You rascal, stop right there!

The night is deep.

Bai Wan went to the Imperial Medical Bureau and begged for medicine to treat his injuries. Moreover, he asked for it in the name of his own injury, forcing the imperial physician Lin Shiqing to not question it.

His memories and learned talents have returned, but his personality has become that of a gangster.

So, he was quite pleased with himself, and took the free herbs and cloth strips he had cheated back home. However, he only saw a man in blue standing in front of the official residence under the candlelight, looking at him with a complicated expression.

The person has a gentle smile, but there is a hint of sadness hidden in it.

"Zi Chen."

Ling Shumo was originally worried, but when he saw that the man's hands seemed to be full of medicine bags and cloth strips, he became a little flustered.

"Are you injured?"

The visitor didn't care about anything else and put his hand on Bai Wan's shoulder to look her over carefully. He seemed relieved when he found that she was safe and sound.

Bai Wan was stunned, and let the man grope his body for a long time before he came to his senses:

"I'm fine!"

There was a breeze at night and the candles flickered.

Since everyone was here, he had no excuse. He led Ling Shumo back to the house and told the truth: "It was Chen Er who was injured. Not me!"

Chen Xingyi was still half-lying on the bed, his back and arms wrapped in long strips of cloth, his expression complicated.

Bai Wan looked around carefully, then closed the door completely and fastened it.

"Chen Yu?" Ling Shumo was startled at first.

Then, seeing this man lying half naked on someone's bed, his body tensed up.

There was really no way to hide it, so Bai Wan quietly poured him a glass of water and handed it to him: "Zi Chen, his real name is actually Chen Xingyi. It's..."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "He was one of the assassins who assassinated Prime Minister Li the day before yesterday."

Ling Shumo paused and did not go to serve tea.

He seemed to be thinking about something. After carefully looking at this man, he seemed to be suppressing his anger: "Abai, are you just going to take him in like this?"

The tone became increasingly cold.

Bai Wan frowned at the man and patted his shoulder: "After all, he is my little brother. It's not good to leave him dead in the wilderness."

Ling Shumo nodded, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the table, and wrote in a few strokes:

"This is a teahouse run by Ling Han on the outskirts of the city. It's rarely visited and they just happen to be in need of a waiter. You just concealed your identity and went there to recuperate."

Bai Wan came closer to take a look and was amazed.

Not only was it written down how the identity would be arranged, but also the number of medical strips, the length of stay, and even the approximate time it would take to recover from the injuries before being sent away were all clearly written.

The most speechless thing is that they actually wrote down roughly how much silver it would cost and how the workmanship would offset the expenses.

The ink dried up in a short while, and Ling Shumo handed it to Chen Xingyi.

He said in a quiet tone: "I don't know why you concealed your identity and did such a thing. But since you are Abai's younger brother, please do as the letter says."

Chen Xingyi took the paper carefully, then looked at Bai Wan doubtfully, seeming a little hesitant.

"Zi Chen, you should really go to the Ministry of Justice to write the Great Winning Law instead of staying in the Ministry of Rites." Bai Wan chuckled.

Ling Shumo looked at the man helplessly, as if smiling. "Assassinating the prime minister is a serious crime. If you find an assassin recovering here, how many heads do you have?"

"one!"

Bai Wan answered honestly.

Ling Shumo looked at the man's face and felt helpless. He spoke seriously:

"Chen Xingyi, a driver will take you there tomorrow. It will be a padded sedan chair, so you won't get hurt."

"Also, you'd better not carry out any assassination attempts in the short term."

The closer to the capital, the easier it is for people to discover your identity, not to mention that the residence of the Daying Painting Academy is only a stone's throw away from the imperial palace. He understood this very well.

"Thank you, Master Ling! But isn't it a bit too hasty for tomorrow?"

There are only a few hours left until dawn, it's a bit too hasty.

"Tomorrow is a good day." Ling Shumo said with a smile.

Chen Xingyi had no choice but to agree.

