You rascal, stop right there!

That night.

Bai Zhihou came to the emperor in blood-stained clothes, pretending to be dead by his wounds, and painted a strange painting which spread throughout the capital.

Princess Dianyang of Yong'an Palace vented her frustration because anger replaced love.

Unexpectedly, the painting "County Horse Playing with Wives and Concubines" by Bai Zhihou actually helped him to untie the knot in his heart and gradually regain his sanity.

Because in fact, although the princess and the prince consort were deeply in love, it did not affect the fact that the prince consort had had many lovers and maids before.

The so-called one and only love is actually just a woman's wishful thinking.

It's ridiculous that after a person dies, they only remember the good things about men.

After the emotional trauma, Princess Dianyang began to let things go. Not only did her condition gradually improve, she also started eating and even invited some musicians to play music for her.

The Lingyu envoys also somewhat calmed down their previous resentment, especially the Minister of Rites, Shi Yaqing, who had held a knife across Bai Wan's neck in the palace. When he learned that Bai Zhihou had put himself to death despite being wronged, he felt admiration for him.

Emperor Jiaxing was very happy to see that the princess was cured so miraculously. He began to have some admiration for the painter named Bai Wan, but he also felt sorry for almost killing him.

It would be a pity if such a genius really died.

But after all, Bai Zhihou threatened him, so he was sentenced to the crime of negligence in painting, confined to the official residence for ten days, and assigned him to paint - Twelve Palaces of Concubines and Beauties.

After all, his leg was injured and his hand was fine, which made sense!

Bai Wan was also happy and relaxed about this. She needed to rest, so there was no rush to slowly polish the Beauty Picture.

He saw Ling Shumo approaching after the court session and smiled: "Zi Chen!"

Since that day when they made their promise, this man came almost every day. She said that she came to see when her leg injury would heal, but in fact she was worried that he would change his mind.

From Ling Shumo's perspective, the man in gray cloth sitting on a brown wheelchair next to the desk was sketching with the pen in his hand, as carefully and reverently as if he were painting an ancient scroll.

He slowly approached, looking at the person who had promised him with joy in his heart.

"Yes." It was a faint response, but it said it all.

But Bai Wan just glanced at him, then slowly lowered her head and devoted herself to her work.

Ling Shumo knew the duties of a court painter, so he could only sit aside and watch him paint without saying a word. He felt that just watching this man quietly was already a great happiness.

The candlelight gradually lit up.

Finally, the cloth-clothed man stretched himself lazily and said, "I finally finished drawing it!"

He suddenly realized that there was another person at the table and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I forgot about you. Are you angry?"

Ling Shumo smiled slightly: "No problem."

Once a painter concentrates, he will be in a state of concentration. It is normal for him to forget other things.

Bai Wan looked at this elegant man and always felt that they were too polite in their interactions.

In fact, it doesn't seem like they are in love at all. It can even be said that they are more restrained than when they were just close friends.

Especially that day, Ling Shumo hugged him so tightly, almost kissing him. But for the past few days, he was almost eight feet away from him, and he didn't dare to touch him.

Bai Wan looked at the man quietly and sighed.

As expected, she is still a shy girl. It’s unbelievable how I was forced to agree that day.

So, he lazily put his mind at ease, holding the newly drawn scroll in his usual ruffian tone and said, "Zi Chen, it's not too late now, I'll take you to a place."

There was a lot of drizzle at this time, and there was some fog everywhere.

Now, Bai Wan's red clothes are as fiery as fire. She sits in a brown wheelchair, allowing this man to push her forward.

He found it a little funny that everything that happened between him and Zichen seemed to happen symmetrically.

For example, if he disappeared, he would take the palace soldiers to look for him, and he would come again if he disappeared. Now his leg was injured and he was in a wheelchair, just like Zichen before.

It's ridiculous.

The streets were bustling with people, and there was still some popularity under the lights.

The two of them followed the flow of people and walked towards one direction...

"Brother, will you come back?"

A voice startled Bai Wan so much that she had to turn her head.

He looked over and saw that it was just a pair of brothers comforting each other.

Ling Shumo saw that he looked unhappy and asked quietly, "What's wrong with you?"

The person in the wheelchair nodded slightly: "I seem to have promised someone something, but I don't remember it. They call me brother..."

"But..." Ling Shumo stared at him, "You don't have any brothers or sisters."

Yes--

Bai Wan looked at the two children running away thoughtfully.

The mist slowly rose and the lights were bright.

The quiet river meanders in the west of the city, and small halos of light sway with the water and float everywhere.

Countless men and women by the river are bowing and making wishes, and the lights show all kinds of human life.

Ling Shumo looked at the scene in front of him, his face a little hot: "Are you going to bring me here to release river lanterns?"

"Why, is it not possible?!" Bai Wan said angrily.

He really felt that their relationship was too bland and it didn't seem like they were in love at all.

Isn't there only a few places where this man dates girls? If you can't count on this man, you can only be thick-skinned.

Immediately, two river lanterns appeared in front of the person opposite.

Ling Shumo's eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the two lotus lanterns that this man had painted with his own hands.

When I saw this painting a few days ago, I was surprised why Daying Art Academy wanted such a small sample and why it was used in such a place.

"I... I drew the picture myself and made the lamp myself!" Bai Wan blushed. "The jade pendant I made before was not made with great care, so I'll give you this one as a replacement. It's a little cheap, but don't despise it!"

The person opposite couldn't stop smiling.

"What are you laughing at!" Bai Wan's face suddenly turned red.

When it comes to beauties, no one can compare to Zichen's smile, which is so beautiful and charming.

In the past, we always treated each other as close friends, and even if I knew her charm, I would never be bewitched by her.

Now it seems that Zi Chen definitely suffered a great loss.

Bai Wan immediately felt a little embarrassed and stared: "Zi Chen, do you want to put them together?"

"it is good--"

The person on the other end still responded gently, but there was more tenderness and emotion in his tone.

Then, the man took the carefully crafted lotus lantern with his slender fingers, and his eyes became more and more affectionate.

They lowered their heads, looked at the lights in their hands, and smiled at each other.

The lanterns in the water shine like stars, and wander in the water like lotus flowers in the fire. Everyone soothes their body and mind and makes a wish.

At this moment, Bai Wan quietly watched the man beside him closing his eyes and making a wish in a dignified and elegant manner. His evil taste suddenly broke out and he couldn't help but want to tease this man.

But suddenly I heard a voice beside my ear: "Zi Chen, thank you. You saved me from hell again!"

This is not Bai Wan's voice, it's Han Miaoran's voice.

It is the memory of myself as Han Miaoran many years ago.

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