You rascal, stop right there!

At this time, Daying Painting Academy fell silent.

All the painters were shocked when they saw Bai Shizhao returning.

He was the first painter who had disobeyed the emperor repeatedly and still survived. This favor was truly incredible.

Cheng Su, the Cheng Zhiyuan, almost bowed as he walked towards him: "Congratulations, Xiao Wan has been promoted to Bai Shizhao."

The person being congratulated did not feel any joy in his heart.

He looked at the imperial edict he had just received and the pair of jade ruyi bestowed by the emperor, and felt that they were extremely eye-catching.

This time, he wanted to stay away from the palace and the court, but it seemed that Emperor Jiaxing did not want to let him go.

"Boss Cheng, what reasons did those who quit their jobs as painters use in the past?" he asked helplessly.

As soon as these words were spoken, the sound could be heard even among the falling leaves around.

He Xiang, who was still a painting apprentice at the lowest level, was the first to speak out: "You are absolutely crazy. Everyone either passed the exam with great difficulty or was recommended with great effort. How can you just quit just because someone says so?"

Bai Wan couldn't help but shook her head: "It's not you who resigned, why are you so angry..."

"You!!!" The person on the other side's face turned red with anger.

Cheng Su looked at the man's expression and felt that he didn't seem like the ruffian he used to be.

He changed his tone to normal: "Xiao Wan, I said at the beginning that the painting official is not a joke. Although the Daying Painting Academy is a place that painters from all over the country flock to, it is also a restrictive cage."

The language was simple, so how could the person who had experienced two life-and-death ordeals not understand it?

Bai Wan turned to look at the desk and asked, "Why did Ling Shumo and Luo Wenqi resign from their official positions as painters, and how did they succeed?"

He had asked the two of them this question indirectly.

Luo Wenqi always spoke vaguely, while Ling Shumo just smiled and did not answer.

Cheng Su looked at the man in surprise, thinking that given the relationship between the three of them, they would have known it long ago.

Silent for a long while.

Shen Shizhao, who was standing by, sighed deeply, "Painter Luo doesn't know, but Ling Shumo's resignation as a painter was well known to everyone in the painting academy."

Bai Wan was shocked when he heard this: "Why have I never heard of this?"

"You used to live in the remote Baiyun City, and you entered the art academy and stayed at home painting. Of course you don't know." Cheng Su rolled her eyes at the man.

He didn't know that this man had recovered most of his memories, and still thought Bai Wan was the gangster of the past.

Everyone couldn't help but talk about it.

It turned out that when the government found the body of painter Han, Ling Shumo broke his brush and smashed his seal on the day of cremation. Then, he ignored his manners and cried in public.

Minister Ling did not return to the Painting Academy for a whole month. Even when the emperor brought him back to the palace, he still refused to paint.

Finally, he was locked up in the prison for three days and three nights without food or water, and was even flogged. This was the last resort for the painting master to resign from his post as a painter.

Bai Wan didn't expect that the person who usually abides by the rules actually has such a rebellious and unrepentant side.

He gritted his teeth and sighed softly: "Why is this necessary..."

At that time, it was not the love and longing we have today, it was just a friendship between childhood friends that reached this point.

Cheng Su looked at the scene in front of her and nodded slightly: "Everyone knew that at that time, Minister Ling was heartbroken and said that since his soulmate was gone, who would he paint for?"

Later, this man really stopped writing and would not paint even if someone offered him a huge sum of money. This was also the case after he passed the imperial examination and became an official.

Until five years later...

Bai Wan deciphered the "Dance of Liang Meng" that the two of them had painted together in Baiyun City.

……

The Office of the Minister of Rites.

The moonlight remains.

Ling Shumo was working at his desk, marking documents, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

Lingyu has decided to form an alliance with Daying, and the Ministry of Rites is busy preparing the charter. It is necessary to complete all the links before the war with Xuanli.

