You rascal, stop right there!

Go to the study.

The incident of Prime Minister Li lighting the lamp in the Jiangzhou case had not yet ended, but Emperor Jiaxing had issued a new order - Prime Minister Baishengju.

The reason was nothing else but that after hearing about the assassination of the Prime Minister, His Majesty not only did not think that the disaster was caused by himself, but also felt that it was because the royal favor was not enough.

He actually ordered a painting of the prime minister's hometown garden and his parents at home to comfort his horrified heart after being assassinated.

Three paintings were to be drawn, nine feet high and six feet wide, with gardens and gardens, and the halls of the house, which were deeply in line with the emperor's wishes.

And this request was made by Li Simeng himself.

Bai Wan looked at the person on the dragon throne and said coldly, "Your Majesty, do you want me to go to Jiangzhou to paint this "Bai Sheng Ju" for Prime Minister Li?"

Although Emperor Jiaxing said this, everyone knew what Prime Minister Li had done.

If these pictures were drawn, the painter would be despised by the people.

Emperor Jiaxing looked at him, overlooking him and said: "Ordinary court painters are all in the inner court, rarely leaving the palace. Don't you always like to paint outside the palace? This time it doesn't go your way!"

Bai Wan sneered when he heard this: "Your Majesty has ordered me, and I dare not disobey."

Li Simeng failed in his request for the world's number one map, and he was not in a position to attack directly, so he came up with this method to put himself in danger.

If anything unexpected happened on the way to Jiangzhou, no one would think it was his fault, and he would just wash his hands of it.

Jiaxing seemed to see something strange in this person's eyes, and couldn't help but say, "Since the opening of the Daying Painting Academy, only two painters have had the opportunity to paint outside the palace. One is Han Miaoran, and the other is you, Bai Shizhao!"

Unfortunately, it's me.

Bai Wan could only smile bitterly.

The last time he went out to paint, he died five years later. This time...

Prime Minister Li Simeng is a man of deep thoughts, and he will never allow himself to have a smooth journey and return safely.

Faced with this situation, Bai Wan was helpless: "I am a weak scholar, I am afraid of encountering some pirates or bandits, or even wild dogs and perverts. So, I hope Your Majesty will give me some guards."

Emperor Jiaxing looked the man up and down.

He was wearing red clothes, was handsome and fair, seemed to be so weak that his arms were not even as thick as the legs of a table.

He was stunned and had no choice but to say, "Okay, I will send you a few imperial guards with swords."

Bai Wan finally kowtowed: "Minister, I obey your order."

Therefore, Bai Shizhao from Daying Painting Academy accepted the imperial edict and was going to Li's garden in Jiangzhou in person.

Upon hearing the news, everyone at the Daying Art Academy branch was shocked.

They looked at Bai Shizhao who had returned with the imperial edict, and could not help but look at each other, thinking it was extremely ridiculous.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly at first: "What do you mean by 'still in shock'? Can those 26 dead people come back to life?"

He felt depressed, thinking that Emperor Jiaxing was too fond of Prime Minister Li. Wasn't this going to destroy Daying's empire?

Bai Wan smiled slightly: "Cheng Zhiyuan, don't be so angry. You don't have much hair to begin with, and you'll go bald if you do this."

The current Emperor Jiaxing is not even a bit inferior to the previous emperor in terms of talent and character.

"Xiao Wan, do you want me to send you a collaborative painter? I'm afraid the time is too tight for one person to do three works." Cheng Su asked.

Everyone took a step back. If they really went there, they would probably be hit with rotten eggs by the people along the way and be burned on the spot.

To everyone's astonishment, Shen Zhuyue slowly bowed her hands and said, "I'll go."

Bai Wan was surprised and asked, "Shen Shizhao, aren't you painting a portrait of Concubine Chun recently? You've revised it twenty times. How can you have time to go to Jiangzhou?"

Shen Zhuyue smiled bitterly: "You also know that I have revised it twenty times. I just want to go out and hide away. Otherwise, I will be reprimanded and sent to the prison, and die on the spot."

"If I agree to draw something like this for Prime Minister Li, the world will definitely criticize me, and if I'm not careful, I'll be infamous forever."

Bai Wan patted Shen Zhuyue's shoulder, feeling that this person had some sharp pride that was hidden but difficult to express.

"Three paintings, it's uncertain if one person painted them. It doesn't matter!"

In fact, none of the other painters were willing to follow. Cheng Su, the direct director, was embarrassed by his retreat.

The corner of Bai Wan's mouth twitched: "Forget it, I have my own plans."

If Li Simeng really intended to let himself go without return, adding Shen Zhuyue would undoubtedly be an extra trouble.

Prime Minister's Mansion.

Li Simeng looked at the document in his hand coldly, his expression was deep and uncertain. He held the pen in one hand and hesitated before writing on the paper.

In fact, he wanted to strangle White Pea from the day he recognized his identity.

However, Bai Shizhao has no intention of restoring his status. He does not have the arrogant character of Han Miaoran, nor has he been imprisoned by the previous emperor.

He was like a hedgehog wrapped in cotton. No matter how provocative the words were, he would just laugh it off. He also had to worry about being stabbed in return.

Moreover, this person has gained the favor of His Majesty through his painting, and is even showing a tendency to surpass him. It is obviously unwise to openly attack him.

So, Li Simeng couldn't help but sneer: "People have really changed. If it were you back then, you wouldn't accept this order."

The most shameless person who betrays his teacher and ancestors...

The yin and yang sides of his face illuminated by the candlelight were cold and disembodied like a ghost.

A man in blue clothes walked up to him: "Father."

Half of this man's face was as handsome as a gentleman, while the other half was as haggard as a ghost. His appearance was even more ugly and terrifying due to the contrast between his temperament and figure, and his scars were prominent.

Li Simeng smiled: "Do you know that your senior brother is not dead?"

The man in blue showed some surprise on his face: "How is this possible? Han Miaoran died a long time ago, didn't he?"

Observing the man's expression, Li Simeng smiled slightly: "Not only did he not die, but he also used his left hand to re-enter the Academy of Painting. Now he is deeply favored and valued by the emperor."

Then he added: "I never knew that someone could really crawl back from hell."

"So what does father mean?" The man in blue nodded slowly, with a resolute look on his face.

"You will inherit my legacy in the future. If you are of any use, you must be used. If you are of no use, you must be killed."

After a while, the person on the other side nodded slightly.

"Ok, I see."

"I'll send someone to Jiangzhou to kill him right now."

Li Simeng shook his head: "You don't understand at all! If I wanted to kill him, I would have killed him long ago."

"I..." The man in blue was a little confused. He looked at the kind-looking man in front of him in confusion, "But..."

"This kind of person who can draw the best picture in the world and has the ability to dismiss all officials cannot be easily eliminated!"

Li Simeng suddenly stood up and put down the pen in his hand.

There was a red bird on the paper, and opposite it was a dead tree with a hole in it.

"He is a man of use."