You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan looked at the person opposite him, carefully checking the redness and swelling on the fingertips of his left and right hands, his eyes becoming increasingly cold.

"It's fine if you're lying, but your painting hands should never do this kind of work again." He held the man's hand and said so.

Then, I recited it silently in my heart.

This man has a disabled right hand and no memory.

I finally learned to draw with my left hand again, but I'm wasting my time like this!

How can you do such a thing as cutting other people's door threshold all night? What if you hurt your hand?

Bai Wan looked at the man and said nonchalantly, "Hey, your wheelchair is not convenient for you to get in and out. I will naturally help you solve the problem! Otherwise, how can you get through this threshold every time!"

He remembered that it was really troublesome for Ling Shumo's wheelchair to pass the threshold a few days ago.

Cutting down the threshold is neat and tidy!

How many younger brothers were taken care of by him in the past.

It was nothing more than spending one night cutting down all the thresholds in the house.

Hearing that this person had not yet realized the seriousness of the situation, Ling Shumo's expression became increasingly ugly.

"Shut up!" He rarely used a tough tone.

Bai Wan was stunned and felt it was very fresh.

This seemed to be the first time I saw Ling Shumo angry since I met him!

"Remember, a painter's hands are worth a thousand gold. If you want to paint again, you can't hurt them at all. Do you understand?"

Then, Ling Shumo's voice turned gentle, as if he was giving a warning.

Before Bai Wan noticed, the man had already taken out ointment from somewhere and was carefully applying it to reduce the redness and swelling.

The ointment was accompanied by the man's scholarly air.

There is a very pure fragrance that permeates the mouth and nose, as if a trace of warmth is gathering in the heart from top to bottom.

In an instant, Bai Wan felt for some reason that something was strange about the man's fingers touching his flesh, so he immediately pulled his hand back.

"You apply it so gently! I'll do it myself!"

After that, he simply used his fingers to scoop out a large lump of ointment from the bottle and covered his hands with it as if it was free.

Then, the two hands rubbed against each other, and finally became wet and greasy.

Ling Shumo was stunned, but did not stop him.

He just looked at the man quietly, his smile as bright as the moon.

If Luo Wenqi saw this, he would be so heartbroken that he would feel sorry for this expensive ointment being wasted like this.

White Pea is used to being casual about details and really feels that it has no impact at all. If he knew the price, he would probably be even more unscrupulous.

However, after seeing this man making a fuss, Ling Shumo said in a low voice:

"Although you are helping me with good intentions, it is wrong to damage other people's things. Later, you still have to apologize to Brother Qi Tu."

"Is that not necessary?" Bai Wan shrugged with a smile.

But when he saw the person opposite him smiling, he closed his mouth slightly.

Then, he looked at the backs of the couple chasing each other outside the window and smiled teasingly.

"Haha, I'm afraid Xiao Luoluo would rather Chen Er did it."

Just as the two were watching the chase scene outside the window, they heard footsteps approaching quietly.

A Yan, whose injuries had recovered, suddenly came to report with something in his hand.

"Master, there is a guest who wants to see you."

Ling Shumo's eyes changed slightly, as if he realized it was a big deal.

Then, he turned slightly and took the letter with both hands. He also handed over a cup of tea from the side:

"Thank you for your hard work. Drink some tea and sit down to rest."

Ah Yan looked at the tea in his hand and said with some emotion: "Thank you, sir."

Seeing Ling Shumo treating people of lower status in this way, Bai Wan couldn't help but feel approval in her eyes.

How can there be such a flawless person in this world?

So envious!

Ling Shumo didn't notice the man's gaze, but instead asked A Yan curiously: "Have you found it?"

"Yes, the Yinniang from Liangzhou."

"Yinniang?" Ling Shumo looked a little strange and opened the letter.

Then after reading the text, his face turned pale.

"Take me to see her quickly!"

The mahogany wheelchair slid slightly, the white figure stirred up some wind, and the whole person followed the guards out the door.

Bai Wan behind him had a puzzled look on his face. He rarely saw this man lose his composure.

Could this Yinniang be Brother Zichen’s lover or wife?

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The side hall for reception in Luo Mansion.

There was a pregnant woman wearing a cloth dress and hairpin skirt half-kneeling in front of this man.

She said in front of Ling Shumo with a respectful and deep look:

"Sir, I did see the man in your portrait in Liangzhou five years ago."

Ling Shumo frowned slightly, as if thinking: "Then where did you see him in Liangzhou five years ago?"

Yinniang bowed slightly and said, "Five years ago, a plague broke out in Chengjia Village in Liangzhou, and many people died on the spot."

"We have a local custom that after a person dies, they must have a portrait painted on them before they can be put into the coffin. No one was willing to come, but this painter came!"

The narrow eyes of the person opposite were tinged with some doubt. At that time, Brother Yuebai had told him that being a court painter was boring and he wanted to go and collect folk songs.

I never thought that I would go to Liangzhou to paint burial portraits for people who died of the plague.

Then the question was, "How long did he stay there?"

"About half a month, because the disease is extremely contagious. So we were afraid that the painter would be infected, so we let him go." The woman murmured.

"This painter did not charge us a penny for painting for us. He said that as long as we had food to eat and a roof over our heads, that was enough."

"Do you still remember that day? Was he safe and sound when he left?" Ling Shumo asked anxiously.

Yinniang thought for a moment and said, "In the fifty-ninth year of Luzhen, it seemed to be winter... October or December. He was safe and sound when he left."

Fifty-nine years of Lu Zhen?

That was the winter before the late emperor passed away.

At that time, Brother Yuebai had just said goodbye to me in the capital, but he didn't tell me where he was going, not even to my family.

Ling Shumo was silent.

He thought he was the one who knew Brother Yuebai best.

But I didn't expect that the person who asked for a long vacation from His Majesty was actually going to Chengjiazhuang to draw the burial picture.

Why he went to Chengjiazhuang, and why he was seriously injured and ended up in Baiyun City, is unknown.

"Many people died of plague in Chengjiazhuang, and famine broke out later. Now only a few people are still alive. After her husband died, the woman married someone far away. Later, her second husband's family died, and she returned to her hometown for the sake of her unborn child."

Yinniang continued.

Although he only stayed there for half a month, it was still a clue to Yuebai's disappearance.

But why Brother Yuebai went to Chengjiazhuang in Liangzhou was completely different from Ling Shumo's understanding.

Maybe some people are just naturally incomprehensible, even if he claims to be that person's lifelong confidant.

Ling Shumo held the portrait of Bai Wan in his hand and said indifferently, "Don't you know where he went later?"