You rascal, stop right there!

Although Ling Shumo was still conscious, his eyes looked a little dim. Perhaps his temperament was no longer like that of a man in his early twenties.

"Minister Ling...what are you doing..." Cheng Su looked at the pale face and her voice trembled.

Since the body hasn't even been found, he can't say take care and the deceased is gone.

Moreover, he quietly handed over the three paintings, and saw that the other party took them up with both hands and did not forget to salute him.

Ling Shumo smiled warmly and said, "Thank you, Brother Cheng, you are so thoughtful."

This smile is definitely not one of relief and indifference.

But after this person opened the three paintings, his smile suddenly became solemn. After taking a deep breath, it became difficult for him to touch the paintings.

"He is so bold!" Ling Shumo uttered these words after a long time.

"What do you mean by bold?" Cheng Su looked at him in confusion.

Ling Shumo closed his eyes deeply, stroked the painting gently, and then withdrew his hand as if it was burned.

The man opened his eyes and sighed silently: "He should know that I can understand it, so he did it on purpose."

"what are you talking about?"

"Brother Cheng!" Ling Shumo sighed in astonishment, "This is not a complete painting."

"What did Minister Ling say? It's incomplete?" Cheng Su was stunned.

"Ayan, go prepare an equal amount of paper scrolls, as well as pens, ink, paper and inkstone." Ling Shumo looked at the painting, the slightly red look in his eyes was moving.

After a moment, his writing became joyful and wild, with flowing cursive characters.

He ordered people to set up a screen and overlap the calligraphy and paintings.

The portraits of the two old men have solemn expressions.

The sun was pouring in from the door, and when the two paintings were superimposed, the human figure was withered, resentful and worried. It turned out to be a refugee supporting the elderly and children.

He paused suddenly, he really didn't expect it to be this kind of painting. If the emperor and ministers in the deep palace who were used to seeing splendid things saw it, they would be shocked.

However, he didn't have time to be shocked.

The second painting, "Comfortable", of pavilions and towers also revealed its true appearance, showing dry fields and barren land due to a long drought.

Having never seen such a tragic scene before, this "unusual and surprising" scene caused a little shock.

The last painting, "Good Game", shows people walking bare-chested, with countless ropes tied to their shoulders, carrying flowers and stones on their backs. There are complaints and complaints, and occasionally some people with bruises all over their bodies are lying on the ground or thrown into a deep pit.

Cheng Su witnessed this displacement with his own eyes. Moreover, the three paintings progress from people to scenery, and from scenery to source, layer by layer.

The three paintings are collectively called "The Picture of Refugees".

The memorial was written in the form of a painting, which almost named and impeached the prime minister for quarrying stones in Jiangzhou and causing the people to suffer from famine.

In the prosperous times, no painter dared to present such things to the throne room. Painting such a work of the people's displacement, did he think that the prime minister could no longer be in office, or that the emperor could no longer be in office?

Cheng Su could not help but be amazed by the wonders in these three paintings: "No wonder they were painted so obscurely. If they were presented directly to His Majesty, I'm afraid he would be ordered to be executed on the spot."

Although this person's life or death is uncertain now, there is nothing to be done to bestow him.

Ling Shumo sighed as he looked at it, his slender fingertips touching the scroll: "Since ancient times, painters have been regarded as craftsmen. They must paint according to the rules and cannot get involved in politics."

However, using writing to express the people's sentiments and convey it to the emperor is indeed something that person can do.

Cheng Su shuddered: "Except for you, no one in the world can see it, right?"

This is true.

Having grown up together, Han Miaoran knows Ling Shumo's calligraphy very well. She can even see and write every stroke of his pen.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and intuitively realized that the late emperor seemed to have imprisoned this man six years ago.

Could it be that six years ago, Han Miaoran painted something similar and angered the late emperor?

"Minister Ling, if it were in the past, His Majesty would definitely not dismiss him because of this picture, but now Jiaxing has become suspicious of theology."

Cheng Su immediately said something that was completely irrelevant.

"The two queen mothers who just returned from worshipping Buddha at Yuntai Mountain are both indecisive and emotional. Let's just treat this as Xiao Wan's last words and let this matter be settled."

What did you say!

Last words?

Ling Shumo's eyes seemed cold, and his scattered black hair covered his eyes: "Brother Cheng, it can't be for someone. Those who worry about the country should do this."

"That's right!" Cheng Su responded.

This guy is contradicting himself. He has never seen Minister Ling with such a look before.

September 3rd, one hundred and twenty years in the Daying calendar.

A picture of refugees quietly flowed out in two directions.

Ling Shumo deciphered the meaning of the three paintings and gathered the scholars and ministers around him to persuade him. He wrote a memorial to the emperor, describing the plight of the refugees in the paintings and offering the paintings to express his grief.

When the two empress dowagers in Yuntaishan saw the painting, they burst into tears and said to the emperor: Prime Minister Li is causing chaos in the world.

During this period, Luo Wenqi compiled it into a picture book and circulated it, which became a topic of indignation among the people.

People in the deep palace were used to seeing beautiful mountains and rivers, so they couldn't see much even from the text of the memorial. However, the ingenious painting was more impressive than the text, and its ingenious design was effective, causing a sensation in the court.

In addition, when a meteor appears, there will be disasters, and everyone points to Prime Minister Li Simeng. Everyone thinks that Prime Minister Li is the meteor.

Although Emperor Jiaxing was unwilling, he still compromised under pressure from all sides and his own suspicions.

On that day, His Majesty issued the first decree to dismiss Li Simeng from the position of Prime Minister and demoted him to the position of Grand Secretary of Wenxing Pavilion.

Although Bai Shizhao was just a painter, he drew pictures, submitted memorials, gave advice and impeached people, and the people were all grateful to him.

Next to Jiangzhou City, Yuliang County.

The elegant mountains are shrouded in a thin mist, and there are few birds flying around.

The thatched house has thick walls and is sparsely populated.

On top of the pile of rocks and hay, there was a man in linen clothes sitting in the middle, weaving a bamboo lantern with some skill.

The air was filled with the scent of bamboo and some scent of paste and ink.

The footsteps of a dark-skinned girl could be heard not far away: "Your work today is much better than yesterday!"

The man looked up, smiled as brightly as spring, and proudly handed over the thing in his hand.

"That's right. Even if I'm blind, I can still make money. Look, I can definitely make it up tomorrow!"

He had a handsome face, his black hair was untied and casually gathered together, but his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if dead.

No matter what, people's smiles are still refreshing.

The man who made lanterns was the one who accidentally fell into the mountain stream due to the landslide and was missing for several days. He was already blind due to the fall - Bai Wan.

That’s Han Miaoran!