You rascal, stop right there!

The small building is elegant, with the sound of piano.

Bai Wan was wearing a red long gown and took a sip of bitter tea: "Brother Qi Tu, you don't have to look at me like that."

Luo Wenqi on the opposite side was wearing a black robe and a bright red headband.

This person seemed to be looking at some incredible person.

He asked cautiously: "Hey! Xiaobai, have you really recovered your memory?"

I was far away in Zhengzhou City, but soon I received a letter from Han Miaoran, inviting me to come. When I saw the tone of the letter was that of the person from that year, I was shocked and rushed over immediately.

Bai Wan lowered his voice and said with a sly smile: "Xiao Luoluo, do you want me to tell you what favor you owed me back then? How to convert it into silver? How to write the IOU?"

Shouldn't ask!

Luo Wenqi felt like he could vomit blood and die on the spot.

"Xiaobai, your memory is back. But why hasn't your sexuality returned completely?"

He is still that ruffian, talking about money all the time.

He remembered that Han Miaoran was actually a taciturn and elegant painter. Although he was a little eccentric, his personality was not exactly the same as the ruffian painter in front of him.

Bai Wan found it funny: "Han Miaoran died six years ago. The only ones left alive are the ruffians from Baiyun City."

He played with the green teacup in his hand, his eyes full of depth.

"Xiao Luoluo, I want you to help me with two things."

Luo Wenqi was a little confused: "What do you want me to do?"

The person opposite him gently put down the teacup and took out a scroll from the side: "Among all the painters I know, you are the best at drawing people and immortals, demons and monsters. You are even better than me and Zichen in making up stories."

That’s right, otherwise how could “Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things” be so popular.

Luo Wenqi was somewhat pleased with himself, then he glanced sideways: "So?"

Bai Wan smiled bitterly: "This is the portrait of the 26 people who died in Jiangzhou that I drew based on the oral account of the young man who survived. I hope you can help me draw them into demons and ghosts. Then, according to your talent, I will print them with prints, compile them into a storybook, and distribute them among the people."

Then, he took out a scroll from the side and handed it to Luo Wenqi: "And this thing, please give it to Zichen for me and tell him that this may help him."

"Why don't you give it to him yourself?" Luo Wenqi looked at the man strangely.

Bai Wan stared at the small building in the distance and sighed slightly: "I will go to Jiangzhou tomorrow and I don't know when I will return. He is busy with official duties and probably doesn't have time to see me off."

In fact, he was worried about Zi Chen's personality. He was afraid that he didn't want to let him go after being separated for another five years.

But even though he knew that this imperial edict was clearly a trap set by Li Simeng for him, he had to go.

There are actually three choices: disobey the order and go to jail, live in uncertainty, and survive in danger.

He can only gamble!

In short, before leaving the capital this time, he will first prepare everything he can to help Zichen and his brothers, and he has his own plans for the rest.

"Don't worry, little Luo Luo. I won't treat you unfairly. Here is the address of the person you like. I might tell you someday!"

The person opposite me was laughing in an evil way, but it might be true.

"Hey, do you know the whereabouts of Chen Yu?" Luo Wenqi asked in a panic.

He hadn't seen this person for a long time. At first, he would return home every few days, but later he could never find him again, and it seemed that he had disappeared from the face of the earth.

"You wait a moment." Bai Wan smiled. Little Lolo could be considered a double insurance for Chen Xingyi's life.

Luo Wenqi, looking at Bai Wan opposite him, found it really hard to describe.

He seemed to be the same taciturn and reasonable Han Miaoran as before, but he smiled like a ruffian.

If we really have to compare, the person in front of him is a little more indifferent and weird than he was six years ago.

I've known him for so long, but I still don't understand him.

"Well, since it's you, Xiaobai, I will definitely help." Luo Wenqi took the two scrolls and casually raised his index finger.

Although he tried his best to dress like a normal man, it was still difficult to get rid of small habits.

Just at this moment, several suona sounds were heard from downstairs of the restaurant where they were, as if a human-shaped procession was passing by.

Bai Wan couldn't help but look at the street below the small building, which saw patches of white.

There are many solemn and solemn ceremonies at a funeral, and the sound of suona is so sad and mournful.

Some people in white clothes and mourning mourning clothes carrying coffins in the front attracted a lot of attention. They walked forward in layers.

"Whose funeral is this?" a seated guest asked in surprise.

Someone beside this person explained: "Don't you know? This is Lin Xiaodie, the wife of the Minister of Revenue! I heard that she had belching disease some time ago and suddenly committed suicide!"

"Hasn't it been less than a month since we got married?" the man was very puzzled.

The wife of the Minister of Revenue, Lin Xiaodie, committed suicide...

Snap!

Bai Wan's lips trembled, and the teacup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, as if she was roaring and wailing.

"Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?" Luo Wenqi on the opposite side could see that the man's body shook heavily and trembled.

Bai Wan slapped Luo Wenqi's hand away, her eyes widened in shock, and her heart suddenly became filled with unbearable pain.

At that time, he couldn't save the woman, so how could he naively think that the matter would just pass?

Although he is not the perpetrator, he is actually a bystander and should be considered equally guilty.

After a long silence, Bai Wan finally came back to his senses.

"Nothing, I just had a seizure. I'll go see the doctor and eat some cold-mixed sheep's blood steamed buns."

He said such nonsense to Luo Wenqi.

Bai Wan had a solemn expression on his face, and looked at the funeral procession with a sense of loss, as if there was a void in his heart.

Afterwards, the man seemed to be talking to himself: "Brother Qi Tu, can you do one more thing for me? Just think of it as Han begging you..."

"It's fine anyway...it's a compensation..."

Bai Wan lowered her head, with a wisp of black hair covering her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

The layers of white on the white team seemed to blend together with the dying sunset.

The brown coffin between the men in white was like a cluster of flames thrown into a white dry well, burning fiercely.

The visual impact in his eyes was constantly suppressed in his heart by this miserable scene.

Then, Bai Wan's eyes dimmed slightly: "It seems that Master Lai Chan is right. I may not be able to really be a heartless ruffian!"