You rascal, stop right there!

Kiss, penetrating each other in a subtle way.

It was probably the first time for both of them to be so intoxicated, their breaths intertwined hazily, as if touching each other's souls.

Ling Shumo gradually became less stiff than he was last time by the river. His fingertips slowly slid down his back, awkwardly but gathering together, his heart moving with his emotions.

As it turned out, the person on the other side was probably suffering from a high fever or difficulty breathing, and was just intoxicated.

Bai Wan actually fell asleep during the kiss.

I can still sleep in this situation——

There really is no one else like him.

Ling Shumo couldn't help laughing.

He looked at the man on the bed with a gentle gaze. The color of his lips seemed to still retain the tenderness from just now, and the temperature on his face rose a little.

The man immediately cleared the lust in his heart and tucked the quilt in for Bai Wan properly.

Ling Shumo's ears turned red and he sighed inwardly: I hope this person won't do such torturous things again.

So, when he saw that the man seemed to be getting better, he also planned to leave.

suddenly,

Turning around——

His sight stopped at the place where it reached. There was a place in the corner of the official residence where various paper balls gathered. In the dim light, they seemed to be some waste works.

Ling Shumo knew Bai Wan well, and knew that he loved painting so much that he would fold up the drawings neatly even if he was not satisfied with them, and would never crumple them up and throw them around.

This doesn't make sense.

So, he opened the paper balls in confusion and shock, and saw with his own eyes what the gate of life and death and the various scenes of hell were.

These are all line drawings drawn with a brush, and there is no time to color them.

Moreover, each picture shows two scenes on the left and right.

Left is death, right is life.

"If a person is on the left, he will be burned to death by the flames; if he is on the right, he will be alive with light steps..."

Ling Shumo was immediately shocked.

The left is hell and the right is the world.

The painting is done in a rough style, as if it was created by someone who was out of control.

He thought he was a connoisseur and could tell at a glance that Bai Wan must have been suffering from inconsolable pain when he painted this picture, which was why his brushwork was so disorganized and chaotic.

Maybe it's guilt, depression, and the difficulty in making a decision.

He opened the remaining paper balls one by one, painting as his heart moved, with dots of ink smudged and dissipated on each ball of paper.

If it wasn't water stains or sweat stains, then it must have been the heat in the eyes.

What kind of hardships a person has to go through to be able to draw a picture comparing the scenes of hell and the mundane world?

"Abai..." Ling Shumo held the paintings tremblingly, his mind becoming even more confused.

"No matter what you go through, would you rather smile in front of others than shed a tear?"

My heart ached for a while, and I let out a long sigh.

He really couldn't be described as helpless anymore.

I have clearly gained this person's heart and feelings, but I still can't understand or guess what's going on...

……

The falling leaves are increasing and autumn is approaching.

The winning autumn brought with it a land of withered yellow.

Go to the study room.

Prime Minister Li Simeng presented another piece of flowery stone to Emperor Jiaxing. The emperor held the red and brown flowery stone in his hand, his eyes filled with joy.

Jiaxing was really happy, as the gift from Prime Minister Li this time seemed to be even better.

Over the years, whenever Li Simeng approached Emperor Jiaxing, all the ministers saw were the orders from this treacherous prime minister.

To all officials, what they say is the same as that of one person.

Jiaxing sat upright on the dragon-shaped chair, unable to conceal the joy in his heart, and fondly stroked and examined the object in his hand.

"This flower stone is the best I have ever seen, it can be called a divine product."

Li Simeng knelt down and said, "This piece of stone belongs to Jiangzhou. I, an old minister, spent a lot of effort to obtain it and present it to Your Majesty. The patterns on it are truly amazing and naturally formed. They are rare in the world."

Jiaxing held it in his hands and kept praising it as a divine product, but when he saw him kneeling down, his eyes dimmed.

He couldn't help but hurried forward and raised his hand: "Didn't I say that Prime Minister Li doesn't have to kneel down except during court meetings? Get up quickly!"

Li Simeng looked sideways and bowed: "Your Majesty, I am guilty!"

Upon hearing this, Jiaxing immediately put down the flower and stone in his hand and said: "Prime Minister Li has devoted himself to the country. What crime has he committed?"

Li Simeng frowned and lowered his eyes slightly, brushed his sleeves with his hands, and bowed as usual.

"Your Majesty, you may not know that the reason why I was able to enter the official career was because of the good education and cultivation of Jiangzhou's parents."

"For the sake of the two elders, I bought a piece of land and a garden to fulfill my filial duty. However, recently some unruly people wanted to dig through the land for their own selfish reasons."

Until now, Jiaxing still didn't hear the main point, and just looked at the person in front of him with some surprise.

Li Simeng looked hesitant, with a sigh, as if he really felt pity for all the living beings in the vast ocean.

"They disturbed the peaceful life of my parents. You know they were not in good health, and I just couldn't bear it. So when someone tried to dig, the guards I sent were a little heavy-handed and killed a few people."

"How many people died?" Emperor Jiaxing said coldly, lowering his eyes, as if he remembered something, and began to look through the memorials on the table.

Sure enough, several of the memorials impeached Prime Minister Li for his disregard for human life and killing people.

Jiangzhou is Li Simeng's hometown, and the Li family garden is even more famous.

There is a Linjia Village in the western suburbs. For some reason, the villagers insisted on digging a ditch along the garden. However, they were repeatedly rejected by the state government, so they had to dig by force.

In the end, many villagers were beaten to death by the guards.

Emperor Jiaxing seemed to have seen something like this before, and he just shook his head in amazement:

"Prime Minister Li, although what these people did was wrong, they are still my people after all. It would be hard to explain to their families if they were beaten to death like this."

Li Simeng nodded slightly: "That's why I came here to apologize."

This can be considered as an active apology, and the attitude seems sincere and full of guilt.

It's the fault of those unruly people...

Emperor Jiaxing thought so, and then he took the brush from the table. He didn't look angry at all. He just pondered for a moment after some exploration.

"Then according to the Prime Minister's opinion, how do you want to punish me? I don't want to punish you for such a small matter!"

"minister……"

Li Simeng spoke sincerely, but there was a sense of complacency between his eyebrows.

So he knelt down, clasped his hands and bowed: "Since these people are dead, then this old minister cannot help but comfort their souls."

"How about I deduct half a year's salary to pay for the burial of these dead people, and then go to the Jiaye Temple to light a hundred lamps to commemorate these people?"

Emperor Jiaxing did not hesitate at all. He waved his pen lightly and wrote down what he said.

The fingertips leaned slightly against the pen: "Just do as the Prime Minister wishes!"

"My lord, take the order!"

This impeachment is a case of disregarding human life, and the final verdict was made without any investigation.

In fact, it wasn't just a few people who died, but more than twenty civilians, plus a county magistrate...