You rascal, stop right there!

This simple little house in the woods.

All the objects are placed in a mess, or in a disorderly yet orderly manner.

The veil on Bai Wan's head was taken off by the person opposite. She was wearing coarse linen clothes and had black hair like ink. There was almost no place for her to hide and she could only smile bitterly.

"Can you let go first..."

I have noticed before that Ling Shumo's hand strength seems to be much greater than mine. Although he said he had learned swordsmanship, I have never actually seen it.

"Okay——" Ling Shumo gradually relaxed his strength.

He looked at the bamboo pole in his hand, and his bright eyes were now dim. He felt the pain as if it had penetrated his bones.

As a person who is also fond of poetry and painting, how can I not understand this kind of excruciating pain?

Bai Wanwei smiled and sighed: "You are the only one in the world who can decipher my painting. Now that Prime Minister Li has been dismissed, everyone's worries about the court affairs have been relieved."

I really didn't expect that the first words I would say after our reunion would be these.

Ling Shumo paused for a moment before saying sadly, "He was demoted to the Grand Secretary of Wenxing Pavilion, but his power has not been reduced much. The mistakes he made in the previous reforms that harmed the country need to be made up slowly. It is still unknown whether His Majesty intends to resume his position as Prime Minister."

"Now, I can't do more. It's good enough that I can make that tyrant emperor waver a little. It's ridiculous that I don't have the ability to depose the emperor." Bai Wan sighed.

Finally, Ling Shumo sighed, holding back his sobs and whispered, "Is this all you want to say to me?"

He once made a report on the matter, followed the etiquette of the world, and planned to go to the enemy country. Even the posthumous title of the Empress Dowager had to be personally determined before she could be buried. He even stopped the southern barbarians from attacking the city and escaped back to Daying from the blockade of Xuanli.

Under the power of the imperial court, it can be said that he might be the next prime minister.

But when faced with Bai Wan, I actually didn't know what to do.

Ling Shumo understands Han Miaoran and also understands Bai Wan.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to ask, but even if he does, this person won’t tell him easily.

I knew he had returned to the capital many days ago.

Those nightmare-like words are still ringing in my ears, and it is hard to get rid of them——

"Bai Shizhao, I am resigning from my position as a painter because I am blind and can no longer paint."

"He worked three jobs and even went to a chess hall to learn how to play chess."

"A few days ago, I went to the west of the city to mourn for someone, and I tried to get a few steamed buns and roast chickens from them, and even got candy from a five-year-old child."

"The dog is very powerful. It has scared away many thieves and other criminals. It has even threatened thieves to pay a scouting fee."

"Every few days, I go to the Jiaye Temple to pay respect to my parents and relatives, light candles and offer sacrifices."

These documents felt like pins and needles in Ling Shumo's hands.

He wanted to meet this person, but since Bai Wan was unwilling to meet him and accept his help, he had to follow this person's wishes first.

If it weren't for the court meeting today, Daying would have taken a fifteen-day leave to receive his clothes, and the official duties would have been over. He really couldn't restrain himself, and he wouldn't have come here without caring about anything.

cough--

I felt that the air around me seemed a little heavy.

Bai Wan explained solemnly: "Actually, I thought I would wait until I became the most powerful blind man and would not be a burden to others before I came to find you!"

Become the most powerful blind man?

It is difficult to describe the sadness Ling Shumo felt when he heard these words.

This person's ideal is either to draw the best picture in the world, or to become the best gangster in Baiyun City.

Even if you are blind, you have to be the powerful one!

How can anyone say such words with a bright smile?

"I have to go to the chess hall to learn how to play chess tomorrow, and go to the Bairixuan paper mill to grind bamboo. In a few days, there will be a spirit that will cry."

He said nonchalantly with a smile: "Zi Chen, I didn't know I was so bad at chess before. Now I know that it's so difficult to play chess after you lose sight!"

"Are you tired from the work of the Ministry of Rites recently? Do you still want to have a midnight snack?..."

why?

We can still chat about daily life and talk about other things.

The man was talking eloquently when suddenly his hand was held by another hand.

After the joints were clearly embedded, the ten fingers were clasped together and the touch between the fingers suddenly became hot.

Ling Shumo didn't know when he approached him, and held him against the wall with his hands. He even approached him with a little hesitation, thinking for a moment before he raised his face devoutly and kissed the forehead of the person opposite him.

Even with just this kind of physical contact, he felt that his longing for her had dissipated.

Bai Wan was stunned, because since he couldn't see, his sense of touch was much sharper than usual.

He only felt that the warm touch was melancholy, and the burning emotions were even stronger than the kiss of lips and teeth.

The sun is rising from the south!

This elegant and upright gentleman who is always shy actually takes the initiative one day.

"Can you please... not force yourself like this!" a voice said with a sigh.

"It's not too hard!"

Bai Wan did all this for herself, not for others.

But Ling Shumo was indeed trying to comfort him.

Outside the window, the sun was setting and rain began to fall among the swaying bamboos, the sound of the rain accompanying the two's anxious heartbeats after their reunion.

The two men hugged each other face to face, one was feeling lost while the other pretended nothing happened.

Bai Wan smiled faintly and patted the man's back while groping:

"In fact, you were alone in the capital back then, and it was quite reluctant for you to quit your job as a painter to take the imperial examination. It is said that you lived in a stable in the suburbs and copied books for Zuixin Pavilion in order to study. Don't think I don't know anything about it!"

It’s not that he didn’t ask about Ling Shumo’s past experiences, but since the other person didn’t mention it, there was no need for him to tell anyone.

"Then...how can they be the same!" Ling Shumo's voice was rarely louder.

At least he had all his limbs intact and his eyes and ears were sharp, not as hard as the man in front of him.

Bai Wan frowned: "Blindness doesn't mean it's useless. I can walk the path that ordinary people walk. It's just a little harder."

It was a very light and cold voice, or perhaps a little mocking of oneself.

Ling Shumo, however, could not laugh and used a little more strength in the hug.

The person opposite him smelled the strong scent of books and ink on him, which made him think of beautiful things. He said, "If you are really worried about me, why don't you do me a favor?"

"What help?" Ling Shumo looked at him puzzledly.

He quietly approached the man's neck and rested his head on his shoulder:

"You only dared to kiss my forehead for such a long time. You can try another place next time! Or..."

This scoundrel can't even see, but he can still accurately find the soft flesh near the other person's ear and rub it against his ears.

Ling Shumo immediately took a step back, his eyes flickered, and his body became extremely stiff.

Although the eyes of this blind man are dull now, his appearance remains the same, clear and elegant.

The most recent one was the clear and bright lips so close to each other, and the two of them once caressed each other intimately.

He felt as if his face was on fire, his breathing became disordered, and he turned his head away.

"I...I'll go help you sort out the mess of your study!"

Ling Shumo quietly fled to the side of the cabinet, as if he was being teased by a bully.

"Hahaha!"

White Pea grinned, then sighed.

Although he couldn't see it, that was why Zichen didn't ask so many questions.