You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan looked at him blankly: "Zi Chen, you...what's wrong?"

"Actually, I can handle everything myself..."

While Bai Wan was speaking, someone grabbed her wrist tightly, and it seemed that she couldn't exert any strength even if she tried.

Perhaps some people, even if they appear to be as docile as a rabbit, are not like that in essence.

At this moment, Ling Shumo smiled faintly, pouring out his thoughts: "I know you can solve it, but aren't we the Mo Ran Twins?"

Hearing him say this, Bai Wan's eyes couldn't help but mist up.

People who are close to you make your heart soft.

Ling Shumo smiled and said, "At least if you fail, you still have me."

Ten fingers were embedded in it, and the temperature of the hands was so hot that it was impossible to break free.

Seeing such an intimate action, Shi Yaqing, who was standing next to him, guessed that it was almost certain.

Despite his fame, he is still so unorthodox.

If the world's scholars and writers knew about this, it would definitely cause controversy.

"In that case, please trouble Han Huasheng to accompany us to the pavilion to complete this painting!"

The eunuch from before finally put away the fierce look on his face and said embarrassedly.

"it is good!"

Bai Wan responded with a flick of her sleeves, but her heart and eyes were only on the man in green beside her.

He had clearly agreed readily, but after Luo Wenqi and the others had rowed away for a while...

He immediately procrastinated!

General Pan Ying brought everyone to watch the painting master, wanting to know how long he would procrastinate.

Queen Xuanli was tied up and motionless in the pavilion, and nineteen soldiers were waiting.

The thunderous means of humiliation have been described, and the content of the painting is to take severe revenge on Xuan Li.

But the painting master was seen half-lying on the couch, not moving a single stroke, and even falling asleep halfway through.

"It's almost evening now. When will Han Huasheng start painting?"

General Pan Ying really found it difficult to understand this willful and talented person.

Ling Shumo smiled faintly: "Since it's night, let's light three lamps facing the desk!"

He patted the person on the couch.

Bai Wanben slept until midnight when it was dark. He turned over after a long time, but did not move and only managed a "hmm".

"Han Huasheng, are you still going to delay?"

"how come……"

Bai Wan stretched.

"Am I the kind of person who talks nonsense and doesn't keep his promises?"

Thanks to the reputation of the Painting Saint, no one remembers the past of Baiyun City.

"Ask someone to light the lanterns. I want three in different directions!"

Bai Wan stood up and stood in front of the table, but found that the lamps had already been prepared, all at her usual angles.

He looked at the tower in the night, where red light and shadows overlapped, like a cruel blood color hidden in the darkness.

That building and the people inside were the brutal bloody letter that Emperor Qing announced to the outside world.

The stage has been set up.

The world's number one painter has prepared his brush and ink.

Pan Ying finally burst into laughter, his temper raging: "Come on, go get the stage and start! To avenge the destruction of our nation!! Hahahahahahaha!"

The personal guards immediately trotted to the tower.

After a moment, the man came back in a hurry, confused and at a loss.

"Why are you back?" General Pan Ying asked in confusion, "Why haven't you started yet?"

The guard sighed in embarrassment: "Empress Xuanli and those concubines are already dead."

"died?"

General Pan Ying was a little confused: "How could he die?"

They hurried to the balcony, but it wasn't a sigh.

Queen Xuanli was indeed dead, blood splattered from her neck, and she knelt on the ground. The other nineteen soldiers were completely unaware that she was dead.

"The ornaments on their bodies had already been taken away. It's impossible that they committed suicide."

In this case, how can we avenge the royal woman to the world and shame her in history books?

Bai Wan picked up the pen, then put it down after a moment, pointing at the inconspicuous black figure on the stage and saying:

"My brush isn't for painting the kind of things they want!"

"I know--"

Ling Shumo dipped his finger in water and wrote on the table for him to see, and he understood it at a glance.

Flickering...

In a blink of an eye, General Pan Ying and others could only walk back worriedly.

Since Xuanli's queen was dead, the content of the painting no longer existed. He could not explain it to Emperor Qing.

This made him feel upset.

Unexpectedly, when General Pan Ying returned to the table, he found that the painting had already been completed.

Three green lamps flickered.

The drawing was spread out on the table, revealing a strange and bizarre content.

The human-shaped skeleton is dressed in a transparent gauze robe and holds a marionette in his hand to perform for the children.

The woman in veil beside them showed no fear at all, and stared calmly as if she were a family of three.

"A puppet show?"

When Pan Ying saw the painting, he blurted out that the content was horrifying and frightening to watch.

I looked left and right for a long time. Apart from its unprecedented strangeness, I couldn't see any connection with "Taste of Beauty".

Bai Wan handed it to him meaningfully.

"This painting better expresses the emperor's heart than 'Tasting Beauty'. You believe Han."

Pan Ying didn't believe this. He thought it was just a painting, how could it influence anything?

However, since this person is Han Miaoran, one has to believe it.

In particular, there is an inscription in running script by Ling Shumo, which is vigorous and powerful, flowing like clouds and running water.

"Ten fingers hang on the silk thread, expressing the sorrow of autumn. In this small space, everything can be done."

Bai Wan carefully put away the pen, made a gesture, and was about to leave with Ling Shumo.

General Pan Ying was shocked: "Is this enough to report back to His Majesty Emperor Qing? No way... Absolutely not!"

"If Ah Bai says it's okay, then it must be okay."

Ling Shumo interrupted him and said bluntly, "General, you and I both joined Emperor Qing in the uprising. Could he really have come up with the so-called 'Tasting Beauty Picture'?"

The title of "The World's No. 1 Painting Saint" might be a title bestowed by God, and there is no objection to the painting that celebrates the country's revenge.

However, painting such beastly behavior is definitely not something Song Yuanshan could do.

"How can you be sure?!" Pan Ying asked.

"Ling is willing to swear on my life that if Han Miaoran's work does not receive the Holy Grace, I will die!"