually felt a dull heat in my chest.

"How dare you lie to me!"

The people around saw that the princess's spirit seemed to have changed a little.

"If you were so unfaithful, you should have died long ago!"

She felt a burst of depression and then fell into a deep sleep again.

……

Lin Shiqing quickly stepped forward to take the patient's pulse and found that the patient was getting better.

"Your Majesty, the princess's anger just now has released the pent-up energy she has accumulated over the past few days, and it seems to have had some effect."

The twists and turns are so amazing.

Who would have thought that using hatred and anger instead of love and sorrow could actually make a slight difference in the long-standing emotional pain in his heart.

"Using emotions to control emotions, Bai Zhihou actually has such a wonderful idea."

Emperor Jiaxing couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment. Just like he thought this person deserved death because of his lack of talent, but now he thought that he should live well because of his talent.

"Your Majesty...I am innocent...right..."

Bai Wan lost too much blood and his consciousness was a little blurred.

For a moment, he felt as if he saw the roast chicken from his great-grandfather's house waving at him.

Emperor Jiaxing turned his head away helplessly: "I forgive you, go back and heal your wounds!"

The man on the stretcher had beads of sweat on his forehead and eventually he fainted and was carried out.

The sword-wielding guard who had just run out came back again: "Your Majesty, Minister Ling requests to see you."

Jiaxing glanced sideways: "Why is there another one?"

Ling Shumo, wearing a red official uniform, looked very solemn and walked forward with a scroll in his hand.

"Minister Ling, what are you doing here? Do you know that outsiders are not allowed to enter the palace without being summoned?" Emperor Jiaxing looked up at him.

He said calmly: "I am here to share your Majesty's worries."

Share worries?

I'm afraid he's here to beg for mercy!

Emperor Jiaxing immediately realized that the painting in the Minister of Rites' hand was the one that showed someone being imprisoned the day before.

"Your Majesty also hopes that the two countries can form an alliance smoothly, doesn't he? The death of a painter is a small matter, but the death of a princess is a big matter." Ling Shumo's words were sincere.

What's wrong with these two people? They say almost exactly the same thing.

Emperor Jiaxing did not say anything, but just watched quietly to see what this man wanted to do.

Then, Ling Shumo spread out the scroll, which was the one where the Duke had blood on his mouth and chest and had Bai Wan imprisoned.

"Your Majesty, the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones used in palace paintings are all provided by the royal family, and the sizes of portrait paintings are also standardized."

"But the red bloodstains on Bai Zhihou's paintings are not imperial pigments at all, but cinnabar. The brushwork is also different from his usual method."

"It is well known that Bai Zhihou painted with his left hand, and his strokes were mostly from right to left, not from left to right."

"More importantly, how could Bai Zhihou dig his own grave when he painted for the royal family for the first time? I beg Your Majesty to forgive him."

Every word Ling Shumo spoke was full of gems and from the bottom of his heart, almost expressing out all his feelings.

In fact, what he said was not impossible to find out, but the Emperor Jiaxing was furious at the time, and anyone who dared to propose a re-examination of the paintings was simply seeking death.

Besides, no court official was willing to plead for a small court painter.

"Haha!" Emperor Jiaxing looked at the man and suddenly smiled, "That makes sense, but it's a pity that you're late. I've already seen him and carried him out."

what?

Carry it out!

Ling Shumo looked at the bloodstains on the ground and his face turned pale.