You rascal, stop right there!

At this time, white powder continued to spread in the banquet...

No one at the scene had a clear idea of what had happened. They only remembered that a few unruly people were carrying stretchers and crying at the birthday banquet, and were beaten by the prime minister.

Cheng Su was obviously more skilled, as he carried the injured boy and ran out, but Bai Wan was not so lucky and was stopped by the palace soldiers.

He smiled awkwardly, which was expected.

I thought I had acted cautiously enough, but I was still kept back?

Prime Minister Li praised his name, and he and Bai Shizhao hit it off immediately and wanted to talk about his paintings. In fact, he thought he looked 30% like a ghost and 70% like a human.

Bai Wan was not afraid of this. He wore red and looked so eye-catching for safety. After all, everyone saw him coming in in full view of the public.

In the light of the lantern, the man was silent for a while, and his face flickered.

"Prime Minister Li, it's not a good idea to keep me in your house like this, right?" Bai Wan smiled with a wink.

"I'm a very particular person about my pillow and bed. I snore very loudly. I also like to eat midnight snacks!"

Li Simeng raised his eyes, as if testing: "Did Bai Shizhao protect those unruly people just now on purpose?"

The person opposite laughed at himself and said suddenly: "It was just a slip of the hand."

It's nonsense.

Li Simeng suddenly laughed sinisterly: "Hahaha... After six years, you have changed a lot. Not as tough as you were back then."

Bai Wan said nothing, his eyes growing colder in the candlelight: "I didn't know the Prime Minister six years ago."

Li Simeng couldn't help but sneer: "Well, since you don't admit it, then I don't have the time to argue. No matter if you are Han Miaoran or Bai Wan, I just want that picture."

"I don't know." Bai Wan didn't remember, so her eyes were sincere and firm. "Is this picture so important?"

Li Simeng obviously felt that this man was still pretending, so he grabbed his throat and said coldly: "The late emperor dismissed all officials because of this picture. What do you think?"

Dismiss all officials?

amount……

Bai Wan couldn't figure out what he had painted that could have such power. No wonder Prime Minister Li once said that his paintings had influenced the government.

But if it is so powerful, why is there no record of it in history books, no rumors in the world, and no one knows about it?

"Prime Minister Li, you must have believed some bad rumors and been deceived. How could there be such a painting?"

He asked with a grin, as if he was suppressing all the ruffian emotions in his body to cover up his desire to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion immediately.

"Bai Shizhao."

Before leaving, Li Simeng stopped him.

"Do you remember the farewell painting under the moon?"

"The white pigment of the dead wood glow is made from ground human bones. The red nebula is made from juice made from human blood and pollen..."

"I still remember how this man died. He was hanged! You watched him die while you were painting..."

The other person said more and more, with more and more details...

Bai Wan's lips were trembling and her expression became increasingly out of control.

"I, your humble servant, cannot hear clearly at night! I will not listen."

He smiled sadly, then bowed.

Then he said calmly: "I'm leaving..."

Li Simeng suddenly laughed sinisterly: "Your left hand is now so vivid and expressive that you can be considered a genius in painting."

"But I think you would rather paint with your old right hand, right?"

Bai Wan's body was shocked, but she remained calm, with a smile as bright as the moon, without any sign of fear.

This smile seemed to mock Li Simeng's solemn expression.

"Han Miaoran, please hand over the world's number one picture..."

The best picture in the world——

Hearing this, some fragments suddenly flashed through the mind of the person opposite him, and they lingered silently in his mind...

God has mercy on us…

The memories in his mind gradually became clearer.

There is no such thing as the best picture in the world...

He started learning painting at the age of seven, entered the Painting Academy at the age of twelve, and became a painting saint at the age of fifteen.

From the very beginning, Han Miaoran only wanted to paint a landscape painting, a grand painting praising the beautiful mountains and rivers of Daying.

He decided to travel all over the world, visit remote villages, and see the local people and scenery.

But, unfortunately.

The 59th year of Dayingluzhen was a year of great disaster and plague was rampant.

After the disaster, there were dead bodies of starving people everywhere and piles of bones. The people could only survive by picking wild peas that they occasionally came across.

It was at that time that he saw what a restaurant with vegetables and rice and meat was.

Fifteen-year-old Han Miaoran passed by an inn and accidentally saw the wooden menu sign while staying there - rice and meat.

Yellow sand is everywhere...

He was curious to see what the kitchen looked like, but when he took a quick glance he saw naked bodies being washed and hung upside down, waiting to be slaughtered.

The so-called fire, rice, meat, mutton soup, vegetables, and rotten bones are all for people who have no food to fill each other's hunger.

Han Miaoran saw with his own eyes that there were several young men hanging upside down, their dark eyes looking at him.

"This is... Hell on Earth!"

It was clearly a prosperous era, how could there be such a tragic situation?

He was immediately shocked by the scene, and tried every means to burn the place with the fire in his hand, and only then was he able to barely save a few children.

If it were another painter, he would just take a glance.

Han Miaoran was different. He had painted countless bloody hell paintings when he was twelve years old. He believed that countless souls had died under his brush, so he decided to paint sad and angry paintings to save people.

After a whole month of hard work, the painting was completed.

"Han has done this, and I will never regret it even if I die nine times!"

If you don't draw this picture, all the people will die. But if you offer this picture, you will die.

This is a one for ten thousand deal, so it’s still a good deal!

Nothing more...

……

When he came to his senses, he was already in tears.

At this time, a little bit of the burning red color flowed out from the chest and spread out.

Suddenly I wanted to laugh.

It's really ridiculous that a mere painter like him wants to save the world with his paintings...

"Prime Minister Li!" Bai Wan's eyes were calm, and his mind was thinking of those who died in the plague and famine that year.

He straightened his clothes and said, "I don't know what the so-called best picture in the world is!"

He still did not admit that he was Han Miaoran, but just denied it in a firm and resounding manner.

There was silence all around.

It was night time.

Bai Wan felt as if his feet were floating and he was staggering...

Recalling the fragmentary memories, he walked on the street in the middle of the night. A cold sweat had already appeared on his back, and his steps gradually became lighter.

He knew he had made two big mistakes.

First, I shouldn’t have come to the Prime Minister’s Mansion to attend the birthday banquet.

Second, you shouldn’t come here without controlling your emotions.

He never imagined that the origin of this painting was so great. With his current ability as a ruffian painter, he could not possibly support it.

Perhaps he felt at that time that compared with the lives of millions of people, his own death was nothing.

That's why he risked his life to draw this picture without telling anyone, all alone, with the sole intention of seeking death.

Abandoned Zichen...