You rascal, stop right there!

Li Simeng looked in astonishment at Bai Shizhao, who was smiling casually at him.

But he just felt like he met a ghost in red, and there seemed to be something stuck in his mouth.

Bai Wan smiled very appropriately: "Prime Minister Li, I wish you good fortune as vast as the East Sea, longevity as vast as the South Mountain, and a long life of a hundred years."

His eyes were moving and he looked elegant and graceful, without any trace of indifference or alienation.

Li Simeng tried his best to hide his shock, but murmured:

"Bai Shizhao, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yes, it’s been a long time! - Bai Wan sighed. It was probably the same when he was asked to learn painting by watching the dying man every night.

He lowered his voice and said, "What are you talking about, Prime Minister? I will still need your care in the future, won't I?"

The smile remains.

Next, other guests came in. Most of them were from Prime Minister Li Simeng's faction, and occasionally there were some gentry and painters.

People giving gifts came one after another in an endless stream.

It can be seen that the prime minister has great power in the court and the foundation of the party is like a wall that is difficult to destroy.

No one noticed...

Bai Wan's eyes were cold and gloomy: "He is indeed better as a prime minister than a painter and a master."

Now that he was in front of this treacherous prime minister, he tried his best to cover up, realizing that if any of it was seen through, it might not be a good thing.

After all the guests arrived, Li Simeng sent someone to close the door and start the banquet.

Bai Wan looked around privately and found that he didn't recognize almost any of the people at the birthday party except Cheng Su and Shen Shizhao.

"Xiao Wan, I thought you wouldn't come to this kind of birthday party. I didn't expect you to come!" Cheng Su was a little emotional.

Because of the reputation of being a treacherous prime minister, most non-partisan loyal ministers would not come, including Ling Shumo, the Minister of Rites.

Due to its power, Daying Art Academy could only send him and Shen Zhuyue to show up.

"It's just a meal, why not come? Besides, there are cakes that I like, it's not a loss!"

Bai Wan chuckled. After five or six years of living a life of jokes and ruffians, he was no longer the Han Miaoran of the past.

"It is said that Prime Minister Li personally invited you?" Shen Zhuyue was a little surprised, "Is it true? He never invites people outside the party."

Bai Wan sneered: "Maybe he likes my talent..."

He liked it until he was twelve years old, and was forced to draw portraits of the dead every night.

At this time, Li Simeng had a faint smile on his lips.

"It is my birthday today, and I am delighted. I have specially exhibited a wonderful painting for you to appreciate together."

Everyone couldn't help but look at the four men carrying a wooden frame into the lobby. The long inky cloth covering the frame made it look particularly mysterious.

"Why is this black cloth still hanging on the shelf! What's inside?" People around were surprised.

Bai Wan heard this and said softly: "Maybe he is just trying to be mysterious..."

However, before he finished speaking,

The gifter of the painting ordered, "Turn off the lights! Uncover the painting!"

In an instant, all the lights in the hall went out, and the servants lifted the long black cloth.

Under the dark night, there is a picture of endless yellow sand and dead trees. There is no one in the picture, only the nebula is magnificent. Especially in the dark night, the nebula is scattered, like real stars.

The exquisiteness of this painting lies in the fact that it emits faint light and shadow in the night, with a unique artistic conception. It can truly be called a stunning work.

The crowd below the stage, including countless painters, toasted when they saw this work.

"This painting has a profound artistic conception and is more like a masterpiece by a famous artist than last year's "The Green Mountains on the Seventh Day of the Seventh Month."

"Such a painting is truly something that the emperor can see in person."

"We are so lucky to have such a feast for our eyes today!!"

……

Bai Wan said nothing, and her sorrow seemed to be filled with piercing pain.

"Who would have thought that tonight, this painting would be called Farewell Under the Moon," said Li Simeng.

"No, this painting is called Purgatory Under the Moon..."

Bai Wan nodded and repeated it in his heart, his voice gradually becoming hoarse. It seemed as if millions of insects and ants were crawling in his brain, causing him to feel an unbearable pain.

"enough!"

A few words suddenly appeared in his mind with profound meaning, and his body stood up uncontrollably.

In the darkness of the night, everyone was toasting in admiration, and all of them were flattering.

Seeing this, Li Simeng looked coldly, with a faint cold light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

If it were Han Miaoran, he would be stimulated by this painting no matter what.

Li Simeng is an extremely contradictory and complex person. He wanted to kill Han Miaoran who had seen through his evil habits, but he was reluctant to give up his young talent. He yearned for the dark and sinister hell but wanted to appear upright in front of others.

Therefore, I would feel at ease only if I could drag this young man to hell, but man proposes, God disposes.

Li Simeng raised the wine glass in his hand and said to Bai Wan: "Bai Shizhao, you don't seem to like such a lively scene?"

When his name was suddenly called, Bai Wan smiled: "I just ate too much, and I don't want to talk. I want to digest the food..."

He felt a little regretful. If he had known it would be so embarrassing, he would not have come.

It was not concealed very well, even Cheng Su and Shen Zhuyue could see that Bai Wan was a little dazed.

Just as Shen Zhuyue was about to ask something, a servant came in hurriedly from outside, looking panicked: "Your Excellency the Prime Minister, there is... someone outside..."

He is a human being, not a guest or an official!

Li Simeng's face was not very good: "Are they those troublemakers again? Get out!"

"We can't get them out. They're already here with a stretcher..."

The birthday banquet brought bad luck, Li Simeng just felt unlucky: "If you need to beat him up, beat him up. If not, notify the Jingzhao prefect to lock him up!"

"The people are suffering, but you are holding a lavish birthday banquet to entertain guests. How can you be so careless about human life? Where is justice?"

The voice was sharp and cold, and every word was accusatory.

At the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, several figures appeared in the banquet courtyard.

In the middle was a woman in grey clothes with a thin face, and beside her was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. Beside them were two stretchers covered with white cloth.

Countless guests looked at this embarrassing scene and didn't know what to do.

Li Simeng's face was extremely angry: "You shrew, you actually disturbed my birthday party! Someone, come, what should I do!"

"My lord...my lord..."

Before the woman could finish her words, she was dragged away by soldiers from the prime minister's residence, and her stretcher was kicked away.

Bai Wan saw at a glance that one of the two stretchers carried a middle-aged man with a frown on his face, and the other carried a girl about ten years old.

These civilians were dragged together by the prime minister's soldiers and whipped with sticks, and their movements were very skillful.

At this moment, everyone at the banquet stared at his audacity in amazement, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Li Simeng's expression did not change much, and he still smiled politely and indifferently: "This group of unruly people disturbed everyone, which is really unlucky. Today's banquet will end here for the time being."

Seeing that those civilians seemed to be beaten to death, Bai Wan suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

He seemed to have seen such a scene before...

Countless people with torn skin, ragged skin and sunken cheeks.

They call themselves: Brother...

He couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he used the hidden weapon he always carried with him to hit the hand of the man swinging the stick, and white poisonous powder spread out.

"Boss Cheng, let's follow the same old rules. You carry the people and I'll cover your back." Bai Wan pulled the hand of the person next to him.

Cheng Su's eyes widened, knowing full well that this would offend the prime minister, but she still did as he said.

The woman had been beaten to death, and the person on the stretcher could not be taken away. Only the seriously injured boy could be saved...