You rascal, stop right there!

Chen Xingyi stepped forward and said, "Boss, if you don't have money, you can use something else as compensation!"

"You have to choose one between bandaging the dog, chopping wood, and fetching water." After Bai Wan finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward, leaning on the bamboo pole.

Chen Xing noticed that there was indeed no light in this person's eyes, so he unconsciously raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

call out--

Ling Shumo pushed his hand away forcefully and shook his head sadly, signaling him not to try again.

"I'm blind, and my goods are genuine." Bai Wan knocked on the ground hard, "I'm not like the one who pretended to be blind and lame to cheat people out of money before."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people beside him stopped talking.

Under Bai Wan's guidance, Chen Xingyi put the dog aside and checked the wound while he fumbled around, while Ling Shumo held an oil lamp to illuminate it.

"Okay." He patted it.

As they talked, the sky outside seemed to be getting darker.

Chen Xingyi looked at the furnishings in the house uncomfortably. It was extremely simple. Apart from a wooden cabinet, a table and chairs, and a bamboo bed, there was almost no luxury.

The so-called bamboo hut is actually a simple house.

Chen Xingyi stared at Ling Shumo for a moment, and felt that his expression changed:

“Master Ling, you don’t look like someone who has no place to live, and yet you insist on squeezing in with the boss.”

cough!

Ling Shumo glanced sideways, his face gloomy as he changed the subject: "Aren't you recuperating at the place I arranged for you? Why did you come here?"

"This……"

Chen Xingyi looked at the person not far away quietly, and tapped the ground: "Tell me, you came to see me for something important, right?"

You don't have to guess, I won't bother you at night unless it's necessary.

As for that painting, it was just like the sunken memories of the past six years or so - it shouldn't have been dug out from deep within with such pain in the bone marrow.

If you don't ask, no one will know -

"I remember that the fence seemed to be not closed. Can I help you close it?" Ling Shumo closed his eyes gently and was about to get up.

I have to say, this person really cares about him.

Bai Wan gently pulled his sleeve and said, "You don't have to do this..."

So, he closed his eyes with a sigh and put a little more strength into his hands: "Speak now, no need to avoid Zichen."

After spending the past few days in the dark with Ling Shumo, he seemed to have made up his mind.

Everyone says things that are not what they mean sometimes, but avoiding it or not telling the truth is not a solution either.

The stars are dim in the night, a bright moon rises from the chaos, and cracks and streams of light appear in the clouds, like ravines in one's heart.

Ling Shumo listened calmly, and at first seemed to be as gentle and elegant as a gentleman.

However, when he heard that Chen Xingyi actually wanted to kill Han Miaoran for the painting, and even monitored her for three years for the painting.

The man's breathing became a little heavy, and the hand holding the sleeve became tighter and tighter, causing the folds of his clothes to gradually become twisted and deformed.

"To be honest, I must get the painting you drew six years ago this time." Chen Xingyi saw his expression and spoke clearly.

Hearing this, Ling Shumo continued to look at Bai Wan quietly, his calmness and dignity not making a sound to disturb her.

Bai Wan was silent for a while, and didn't say anything. After a long while, he dipped his index finger in some water and wrote a few words on the table.

The font outline is somewhat clear - "Wanli Minyuan"

"Is this the name of the painting?" Chen Xingyi asked.

"Yes." Bai Wan just felt something was hazy.

"It's not the best painting in the world. Moreover, it was burned on the spot by the late emperor the day I presented it to him."

These words seemed to open up a past.

A hidden secret.

Ling Shumo had looked up many clues before, but now he could only look at him quietly, his eyes revealing endless concern and sadness.

This person is so proud and conceited that he has never been willing to speak out. He probably just wants to take the responsibility himself.

He kept waiting for this person to speak out, and if he didn't, he really wouldn't ask.

"This painting was burned on the spot by the late emperor." Chen Xingyi was shocked. "How is this possible? The rumors clearly said..."

"Heh!" Bai Wan laughed, but her tone was still helpless.

That was the tone. No one believed it, so I told them the painting was gone.

Ling Shumo had seen this man forcing a smile more than once, but this was the first time he saw his expression so cold and different from before.

"Six years ago, I saw with my own eyes that the late emperor tore up the painting and threw it into the brazier to destroy it..."

That was a work he risked his life to create after traveling all over the country and putting in so much effort.

The water stains on Bai Wan's fingertips gradually dissipated, and now it has become just a grievance.

"I don't know who said that the painting has the power to dismiss all officials. How could anyone believe such a ridiculous statement?"

Yes, how could anyone believe it!

The late emperor was wise, and spared him the death penalty despite his naive and ignorant behavior.

But after finally leaving the Criminal Justice Department, he became a person who only sees the world from a well.

Chen Xingyi took a breath and stopped talking immediately.

If the painting is not obtained within a month, the useless Han Miaoran will have to be killed.

"Boss, aren't there any samples or bad drawings? Given the relevant circumstances, there can't be nothing!" he asked worriedly.

Bai Wan's face was as gloomy as water, and he closed his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

Ling Shumo, who was standing by, said, "All the paintings in the Han Mansion disappeared overnight, and all the servants either disappeared or died of illness."

If the late emperor wanted the man and his painting to disappear from this world, then there are still people who want to get the painting for ridiculous reasons.

"Six years ago, they didn't believe it. Do you think they will believe it six years later?" Bai Wan sighed.

Although, he is blind now and cannot see any more emotions.

However, based on Ling Shumo's understanding of him over the years, he could definitely tell that this man was now joking with a bit of helplessness.

"Boss, if there was no such painting, would you..." Chen Xingyi didn't finish the next sentence.

Since he could find it, then the other assassins of the lord could also find it here.

Others would not be like me and not take action out of brotherhood.

Bai Wan said disdainfully: "Be more direct, or you'll die. But do I look like someone who can be manipulated so easily?"

Six years ago, he was able to escape. Six years later, he could still escape.

I guess so……

Chen Xingyi smiled bitterly in his heart, this was not a matter of manipulation.

Later, when the night was deep and quiet, the three of them could not fall asleep in the small house in the bamboo forest. It seemed that they all had something in their minds.

"Zi Chen, isn't it a bit unfair for us to let Chen Er sleep outside?"

Even though Bai Wan thought he was shameless, he did not let his brother sleep on the bench at the door.

"There are no extra beds in the room." Ling Shumo said dimly.

Bai Wan tidied up the bed and folded the quilt. There was a bamboo bed and a soft couch in the room, and they had always slept like that.

"Actually, we can ask him to bring in the benches. We can each have one, or two people can squeeze in with each other."

The originally gentle person in the dark night rarely spoke in a stubborn and tough tone.

"no!"