Unexpectedly, everything was arranged so well that I had to accept it even if I didn't want to.

I just wonder if Lord Ling knows about this!

His behavior is no different from Bai Wan's sheltering an assassin.

Seeing that Chen Xingyi seemed to have accepted the suggestion, Ling Shumo suddenly stopped and walked to Bai Wan with a distant look:

"Take a step to speak."

"it is good."

Under this man's astonished and surprised gaze, Bai Wan and Ling Shumo walked out of the official residence.

Moreover, after looking around, he decided to go to his carriage to talk.

"Zi Chen..." Bai Wan looked at the opposite side in confusion.

Ling Shumo looked at this man, without saying a word from beginning to end, and stared at him quietly for a long time.

The air in the carriage was silent...

Bai Wan thought for a long time before she realized, "Could it be that you were jealous just now?"

Ling Shumo's face was a little hot, and he said every word: "I! Didn't!!"

Look, this time it's no more firm than what I said before.

If they said they didn't have any, why would they send him out to the suburbs in such a hurry? And they also sent someone to pick him up the next day.

Isn’t this the three hundred taels of silver that are missing here?

"Well, you didn't."

Bai Wan looked at this man with great joy, thinking that beneath his gentleness like jade he had such a lovely side.

The person opposite him concealed the blush on his face and stared at him straight:

"An assassin, hiding his identity as a gangster and following you for three years, this time he assassinated the prime minister! Don't you have anything to tell me?"

Bai Wan smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I just found out about this too."

Ling Shumo looked at his face and didn't seem to notice anything else unusual.

Bai Wan immediately added: "Zi Chen, I know you are worried. But he has been my little brother for the past three years, and this kid doesn't have the guts to hurt me."

He has not yet told Ling Shumo about the matter of the world's number one map six years ago.

If I said too much, I would have to talk about how I was imprisoned and tortured, and how I escaped, which I really couldn't say.

Ling Shumo's expression changed constantly: "Of course I know that you are always loyal and righteous. But, have you never thought about yourself?"

This person's words were indeed serious, but in fact, he went even further than himself in shielding Chen Xingyi.

"Why did you help him without asking me any more questions?" Bai Wan glanced at his expression and said with a smile.

Looking at this man laughing, Ling Shumo felt that even though his memory had been restored, his personality didn't seem to have changed at all. He liked to change the subject without telling the truth again.

"Because, he is your brother." Ling Shumo's smile faded, "Since you believe in him, I naturally have to believe in him too."

"Zi Chen... he killed Prime Minister Li." Bai Wan suddenly rested his chin on the man's shoulder, "Don't you think it's wrong at all?"

Feeling someone approaching him again and a sudden heat beside his ears, Ling Shumo stiffened.

"Prime Minister Li was indeed our mentor, but he has done too many things that have disregarded human lives over the years. It is inevitable that someone will assassinate him after he has made enemies."

Being a mentor is one thing, but if he is a disaster to the country, we cannot care too much about this friendship.

He was temporarily unable to overthrow the Prime Minister's power and eliminate the factional disputes in the court. If the person really died, as a master and disciple, they would kowtow and burn incense.

Bai Wan smiled bitterly. What kind of mentor is he?

Li Simeng used to accept so many apprentices every year, and among the twelve painters of that year, only those few survived in the end.

He knows all the truth, but Zichen doesn't.

Bai Wan glanced at him and said, "Zi Chen, if you want to overthrow his power, I can also help."

Ling Shumo frowned, his pupils dimly lit: "I am an official appointed by the court, and I have the duty to rectify things. Don't do such a thing!"

The person found by the Ministry of Justice was most likely Han Miaoran, who was imprisoned six years ago. The prime minister's party used a fake corpse to replace him, so we can almost guess what happened to this person.

He was hesitant today and wanted to ask this person.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Bai Wan said firmly: "I am a citizen of Daying and have the responsibility to defend my country. Why can't I do such a thing?"