You rascal, stop right there!

On the other side, Ling Shumo couldn't get a good rest after seeing Bai Wan for the whole night.

Looking at the white medicine bottle in his hand, and thinking of the face in women's clothing that had inexplicably appeared just now, he fell into confusion again.

He held the brush in his hand and painted on the paper in a daze.

The ink is smudged, hazy and changing.

After a few strokes, a man appeared on the paper. He had elegant features, a strong scholarly air, and was dressed in a long white gown. He was a man that made people unable to take their eyes off him.

However, he was dressed elegantly and gracefully, not the strange man in blue clothes or skirt.

After finishing the painting, his eyes were already slightly red.

Ling Shumo was in a confused mood, with a complicated expression. He stared at the painting blankly without saying a word.

After a while, A Yan came in.

He looked at the painting on the table and was surprised by the clear portrait.

"Sir, didn't you stop writing? Why are you painting today?"

Ling Shumo put down his pen, regained his composure, and said, "Have you found out what I asked you to look into?"

Ah Yan nodded and said, "I have checked it out."

Ling Shumo nodded slightly, glanced at the servants beside him, waved his hand, and sent them all away.

After the servants left, A Yan closed the door.

"Sir, I have already investigated. In the entire Baiyun City, there is only one person named Bai Wan who can decipher your paintings, and that person is..."

He glanced at the person in the portrait: "That's the man in this painting."

Ling Shumo raised his eyebrows slightly. From the first moment he saw that person, he knew that there was only one such person in the world.

However, the Yuebai he knew would never appear in a brothel wearing a woman's skirt. She even thought he was a prostitute and kept saying something about saving him.

Ah Yan beside him noticed the change on Ling Shumo's face and whispered:

"That Bai Wan is the adopted son of a fisherman in Baiyun City. He is a very loyal person, but he is also a swindler and a miscreant. He is a well-known rogue in the city.

Rumor has it that he spends more than half of every month in jail.”

How can it be?

Hearing this, Ling Shumo couldn't help but pursed his lips.

Although he had been mentally prepared, it was hard for him to imagine that the man would become a frequent visitor to the prison.

Ling Shumo was extremely curious: "What else?"

Ah Yan said, "According to my investigation, the fisherman's name is Bai Jinshun. Five years ago, there was a plague in Baiyun City. The fisherman's son fell ill and died. He fished this white pea out of the river and adopted him as his son."

Hearing this, Ling Shumo fell into deep thought.

Seeing that the adults were silent, Ah Yan continued, "After Bai Wan was rescued, he had no memory of the past. The doctor who treated him said that he was lucky to be alive."

Ling Shumo's eyes suddenly became hazy, as if something was stuck in his throat. He spoke slowly and slowly, "Rescued from the river?"

Yuebai is not good at swimming, so it is impossible for him to take a boat unless it is necessary.

He felt very strange and surprised. At least the last time he saw Brother Yuebai, he was still in the capital, at least a thousand miles away from Baiyun City.

Ah Yan said with regret: "Yes, it's a pity that Baiyun City is located on the border of Daying, and it is a mixed bag of people. He doesn't remember the past, so I can't find out much.

Ling Shumo remained silent, as if something was pressing on his chest, and he really couldn't say a word.

He could only respond lightly: "Okay."

Ah Yan noticed that his expression was different. In the three years since he met the master, except for the time when he took the painting, this was the first time he was so secretive.

Ah Yan's eyes darkened. "Sir, when I was investigating this matter, I found that someone else had asked about Bai Wan's background."

Ling Shumo's eyes suddenly turned cold, staring at him and asked, "Oh? Who is it?"

Ah Yan replied: "The doctor took poison and committed suicide before he could finish his words."

Ling Shumo was silent for a moment, staring at the full moon outside the window, his deep eyes revealing surprise.

Surprisingly, someone found him before him?