There are also stories about Prime Minister Li and Han Miaoran...

The servant Anian came to report: "Sir, that... person is here!"

He really didn't dare to say the words "an annoying guy who always delays adults".

Ling Shumo was slightly stunned: "Who?"

"Zi Chen..."

He looked up in surprise, only to see a figure appear outside the door frame under the pouring moonlight. Even in the backlight, one could see his dazzling smile.

It's really incredible.

It’s midnight now!

Bai Wanwu's eyes rolled, "I came to express my gratitude. Your letter was really timely."

Ling Shumo smiled gently and helplessly: "In fact, you were often under house arrest when you were in the art academy."

In other words, he hasn't made any progress even after losing his memory?

Bai Wan just felt a little frustrated and went through everything again.

"As soon as I heard the news, I knew that you must have lost your temper again and didn't want to paint what His Majesty asked you to paint. Although I don't know the reason, this must be a painting you don't want to be preserved in the world."

The man's eyes were gentle, and his serious expression made people unable to take their attention away.

Bai Wan paused for a moment, thinking that he could guess this, he was indeed a close friend.

This time he got into trouble, no matter how you look at it, it was all his own fault. But he couldn't tell anyone else that he didn't want to paint the absurd picture of the emperor seizing the minister's wife and daughter.

He shook his head and laughed secretly: "Zi Chen, you must have been a worm in my stomach in your previous life."

That’s what I said!

Ah Nian, who was standing by, knew that this person had nothing good to say. He could not help but challenge her: "My Lord is busy right now, asking... Did you come here so late at night just to say something like this?"

Of course it’s because I miss Zichen after not seeing him for three days!

However, he didn't dare say this out loud because of Ling Shumo's reputation.

Bai Wan had no choice but to say shamelessly: "I'm here to have a free midnight snack. You can have one portion... oh no... two portions, just like what I had at Shangshu Mansion before."

It turns out that I am here to eat for free.

Anian felt even more annoyed as he looked at this man.

"Ah Nian, go down first and do what he says."

Ling Shumo indeed felt that they had not had a midnight snack together for a long time since Bai Wan moved to the official residence.

Bai Wan, who finally succeeded, glanced at An Nian who was walking out the door calmly.

He finally sighed and chuckled, "This person is redundant here."

After saying that, he skillfully picked up the teacup from the table and drank it, and sat closer to the person next to him.

In an instant, the two of them were shoulder to shoulder, and could feel each other through the rubbing of their clothes.

Even Ling Shumo, who was the first to express his feelings, was stunned. It seemed as if they had never sat so close to each other since they became lovers.

He looked at the slightly open thin lips of the person next to him, and unconsciously thought of the kiss by the river, and his face turned hot.

In an instant, his body became stiff and he was at a loss, like a straight sculpture.

Bai Wanyan said with deep meaning, "Zichen, I'm sorry. I just realized today that my leaving you back then left you without a close friend. How tiring it must be."

In fact, this person has always felt that Zi Chen is as brilliant as the sun and the moon to him, but he himself is not necessarily so brilliant.

I thought Ling Shumo could withstand his death before, and what I said was really too casual.

It was so sad to be close friends in the past, and if we add the feelings we have now, I'm afraid we will be together through life and death.

Ling Shumo looked at him carefully and asked seriously, "Aren't you back already?"

Bai Wan nodded and smiled like a spring breeze: "Yes!"

However, if he could remember why he left Beijing, why he painted the best picture in the world, and why he lost his memory and wandered to Baiyun City, then he would have returned completely.

Afterwards, he looked at the man in front of him, who had become stiff like a statue because of his approach.

I am speechless and helpless.

Quietly, I gently moved closer to her earlobe, and her warm breath approached:

"One more thing. We are engaged and can be close. Please don't stay away from me every time, okay?"

Snapped--

The pen in Ling Shumo's hand fell onto the table.

Her cheeks suddenly turned red.