You rascal, stop right there!

Hearing this, Ling Shumo's eyes sparkled, and he smiled calmly at the person opposite him. His aura was tranquil and distant, making people dizzy.

"You are still the same Brother Yuebai as before..." He sighed with great emotion.

It seems like I haven't heard such remarks for a long time.

Han Miaoran, the court painter, had read poetry and prose since childhood and understood the great principles, so he could be considered a talented person. But he was not just a street person who had been ignorant for five years.

Bai Wan also thought to himself: The real me is not a ruffian after all.

Six years ago, I dared to present the painting alone, which meant I didn't care about my life or death. I didn't even say a word, knowing that this was a farewell forever.

God has mercy on him and given him the gift he has today.

"Zi Chen..." Bai Wan forced a teasing, "So do you think the Han Miaoran in the past was better, or the Bai Wan now is better?"

Ling Shumo smiled helplessly: "They are the same person, what are you worried about?"

Bai Wan's body stiffened instantly and he gave a helpless smile.

Different...

Han Miaoran, the so-called world-famous painting saint, had killed hundreds of people under his brush.

He watched others die in front of him. Even if he later donated his paintings to save people, he could not make up for the deaths.

But Bai Wan from Baiyun City was just a rogue who cheated and deceived people. The worst thing he had done was to steal someone's pants.

In Ling Shumo's eyes, he was a childhood sweetheart, a close friend in both calligraphy and painting, and a close friend who loved and accompanied him. Except for his current ruffian look, there was probably no stain on him.

but……

Bai Wan remained silent and asked calmly, "If I say that I would rather be a rogue painter in the future and not be the painting saint Han Miaoran, will you still choose me?"

Ling Shumo's lips felt hot: "Of course I'll choose you!"

These words were said firmly and resolutely, without any hesitation.

"Zi Chen..." Bai Wan forced a smile, "Then when the court is cleaned up and Prime Minister Li falls, we will resign and live in seclusion, okay?"

Ling Shumo's heart seemed to be covered by something, and his face was full of emotion: "Are you telling the truth?"

Bai Wan patted his shoulder generously, smiling sincerely: "When the time comes, I will tell you everything. This time, I will keep my word."

He felt guilty and bitter, and from the beginning he didn't know whether he should tell Zichen about those things.

Because I used to think I could handle everything on my own, I was so conceited that I thought "my fate is in my own hands".

Seeing this man make such a promise, Ling Shumo stopped asking questions. No matter how much he investigated, it was nothing compared to what the man himself admitted.

Since the person on the other side has remembered it, he can answer at any time.

He will wait.

"Okay, let's clean up together and live in seclusion together..." Apart from these few words and his full trust, he didn't know what else to say.

Bai Wan thought about it and realized that Prime Minister Li was now deeply favored by His Majesty.

Even if someone in the court was dissatisfied or even impeached, it would not be able to resist the emperor's will. As a painter, I was already humble in front of the emperor. How to make things happen was not so easy...

The current prime minister and the current king, both of them made him feel strange and sad.

The night grew darker, and the moon began to set in the west.

As the breeze blew gently, the two people in the carriage were very close to each other, with a faint lingering affection between them.

At this time, Bai Wan felt that it was inappropriate for the two of them to be alone together in such a late night environment.

"Uh, I think I'd better go back first."

Bai Wan swallowed awkwardly. He felt that this small space still had some negative effects even though the two of them were so restrained.

Zichen looks like this, what if he loses control and kills her?

Ling Shumo frowned: "Wait a minute, call someone to pick up Chen Xingyi, and then you can go back. Okay?"

This is not a suggestion...

The person opposite had a complexion as white as jade, and a pair of bright eyes that were pure and flawless. How could he not agree to what she said when she saw him looking at her?

Bai Wan suddenly felt at a loss, so he cautiously asked, "Then shall we sleep in the carriage together today?"

After saying this, I wanted to slap myself to death.

Then, he quickly raised his right hand and swore devoutly: "Don't worry, I am absolutely a gentleman and will not do anything beyond the rules. I will be focused and put my hands together, just treating you as a banished immortal in the painting, sacred and uncontaminated..."

Bai Wan knew that what he said was extremely sincere, so he sat upright to show that his thoughts were absolutely innocent.

"What are you talking about?" Ling Shumo smiled dotingly, "I have to go to court at dawn, and there is still an hour left. There is really no need to go back to the Shangshu Mansion."

"And your personality must be to let the injured sleep on the bed while you sleep on the floor, right? You just recovered from the high fever a few days ago."

Knowing that he was thinking the wrong thing, Bai Wan curled his lips vaguely and smiled.

There was no way, he had painted too many secret play pictures now.

I have seen both gay and gay, and even lesbian. How could anyone be as innocent as Ling Shumo, who knows nothing?

The carriage was the highlight, with all the twists and turns in the plot, so complex and exciting that he didn't dare to tell about it in public.

So the next moment.

In order to protect the reputation of the other person and prevent himself, a beast, from doing anything wrong, Bai Wan made a decision.

He found a corner and restrained himself with righteous words, at least eight feet away from Ling Shumo.

A sturdy man was sleeping on his side on the cushion of the carriage, curled up mechanically.

Although he had become less distant because of Ling Shumo's presence, he was still somewhat defensive in his heart and held tightly onto the wooden box beside him, refusing to let go.

It is called a beautiful name: When dreaming, imagine that the wooden box is a box full of gold ingots.

Ling Shumo looked at him with an almost helpless gaze, feeling that this man was like a hedgehog wrapped in a colorful cotton ball, always accustomed to holding on to something to fall asleep, so he had no choice but to agree.

I don’t know how long it took.

The person on the soft couch's breathing gradually became smoother, and the fatigue between his brows gradually faded away.

Outside the carriage, Ling Shumo, who controlled his breathing and stiffened his body, dared to gently stroke the man's hair and said frankly:

"Actually, I really don't like someone sleeping in your bed or living in your room..."

"But, after all, he is your brother and friend, so I can only treat him as my brother and friend."

Bai Wan was not conscious after falling asleep, and did not hear what the man said at all, so he said in a daze: "I know..."

The next day, it was just dawn.

The sun was pouring down, and the first ray of sunlight fell into the carriage from outside, and Ling Shumo opened his eyes quietly.

He sat upright in the carriage for more than an hour, looking at someone who was sleeping soundly, motionless like a stone sculpture.

This man didn't dare to touch anywhere else except gently stroking the strands of hair on Bai Wan's forehead. It was really a self-inflicted torture.

So, I went straight to the morning court in the early morning.

He seemed to be relieved and even stumbled and sprained his foot.