You rascal, stop right there!

No one knew that Bai Wan in the dream was trapped in the murmur of the past.

In those places covered with yellow sand, the scenes depicted by the freehand brushwork are truly beyond description for outsiders.

……

After returning from Yong'an Palace that day.

Bai Wan's mind began to become confused, and she imagined a person sitting in the study room with a domineering look on his face.

Under the clear sunlight, he, as Han Miaoran, wore a red official uniform, holding a scroll in his hand, and walked forward with determination and confidence.

This person's eyes were on the scroll from beginning to end.

That is the best picture in the world!

He also did his best.

Compared to the so-called fame, wealth, power, love, hate, anger and ignorance, this painting is the only thing in his life.

"His Majesty……"

He just felt that he had nothing to fear and could give his all for this painting. All his fatigue and fear disappeared.

The man in the upper study room frowned: "How dare you threaten me with this painting!"

"You are just a small painter, do you think you can overthrow the imperial court?"

"Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Han Miaoran knelt on the ground without saying a word. Even though blood was pouring out, she showed no fear.

"Minister, now that you have done this, you have nothing to fear!"

He had no intention of being compromised or tamed.

"You really have nothing to miss?"

The man closed his eyes slightly, looking a little hesitant, and seemed to be thinking of the man in green.

After a moment, he said firmly: "No!"

……

Ling Shumo, who was sitting beside the couch, listened to the man murmuring in his dream, as if he was constantly struggling and whispering.

"I sincerely wish to die..."

He couldn't help but lean over to listen.

"I beg to die...!"

This time he really heard it clearly.

Bai Wan asked for death in his dream, and was not even afraid at all. He felt that there was nothing in this world that he should be nostalgic for.

Even though the person on the bed was trembling slightly in his dream, he didn't want anyone to get close to him and slept very uneasily.

Ling Shumo stepped forward hesitantly, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and placed it on Bai Wan's hand.

This hand has become a little rough after years of life in the market, and now it is covered with sweat, and it seems that it doesn't like being held by others.

The more he held on to his hand, the more it was thrown away.

Ling Shumo didn't know what to do, so he could only hold the man tightly with both hands to prevent him from moving his hands and shoulders.

I don’t know how long.

It was not until he saw Bai Wan's breathing gradually return to normal that he could not help but sigh.

"What on earth did you dream about? How could you be so cruel and want to die?"

Whether it is the elegant and talented Han Miaoran in our impression, or the cunning and ruffian Bai Wan today, do they both take their own life and death so lightly?

Ling Shumo only felt that this man's past memories made him feel a little scared.

He pursed his lips and looked at the person on the bed with complicated eyes, not daring to let go for a moment.

……

It was already the next day when Bai Wan woke up.

The morning sun pours down.

A human-shaped statue appeared next to the bed.

Although he was still handsome, he no longer had the elegance and meticulousness of the past. His hair was a little messy, and he looked a little haggard.

He even clenched his hands tightly, and half of his body was leaning against the wall, covered in dust.

Bai Wan looked at this man and felt a little puzzled.

Shouldn't this person stay in the Shangshu Mansion?

What a strange hobby, running to the corner of the sleeping table in his simple official residence.

He poked his arm to make sure he was alive and not dreaming.

When Ling Shumo saw the person on the bed wake up, he opened his eyes. There was life in his eyes: "You woke up..."

"Yeah." Bai Wan nodded awkwardly.

"Do you want to eat anything? Pig liver is better for replenishing blood, or red bean soup is better, or do you want to eat something else..."

This person keeps nagging, as if he has forgotten his usual elegant and upright appearance.

Bai Wan couldn't help laughing: "Zi Chen! Whose daughter-in-law are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately shut up.

Damn it.

What a word!

It was as if he had tacitly acknowledged the unusual relationship between the two.

"Ahem!" Bai Wan coughed lightly and corrected, "You don't have to do so much. I can handle it myself, it's nothing!"

My life is now saved.

The only other thing is that there is a hole in one of the legs, which needs to be healed for some time.

As for food and the like, he has plenty of younger brothers who send him things, how dare they not do that!

Ling Shumo on the opposite side looked at this man and felt some other emotions, as if he was still looking at him carefully.

I looked almost everywhere from between the eyebrows to the tips of the ears, and from the forehead to the neck.

Bai Wan was a little frightened by his burning gaze, and glanced awkwardly: "You won't stay here all night, will you?"

You are asking this question even though you already know the answer.

The two have not let go of each other's hands yet.

"I'm...afraid you'll disappear again."

Ling Shumo's voice was the same as before, but it was audibly trembling.

Hey--

The person on the other side understood this man's concerns and was also aware that this life-and-death disaster was indeed a bit scary.

I just think that since everything is fine now, there is no need to take it to heart.

"It's all over. I'm safe. You don't have to worry."

Bai Wan patted the man on the shoulder in a self-conscious manner.

"Don't you know me? Even the King of Hell wouldn't take me. Even though I was seriously injured and laid up for two years a few years ago, I'm still alive and kicking now!"

It would have been better if I hadn't said this. As soon as I said it, the person on the other side's eyes became even darker.

Seeing Bai Wan take it so lightly, he casually let go of his hand and laughed off everything.

Ling Shumo seemed unable to restrain himself and grabbed Bai Wan's hand again.

The hand was very powerful, as if it contained all the hidden true feelings.

He murmured, as if in a state of terror: "You are using the blood-stained clothes to save yourself. If you lose too much blood, you will die..."

This man's eyes were very serious, and he looked at each other quietly, as if he was reluctant to look away at all.

Hearing this, Bai Wan looked at him evilly: "I am doing this just to survive. Only in this way can I see His Majesty. Without sacrifice, there is no gain."

Ling Shumo seemed to be stunned by this person's words: "But you are gambling!"

Of course it’s gambling!

The other party didn't care at all. The so-called "bitter self-destruction" was something that had been used countless times in the cell before. This time it was just more serious. If he hadn't gambled, the bloodstain would not be on his legs but on his head.

He waved his hand casually and said with a smile: "Trading a bloody hole for a life, isn't that a good deal? I, Abai, never do business at a loss."

Why can something like self-harm and self-rescue be spoken of so lightly?

Why can someone be so decisive about wanting to die in a dream?

Looking at Bai Wan like this, Ling Shumo felt angry and helpless.

He was suppressing something in his heart, and after a long while, he grabbed the man's sleeve and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can we end our bet early?"

It was getting brighter.

Especially when that ray of sunlight shines on this person's elegant features, his charm and elegance become even more bewitching.

These words made Bai Wan freeze.