You rascal, stop right there!

under night.

Bai Wan, who was in the carriage, put down the pen in his hand and remained silent.

"Master Shizhao, we will be able to reach the capital tomorrow." Ayi walked to his side.

Bai Wan asked calmly, "Can you tell what's in my booklet?"

The person on the other side was silent...

This mass of ink is a mess, with countless strokes crisscrossing and scattered everywhere, making it impossible to tell what the painting is about.

It is clearly stated that even the worst ghost painting by a Taoist priest is not as good as the enlightenment painting of a three-year-old child. I am afraid it is not suitable for exorcising ghosts.

"Come on, if it's ugly, don't say it."

There seemed to be ice in Bai Wan's mouth, and it suddenly became cold.

suddenly,

He sighed and reached out his hand to touch the drizzle in the sky.

"Can you tell me what you like to draw the most?" He smiled generously.

Ah Yi was a little more energetic now: "Of course we can't compare to Bai Shizhao..."

He was about to say that his painting skills were superb, but then he paused.

"We are all warriors. But when we were young, we would occasionally write and draw. Who hasn't drawn a little bird on the ground?"

"That's it?" Ah Si, who was driving the carriage, came over.

"Then I'm better than you. My mother taught me calligraphy and painting. The first thing I drew was the big pumpkin at home. I want to eat it just by looking at it."

Bai Wan thought about it silently for a while and found it very funny.

What was the first thing I drew as Han Miaoran? I can’t seem to remember it at all.

However, I remember it clearly when I was a white pea.

So, this person said something shocking: "The first person I painted was a beautiful woman!"

Suddenly he added: "I only wear clothes of my heart!"

"And she was lying in the courtyard with her husband!"

"They are mingling with the flowers!"

……

The world seemed to be quiet for a while.

The two guards swallowed, looked at him with envy, and gave him a big thumbs up.

That night, Bai Wan seemed to have said a lot in a daze.

For example, how long did it take him to hold the brush, how many times did he copy "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things" to get it 70% similar. And how did he draw eight jars of water and ink the Qingchi inkstone to get into the painting academy...

The two guards listened quietly. Although there was a hint of sadness and pain in the man's tone, there was no trace of it in his eyes.

The further the conversation went, the quieter everyone became.

What about not caring about blindness and the sky taking it back temporarily? It's all nonsense!

In fact, it is just the injustice of nature. This person simply cannot let go.

In the night drizzle, the stars are scattered, but behind their brilliance there is darkness.

Bai Wan finally couldn't say anything more and slowly closed her eyes. She couldn't even utter a single word.

I have been painting for several years and the results are unforgettable.

I have to admit that his feelings for Danqing may be even stronger than for Zichen.

Collapse twice is something that no ordinary person can withstand.

Hey……

Outside the capital, drizzle continued.

Ah Yi looked at Bai Shizhao like this, his originally high spirits turned so dull and gloomy, he couldn't help but say:

"Bai Shizhao. In fact, there are blind musicians, fortune tellers, even ceramic and jade makers, and compilers of official documents. Even worse..."

"If all else fails, you can always take a broken bowl and go begging on the city walls in the east, south, west, and north?" Bai Wan added.

Looking at the man glowing in the moonlight.

"Bai Shizhao, that's not what I meant." Ah Yi looked at this man with pity, "Many imperial doctors in the palace have miraculous skills. Especially with so many famous doctors in the world, maybe they can cure it."

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment, then hit the man on the shoulder with the bamboo pole: "That's a very useful statement."

………………

Day two.

Imperial city, at the palace gate.

Li Li, the son of the former prime minister, stopped. He looked at the city gate he had just walked out of and was very unhappy. The dismissal of Emperor Jiaxing made him speechless and irritable. He was unwilling to resume his position as prime minister despite his repeated pleas.

After the impeachment by Chief Censor Wang An and several others, Jiaxing was further angered.

Therefore, in order to keep his position as the governor of the Xiang Army, he had to temporarily distance himself from his father.

What was even more unexpected was that Bai Shizhao in Jiangzhou City also survived like a ghost.

On the way back home, the storyteller faintly conveyed some things that he did not want to hear at all.

Those who usually sang praises to Da Ying Jiang Shan and talked about gossips were now talking about Bai Shizhao who presented three strange paintings.

The storyteller started by saying that the title of the Three Saints of Daying Painting Academy could be supplemented by another saint, which was simply ridiculous!

Thousands of miles of painting express resentment and the people of the world feel love.

It is said that one should not be afraid of life and death, and one should not be afraid of power.

The painting is ethereal and the long scroll is faintly fragrant.

"He's nothing but a madman who seeks fame, is arrogant because of his talent, and has nine lives!" Li Li smiled in his heart.

He raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to the person beside him: "Tell him that I don't want to hear the name of Bai Shizhao."

As soon as these words were spoken, the attendant beside him understood and walked over to instruct the storyteller.

The man was wearing a silver mask and his stern gaze was enough to make one break out in a cold sweat even from a distance.

Unexpectedly, the attendant was tripped by a man wearing a veil and a dark black gauze when he passed by him, and he fell to the ground.

"Who is it?" he shouted.

No one around paid any attention to him.

There was only a man who was knocking the ground with a bamboo pole, saying, "I'm blind, I can't see anything!"

The man walked forward cautiously, even leading a half-man-tall, shiny, black, slender furry dog.

"Let's go, Xiaochen."

The dog nodded slightly.

As soon as Bai Wan entered the city, he bought a black dog to help him face the danger of blindness. Otherwise, he would not know how to move forward once the sword-bearing guards returned to the palace to report.

I have asked the guards to write and submit the memorial of resignation from the position of imperial painter in the Daying Painting Academy.

He was a man who believed that his fate was in his own hands, and he did not immediately look for Ling Shumo and other old friends when he returned to the capital. Instead, he spent countless thoughts trying to find a way to survive.

It must be admitted that he is conceited and has low self-esteem, and it is impossible for him to find a younger brother if he is blind.

In the past, people would eat and drink for free at the Shangshu Mansion, and that was done intentionally by the ruffians because they had their own salary and money to spend.

But now, before I can earn some money, I don’t want to be a blood-sucking worm.

Whether it is the painter Bai Shizhao or the painting saint Han Miaoran, their reputations are too great and not suitable for a blind man like himself.

What your heart desires should be someone with whom you can shine.