You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan tapped his arm. "So, when you rebelled against Emperor Jiaxing, did you think it was within your capabilities?"

What a good move, using one's own spear to attack one's own shield.

"Using a toad to scare off the teacher and letting everyone in the academy take a day off to avoid the exam. Doesn't that sound like something you'd be able to do?"

Ling Shumo refuted the teasing and quietly hugged the person.

……

"You even remember things from when you were seven?!"

Someone was speechless.

The worst thing about childhood sweethearts is that you can always dig up old dark history from your childhood, and it becomes even worse after you get married.

We were clearly talking about serious business!

Although Bai Wan knew that he was the one who started it, he also knew that this person just wanted him to relax and not put too much pressure on himself.

After the two of them finished discussing the serious matters, they also talked about their concerns.

But at night...

Ling Shumo lay on the floor and looked up at Bai Wan who was lying on a wooden board covered with cloth strips.

Thinking about the things that everyone may have faced before, I still feel scared.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently caress the person opposite him, and stood up after feeling the warmth on his cheek.

"Ayan, we need a favor from you!"

Lin Yan took a half step back and said, "Just say it, sir. Don't use the word 'beg'."

Ling Shumo smiled faintly, put his index finger on his lips to signal him to speak in a low voice, and then tiptoed out of the door with him.

Push the door and close it gently.

You can see that he is very cautious.

"Ayan, please deliver this letter and jade pendant written by Abai and I to General Pan Ying of the Zhengzhou Army. Please hurry!"

"Give the other letter to Jia Tong of the Dingbei Painting Society and ask him to take good care of the people who sneaked into the city with us."

Lin Yan took the letter promptly.

Although they resigned from their official positions and retired long ago, they are still well-known, and it is much easier for them to ask others to do things for them than for ordinary people.

The crossing of tens of thousands of refugees across the river required not only internal support but also external assistance. With so many people involved, it's not something that can be accomplished by just one or two people!

The scorching July.

Jia Tong from the Dingbei Painting Society in Zhengzhou, a provincial capital on the border, was horrified. When he received the letters from the two, he felt as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

An ordinary fishing boat has ten to twenty boats, while the "Zhuanfeng" can carry a hundred people and thirty sailors.

Although, with the support of Han Miaoran's paintings worth thousands of gold and tabloids, there was enough financial resources to buy these ships, and there were also many literati and poets from all walks of life who gradually improved their business.

However, it is impossible for such a large number of people to enter and leave the two countries without attracting attention.

Moreover, the two countries are on the verge of war and there is unrest on the border.

July is the rainy season, and it is such a muddy and difficult time.

At this time, Jia Tong received a letter from Pan Ying, the military commander of Zhengzhou, while he was struggling.

The other party was an old acquaintance of Ling Shumo, the former Imperial Censor and Military State Affairs Minister. He meant that there were people from the state government in the escort this time, who could ensure that they would not be killed by Xuanli's soldiers.

Of course, Pan Ying also had selfish motives.

Since someone inside Xuanli opened this loophole, it is just right to send people in for military investigation to understand the control situation in the city.

Ling Shumo had indeed made this decision after careful consideration.

With so many ships but the Chamber of Commerce and no turning a blind eye from the opposite state government, Xuanli would not be able to send anyone away and would be severely punished.

The two countries are now on the verge of a fight, but after all, no one intends to start a fight first.

After all, once the war starts, it’s a fight to the death!

……

Shanhua Temple.

Xuanli is the first national temple.

Located near the north city gate, it is inhabited by martial monks with great martial arts skills. The royal family has no control over it, so there are no soldiers stationed there.

After the abbot, Monk Pu En, burned incense, he looked up at it.

He just felt that the paintings on the wall were otherworldly, unique and full of Zen.

This painting, "Returning Home", depicts the farewell scene of the soldiers of the Daying army and their wives and families.

The addition of a few new swallows in the sky brings vitality and liveliness, breaking the ethereality and inspiring reverie.

Next to this painting there are many other paintings by that person, all of which were obtained with great effort and beautifully framed.

Such as "Taoyao", "Picking Mulberries with Blood and Red Heart", and "Defending Dingzhou City in Spring Rain".

I really don't know where they came from.

Meanwhile, the kind-looking monk Pu En stretched out his hand slightly, not daring to touch the painting, while twirling his beard and admiring it.

Seeing this, the newly ordained monk at the door couldn't help but whisper to his fellow monk next to him:

"Master is a monk, why is he so obsessed with painting? He beat up a beggar who came to burn incense, and he stole his painting."

The scroll was stained with blood from a previous person, and it took a lot of effort to remove it.

"You don't know that."

The understanding monk pointed out, "This is a painting by Han Miaoran, a masterpiece by a master that is hard to come by. Even a master would have something to ask for!"

There was an indescribable sense of complacency and smile in his tone.

The paintings of the painting saint are worth thousands of gold, and having such paintings in the temple is considered a blessing.

The anti-Buddhist and anti-Taoist movement in Daqing in the south cannot compare to the magnificent Xuanli National Buddhist Temple, which is deeply loved by everyone.

"But isn't Han Miaoran wanted nationwide in Xuanli?"

The newly ordained monk sighed.

"Brother Guangxiao," the senior brother bowed, "his paintings can save Emperor Qing from demolishing the temple. What's a wanted order?! Shanhua Temple doesn't have to obey the imperial family."

Xuanli's Buddhism was at its peak and his power was extremely great, even surpassing the royal status, and he received special care.

Otherwise, how could Ling Shumo's painting "Guanyin Sending the Calf" make the emperor temporarily give up his intention to attack the city?

Monk Guangxiao nodded: "That makes sense!"

Stop it!

What you can’t get at Shanhua Temple are golden Buddha statues, glazed tiles, gold, silver and jewelry.

They only looked at their Master Puen, who was over sixty years old and standing with his hands behind his back.

The eyes of the misty Shen Yun are extremely deep...

I really don't understand what the charm of calligraphy and painting is. It's just a painting that emits a white halo in the sunlight, with black and white and colorful colors...

I can’t understand, I can’t understand!

"Creak" sound.

Another disciple pushed the door open and walked in.

He walked straight up to Master Puen and performed a very polite Buddhist salute.

"Master, someone from the imperial court has come with an order."

Monk Puen narrowed his eyes, as if he had guessed something, and his eyebrows and eyes were darker than the night.

"Okay, just follow me!"