You rascal, stop right there!

A breeze suddenly arose and the moonlight gradually dimmed.

I really didn't expect this person to be so shy...

"My bad, my bad!" he apologized repeatedly.

Bai Wan picked up the fallen brush in guilt, and helped to sort out the documents stained by ink, and stacked them up.

suddenly,

A document made him stunned.

It turned out to be a document about Han Miaoyan's death, which recorded the process of discovering the body at the scene, the traces, and the results.

Although it was obviously copied here and there and there was no closing statement recorded, all the doubts were listed.

"Is this the record of how I died?" Bai Wan smiled lonely.

It's really awkward to look at this kind of record of myself while I'm still alive.

Ling Shumo came back to his senses, his face still flushed: "Yes..."

The person on the other side looked through all the records with great interest and couldn't help but find it funny:

"I was robbed and killed by pirates, and I was out collecting folk songs. They cremated me the same day my body was found? In the crematorium or in the suburbs?"

Couldn't the Ministry of Justice find out that he had been afraid of water and unable to swim since his parents died in a drowning when he was young?

And precisely because he is afraid of water, he is not the kind of person who would collect folk songs by the water.

Even if both his parents are dead, they still have fingerprints and household registration, and they were cremated too quickly.

"How ridiculous!"

Bai Wan was originally looking for something interesting, but in the end he discovered that the document recorded the names and addresses of all the people in the Ministry of Justice at that time.

There were even doctors in Baiyuncheng who had diagnosed his amnesia and people who had met him.

Every piece of document was filled with small annotations to confirm the details.

The man fell silent for a moment.

"Zi Chen, have you been helping me investigate?" Bai Wan smiled sadly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Because I had been a white pea for too long, I thought I could remember it. I never checked the truth about Han Miaoran back then, but I didn't expect that this person had been quietly checking.

At this moment, Ling Shumo looked at him helplessly: "That's because you don't care..."

There were obviously many scars on his body, and Lin Shiqing also mentioned poisoning, disabled hands and torture.

But this person never said a word to him.

"Sir, supper is ready."

At this time, Anian had brought in the midnight snack and saw Bai Wan sitting next to the adult with a strange smile, while the adult had a puzzled look in his eyes and no one knew what he was thinking.

He guessed that this freeloader might have angered the adults again, and wanted to wait for his good brother A Yan to come back and give him a good beating.

The midnight snack was served, and it was still the tofu and shredded chicken noodles that the two of them liked to eat before, but the soup was extremely light.

Bai Wan looked at it with interest: "I remember the soup wasn't this color before, why did it change?"

"That's because you just came to Beijing from Zhengzhou, and the adults were afraid that you wouldn't be able to adapt to the climate there, so they made this specially." Anian said unhappily.

It’s such a hassle. Who will make the same soup base for this guy now?

White Pea was silent.

He looked at the person beside him quietly, and felt that he was more like a poetic treasure and a bright moon lost in the world.

After a long while, he took a sip of soup and said calmly: "Zi Chen... you will suffer if you are so kind to others."

Because when I think back, it seems that I have never done anything for this person, so how could I deserve to be cherished by him so much.

Ling Shumo lowered his head slightly: "Don't worry, you are not someone else."

So softly and calmly told.

Bai Wan even felt that Ling Shumo was the only person in the world who cared about her so much...

How could he have the heart to abandon such a good person and go to die painting?

However, he soon found out the reason at a birthday party.

……

Prime Minister's Mansion.

The birthday banquet of Prime Minister Li Simeng, who was very powerful in the court, was known to the whole city, and countless literati, dignitaries and officials could not help but attend.

They were attracted not only by the fame of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but more importantly, Li Simeng was once known as a famous painting teacher.

Li Simeng was already famous during the reign of the previous emperor, and he also produced many outstanding students, such as Han Miaoran and Ling Shumo, who were called the Saints of Painting.

When he succeeded the academician, the whole painting world almost respected him. Now he is the prime minister, rarely paints, and the people can hardly see his works.

At this time, Li Simeng was standing in front of the door, seeming a little absent-minded.

He was still frightened by the similarity in appearance between Bai Shizhao and Han Miaoran, and could not sleep all night.

"Husband, what are you looking at?" asked Mrs. Li beside him.

Li Simeng's face was deep: "Nothing!"

Madam Li was a little worried: "You have been tossing and turning and unable to sleep since a month ago. Today is your birthday party after all, so relax. I have arranged everything."

"There's a demon coming!" Li Simeng's voice gradually became strange.

Mrs. Li looked at him in confusion.

At this time, the lobby shouted.

"Prime Minister Li and Madam Li are here!"

Mrs. Li was wearing a long blue skirt with a trim and her hair was gilded with gold. She was dignified, elegant and fascinating. Behind her was a somewhat elderly man.

The man was quite old, wearing a brown robe and a brown crown, and looked very low-key.

If you don't look closely, you would think he is an ordinary housekeeper. No one would have thought that he is actually the prime minister.

The guests arrived one by one as scheduled. Many dignitaries and literati from the entire capital came with visiting cards.

"Minister of Works Jing Sheng is here to congratulate you!"

"Qin Fang, the clerk of the Ministry of Rites, is here to congratulate you!"

……

Bai Wan accepted the invitation of Prime Minister Li before she began to recall any memories.

Ling Shumo was a loyal minister, not a member of his party, so he would not come to celebrate his birthday. He also didn't know that he was going to attend the banquet.

That day, the man borrowed a red gown, held a golden visiting card, and stood in the prime minister's residence trembling.

Looking at the huge mansion and the magnificent glazed tiles, he sneered in his heart.

"Are you the distinguished guest invited by Prime Minister Li?" The gatekeeper immediately asked respectfully after reading the visiting card.

Bai Wan smiled brightly and raised her eyebrows confidently at the visiting card.

"Bai Shizhao from Daying Painting Academy is here to congratulate you!"

This title immediately attracted some people's attention.

The guests were puzzled: "Who is this Bai Shizhao?"

Someone explained: "Don't you know this? He is the new artist who painted the "County Horse Playing with His Wife and Concubine" and cured the Princess of Dianyang."

At this time, Bai Wan, dressed in red, with elegant features, walked straight forward.

The people around looked at this elegant man in a fiery red dress. They were all attracted by his elegant appearance as a scholar, and they all guessed that a man of this appearance must be no ordinary person.

Li Simeng looked outside the door thoughtfully.

"Come on, let me see if you are a real ghost or a fake person."