You rascal, stop right there!

Guojia Village, Bailu Mausoleum.

The tomb is covered with snow, lonely and beautiful.

The stone tombstone is engraved with the words: Epitaph of Han Miaoran of the Qing Dynasty, with his life story recorded in just a few words.

Han Miaoran, whose courtesy name was Yuebai, was also known as Ximeng Jushi and his Buddhist name was Mingxin.

He was from Caizhou, orphaned and poor when he was young, and was good at painting. He had no wife, no children, and no apprentices.

The Three Saints of Daying Painting Academy, the first painter of Qing Dynasty, and the ancestor of painting saints for all generations.

Ling Shumo wrote on the tablet: Fallen leaves return to their roots.

The four big, vigorous and powerful characters are filled with red.

Han Miaoran's tombstone is very different from others. It uses relief technique to carve a vague portrait to commemorate his appearance during his lifetime.

Moreover, the name avatar on the left is Han Miaoran, and the one on the right is Ling Shumo's.

This kind of grand arrangement is for joint burial after death.

Ling Shumo took out the wine glass and poured it out, wailing in tribute.

A few slices of white sugar cake, three fruits, and a roasted rabbit were placed in front of the tombstone.

At this moment, a hand reached out from the side, grabbed the white sugar cake accurately and stuffed it into his mouth.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, the man picked up the roasted rabbit with both hands and began to eat it with great relish.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile: "Zi Chen, I should carve some white sugar cakes on the relief of my tombstone, and write more about my life!"

"For example, write about how I'm handsome, graceful, and charming, and how when I go out, people give me fruit and throw flowers at me, and how I can charm thousands of girls..."

Bai Wan looked at her tombstone and epitaph very carefully with an appreciative and critical look.

Anyway, it's a posthumous article, no matter how thick-skinned you are, you can accept it.

"Are you sure you want to write all this? Will it fit on the tombstone?"

Ling Shumo smiled and gently handed over a water bag to prevent someone from choking to death by eating too quickly.

Bai Wan curled his lips in a wicked way. "Honestly, the materials I chose for the coffin and tombstone are pretty good, right? They're sturdy and easy to use. It's just a pity I didn't draw a spirit for myself at the funeral."

He really has no taboos. If he painted his own portrait at his funeral, it would scare a lot of people to death.

Ling Shumo was acting alongside them, deceiving the people of the world together, and it was simply a miracle that they wrote nonsense in history books!

"Abai!" Ling Shumo said seriously, "Do you really regret faking your own death and having it recorded in history?"

He gave up the reputation of being admired by the people, the glory and wealth of gold, silver and jewelry, and the bright future of fame, fortune, money and power.

"Well...it's not like I haven't died before!"

Bai Wan thought about it and said as a matter of course.

He had been dead for five years, and he had come back to life more than once or twice, so everyone just had to get used to it.

If it weren't for the repeated harassment from Chai Jin and others, he would not have thought of escaping in public.

To be able to paint freely!

In order to no longer be bound by the shackles of imperial power and nobles!

Life is but a hundred years long, and Chanyue does not want to be vulgar in his writing!

"Zi Chen, you understand. I come from the common people, and I will return to them. The beauty of painting lies in the world, not in the temple or the abyss of the court."

The white light reflected from the snow made his face look lonely and isolated, like a white plum tree.

"You're still talking about me, then why did you resign from your position, giving up your contributions to the founding of the country, and even the position of Prime Minister that was within your reach?"

Emperor Qing Song Yuanshan has now unified the Three Kingdoms and bestowed titles on countless court officials and the leaders of the uprisings who once fought together to conquer the world.

"You know—"

Ling Shumo smiled. He also knew very well the changes in the emperor's power tactics. It would only take a short time for the emperor to abandon his power.

It is better to retreat from the current and be sober and detached.

The two of them met eyes and knew what the other was thinking.

Anyway, they both are indifferent to fame and fortune, and just want to be free and easy...

Bai Wan slapped his forehead, his eyes sparkling. "Zi Chen, is the newly improved calligraphy and painting boat still available?"

Ling Shumo said gently, "Of course I am. Are you going out to travel around the world again?"

Bai Wan smiled and said, "Well, people who work in isolation will wither away. There are still many beautiful sights in this world that we should go out and see more!"

In fact, he is now pretending to be dead. Many people in Caizhou are paying tribute to him. It might be a good idea for him to go out and study to avoid the limelight.

Ling Shumo smiled dotingly: "The students are just finishing their school year now, and school hasn't started yet. I'll go with you."

Bai Wan's eyes lit up, with a hint of anticipation in them: "How about I take you back to Baiyun City?!"

……

Baiyun City.

This small border town, which was once under the jurisdiction of Zhengzhou and bordered Xuanli, has now repaired its former devastation.

When the city was captured and broken, the streets were in ruins and all kinds of depression and tragedy occurred.

Today, there are people coming and going here, and the streets are clean and full of vitality.

Many of the people here were massacred by the Xuanli people in the past, and now most of them are newly moved in from other places.

The peddlers and hawkers were all in a hurry, working hard to feed their mouths.

When they saw two handsome men with a strong scholarly air and walking slowly, they couldn't help but take a few more glances at them.

Ling Shumo was wearing a green robe with dots of black bamboo embedded on it. Her hairband was plain but it couldn't hide her elegance.

He looked at the person beside him with gentle eyes. Another person in white was sitting on the back of a bamboo chair, gazing at everything around him with a dazed look.

It is still the same teahouse as many years ago, but it has been renovated and turned into an inn.

Gently opening the window, I saw the familiar alley in the west of the city, and it seemed as if there were still crowds of people surging in and out, one after another.

Bai Wan looked at the alley entrance and suddenly smiled brightly, like a child...

People at that time...

Probably they are all gone!

Time stands still.

Bai Wan's smile suddenly disappeared, like a ripple on the water.

"What would you two guests like to eat?"

The second brother appeared from behind, walking towards me with a white scarf on his shoulder.

Bai Wan glanced sideways, looking at the other person with a hint of surprise.

"Same old rules, coarse bitter gourd tea! Two servings, please!"

"Old rules?"

The waiter was originally welcoming the guest with a smile, but when he heard these three words, he seemed a little confused and scratched his head.

He looked at the person in front of him carefully again, and he seemed familiar.

However, these scholars with a strong scholarly air and handsome features were dressed in white clothes that were whiter than snow.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like they have ever met each other.

"it is good!"

The second brother laughed dryly and walked out.

Ling Shumo saw his expression changing unpredictably, sometimes sad and sometimes happy, and suddenly held him with his slender hand.

"You know him?"

Bai Wan simply put down a few silver coins and laughed, "Not only do I know him, I even owe him six hundred coins!"

Yes, until now...