You rascal, stop right there!

Pan Ying thought to himself: Can the two heroes Mo Ran be trusted with their lives?

After all, Ling Shumo and Han Miaoran were the founding heroes of Daqing. Even though it was absurd, this painting had to be submitted to their superiors.

In particular, the painting master created more than just one or two incredible paintings.

Pan Ying picked up the scroll, looked at the two people and made a gesture.

"It seems that the previous imperial edict was correct."

He sounded somewhat enlightened and relieved.

The two people opposite him looked at his expression, seeming a little confused.

"Come here, Emperor Qing has decreed that if anyone dies, Queen Xuanli should be stripped and hung on the city wall, leaving her body exposed for three days!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Wan immediately asked: "What is this?!"

Pan Ying took out another yellow scroll without any hesitation.

It turned out that Emperor Qingwu Song Yuanshan had prepared two imperial edicts.

If Han Miaoran doesn't paint as requested, Queen Xuanli and her concubines will be killed and their bodies will be left exposed for three days!

But the reality is that they died before the officers and soldiers here could take action.

The thick yellow scroll, illuminated by the lantern, glowed with a bluish-white and red light.

Ha ha……

Is it really so?

On the other side, the officers and soldiers of the two countries' allied forces immediately cleaned up the corpse and reported back in humiliation.

Even if something as cruel as this was done to the corpse of Xuanli, they would not have the slightest sympathy.

Pan Ying exposed his arm, revealing a hideous black stripe.

It can be seen that it is terrifying and has been going on for a long time.

"This scar on this general is from when I was trying to protect my wife and daughter from being insulted by the Xuanli soldiers!"

"This queen probably doesn't know how miserable my wife and daughter are."

"The new emperor's body is no longer intact. Since the queen has enjoyed the stable life brought by the power and status of the Xuanli royal family and obtained so much gold, silver and jewelry as spoils of war, she must pay the price for it!"

……

My heart suddenly ached.

Bai Wan closed his mouth and sighed deeply.

How can you be generous to others without experiencing their suffering?

"Okay, then Han..."

Ling Shumo held his hand tightly, and the temperature of his fingertips seemed sharp.

"I have a suggestion. Since the humiliation of Queen Xuanli is a revenge for the murder of the Empress Dowager Cixi and the princess, why not destroy the face of her corpse first?"

In this way, even if someone points fingers at the corpse, its appearance will not be recorded in history books.

Keep the corpse's last bit of dignity...

"Hahaha! Great! That's a good suggestion!"

General Pan Ying laughed heartily, ordered his personal soldiers to do as they were told, and strode forward.

Looking at the backs of these Daqing soldiers, they were so impatient and had no mercy at all...

It really makes people feel helpless.

late at night.

Bai Wan was looking at the night outside the window, lost in thought.

He was thinking about so many things in his mind that he couldn't hide the deep worry on his face.

In fact, Bai Wan is not the kind of saint who does not distinguish between right and wrong and is extremely kind-hearted.

It is also understandable that Empress Dowager Cixi and Princess Qinyang suffered such torture back then. This is also a tooth for a tooth.

However, what he saw from this incident was not a revenge for the country or family, but that after the war, it was not all those who provoked the war that were punished.

Emperor Qing is a man of deep thoughts. This man is no longer the playboy he met in Zhengzhou City.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ling Shumo hugged him affectionately from behind, clasping his arms around him.

"Zi Chen, what do you think the real No. 1 map in the world looks like?"

Bai Wan asked quietly.

"You haven't mentioned this for a long time." Ling Shumo sighed lightly and stroked the collar of his disheveled black hair.

Back then, Han Miaoran still had a desire for fame, and he traveled all over the country just to paint the best picture in the world.

At that time, he painted "Wanli Minyuan" to express the suffering of the people and to encourage Emperor Lu Zhen to reflect on himself. However, it was mistakenly regarded as the best painting in the world by the Empress Dowager Cixi and Li Simeng.

After years of vicissitudes, he was reborn from the ashes.

Now, Bai Wan has returned to the natural way and no longer pursues fame, so he has never mentioned it again.

Bringing up old things again is really strange...

"Things in the mortal world change. Do you think Song Yuanshan will eventually unify the world?"

Ling Shumo's brows were filled with an expression of understanding everything.

Bai Wan's face was as pale as water. "He knew long ago that I wouldn't be able to paint something like 'Tasting Beauty' because of my personality. He wanted to remind me that I'm just an artist and not try to control everything."

Before, so many paintings had caused repeated changes in the current situation and the surrounding environment.

Now that I have gained such a reputation, as long as I produce a painting, I can attract the attention of scholars and common people all over the world.

Can't write easily...

The title of the world's number one painting saint means that every painting he creates is praised as the best in the world.

If he really painted "Tasting Beauty", who knows how many descendants of Xuanli would hunt him down.

The old ministers of Nanying who had their property confiscated have become the target of public criticism.

"Now, we don't know when they will let us go!"

Bai Wan shrugged and sighed helplessly.

The tent was filled with guards, patrolling everywhere with torches.

"It's no use just waiting." Ling Shumo put his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Ayan has prepared the boat at the ferry tonight."

"Hmm?" Bai Wan tilted her head.

Lin Yan is a martial arts expert with an ordinary face and figure. He is better at pretending to be an army member than Chen Xingyi and others.

Ling Shumo said softly, "But we have to swim over there under the cover of night."

Now everyone in the world still thinks that Han Miaoran is afraid of water, but few people know that he has learned to swim.

The camp is now outside the city, only one mile away from Sanjiang Wharf.

Ling Shumo had prepared the soldier's uniform at some point and was waiting to slip out when no one noticed.

"Mr. Ling, have you ever thought about how we can get through the checkpoint of the camp?" Bai Wan changed his clothes and asked with a smile.

The person opposite him grabbed his wrist and leaned forward gently.

"When you presented the painting just now, it seemed like you stole the token, didn't you?"

It was just a small action, and in the past even the government detectives could hardly catch it.

Bai Wan gave him an unwilling, deadly smile and said, "Zi Chen, I find you're getting worse and worse!"

"He who keeps company with vermilion becomes red—"

Ling Shumo left this light sentence, his voice like smoke.