You rascal, stop right there!

The bloodstains were clearly left just now, and were so clear that one could tell with just a quick glance that he had been stabbed.

There was no time to react before Ling Shumo's eyes turned white, freezing all the pain and worry.

"Abai..."

He felt like there was something blocking his heart and he muttered to himself.

"Minister Ling! Minister Ling?" The people around him called him several times in a row, but there seemed to be no response.

Perhaps, at this moment, everything in the world has blurred into dust in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong with Minister Ling?" Emperor Jiaxing looked at the man strangely.

Ling Shumo didn't know how he walked out of Yong'an Palace. He only heard halfway through that the emperor had pardoned Bai Zhihou and that he was being carried to the official residence.

He stopped in disbelief, then bowed extremely deeply to the young eunuch who told him the news, and the other party was so frightened that he wanted to kneel down.

This person, who usually walked slowly and was reluctant to hurry, was now leaping towards the official residence.

That was the only close person in his life!

Fortunately, there is no danger to life!

the other side.

White Pea just lost too much blood.

In order to meet His Majesty, he sharpened the chopsticks he used in the prison into a knife shape and stabbed them deep in his thigh to write a blood letter.

He also used hand clamps and poison powder to force the jailer to pass messages to him, showing no respect at all.

I really have to say he is a ruthless person.

However, exchanging injuries for lives is a huge gamble, and losing too much blood is also a gamble.

Bai Wan's official residence was very simple, and the emperor did not give him too many public supplies. The only advantage was that it was very close to Daying Painting Academy.

Cheng Su, the direct court official, ordered the eunuchs to carefully carry him to the bed on a stretcher and had the imperial physician bandage him. According to the rules, he gave him some benefits before leaving.

The man was a little dazed, but when he woke up, he saw a familiar figure in the room.

"Shen... Shizhao?"

The man's official uniform was slightly wrinkled, and he looked at him with some guilt on his face: "Marquis Bai Zhi, your misfortune this time was not my intention. Shen came here to apologize!"

He raised his hands and saluted solemnly.

Shen Zhuyue has been feeling guilty ever since the day Bai Wan was imprisoned, but she doesn't have the courage to go to His Majesty to plead for mercy.

Fortunately, I learned today that this person was pardoned, so I came to see if I can make amends.

Seeing this man's sincerity, Bai Wan smiled casually: "It's okay, I know the person who framed me must not be Shen Shizhao!"

"You..." Shen Zhuyue hesitated, "Do you really believe me?"

"Then I don't believe it. Are you going to kill yourself right here and then and let me see?" Bai Wan raised his eyebrows.

These words immediately choked the other party.

"Yes, it was you who asked me to draw that day. It's really suspicious. It's like you deliberately pushed me to the forefront. But what is your motive?"

Bai Wan just felt that this person was thinking too much.

If they really wanted to frame him, He Xiang would be a bigger suspect than him, a random acquaintance.

Moreover, he had been in the market for many years and could see that Shen Zhuyue was just a slightly reserved and old-fashioned person, and was definitely not as cunning as him.

"If Shen Shizhao really wanted to frame me, why did he tell me that Lingyu's pattern should be cloud-shaped instead of flower-shaped?"

Bai Wan closed her eyes tiredly.

"I'm always good at judging people. You're a good person."

"Besides, we have no grudges against each other. I didn't steal the girl you liked! I didn't gamble with you and make you pay for your pants!"

Shen Zhuyue suddenly laughed. This person could actually say such inappropriate words to comfort others in such a situation.

He paused and said, "Even if you forgive Shen, after all, the painting made you like this that day. I still have to bear some responsibility."

That being the case...

Bai Wan's eyes rolled around: "Since Shen Shizhao said so, I won't be polite!"

"Buy me a portion of the white sugar cake from the Thirteen Spices sugar shop in the capital, and we'll be even!"

Shen Zhuyue was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect this person to say that. She said calmly, "Okay."

That day he was thinking that the number of people being eliminated from the painting academy was too large, and since he admired this person's painting style, he privately wanted this person to gain more favor from His Majesty.

He didn't expect that this man would face life and death disaster because of his unintentional action, and he didn't expect that he could settle the matter with sugar.

I don’t know whether to say that this person is open-minded or that he has a big heart.

Then, he looked at the person on the bed who fell asleep again in a daze out of exhaustion, shook his head helplessly, and walked out the door.

As soon as Shen Zhuyue walked out of her room, the first person she saw was Ling Shumo, who looked exhausted.

According to rumors, this man was a man of extraordinary talent, but now he seemed to have lost his former elegance and grace. He looked tense and decadent, as if being pulled by something.

Shen Zhuyue stepped forward and bowed: "Minister Ling, are you here to visit Bai Zhihou as well?"

The person opposite was slightly stunned, probably because he did not expect that there were other people entering and leaving Bai Wan's official residence.

The moon was setting in the west, and the simple house seemed to be shrouded in a wisp of mist.

A wooden door and dim lighting.

Shen Zhuyue is on the left and Ling Shumo is on the right.

In this situation, I’m afraid they look a bit like two door gods.

Ling Shumo raised his hand gracefully and saluted elegantly: "Shen Shizhao, I have long heard of your great name."

The person on the other side chuckled: "What are you talking about, Minister Ling? Everyone knows that you are one of the Three Saints of the former Painting Academy. I should have admired you for a long time."

"You're too kind!" Ling Shumo said calmly.

Somehow, Shen Zhuyue felt that the man's complexion was not very good, so she looked at him deeply.

It was a very strange look, although he was still as handsome and elegant as before, with beautiful features, but he looked like he was smiling but not smiling.

"Since you're here to visit, Shen will leave first. I'll bring the sugar cake back another day to make amends."

After saying this, the man left briskly.

Under the moonlight, Ling Shumo's expression had gradually faded.

He paused, his eyes seemed a little dim, with some indescribable emotions, and walked into the door carefully, fearing to wake someone up.

The person on the bed had his eyes closed. Although his face was still pale, his sleeping appearance was peaceful and dazzling in his eyes.

It's great to be alive...

People who have lost too much blood need to rest and will probably sleep until dawn.

He quietly tucked the quilt in for the man, then stopped for a moment.

He originally planned to leave and return home after seeing that this man was fine.

However, my body was not under my control and I couldn't move a single step...

Ling Shumo had no choice but to sit down beside the bed and look at this man quietly.

When he saw the bloody clothes that had been changed by Bai Wan's bed, his mind was in a mess, as if the flowers, trees and tree shadows were all mixed together...