You rascal, stop right there!

Ling Shumo was wearing a red official uniform, holding the imperial edict in his hand, and watching the person who delivered the edict.

But the whole body did not move.

Bai Wan looked at the man standing in the snow, his figure was solemn and he seemed to be full of thoughts.

After hearing the order, the painters standing in the rows could not help but whisper to each other. In contrast, this man seemed even more lonely.

"Brother Zichen!" Bai Wan walked forward.

"Abai!" He smiled faintly.

Bai Wan could really sense that this man had an unpredictable look on his face, but he certainly didn't feel that way in his heart.

The more nonchalant this person appears, the more likely it is that the matter is serious and should not be taken lightly.

Luo Wenqi stamped his feet anxiously: "Hey, this bull giving birth to a calf, it's ridiculous! Who can draw something like this! His Majesty is clearly asking you to die!"

Ling Shumo stopped, glanced at the imperial edict in his hand, and closed his eyes lightly.

Then, he took the falling snow with his right hand and said sadly: "I wonder if the snow in the capital is also this cold..."

Bai Wan on the side teased, "Wear more clothes when it's cold! Even if the snow in the capital is cold, the old emperor is probably warming himself by the fire in the house. You don't need to worry!"

"Abai, be careful with your words!" he said quietly.

Ling Shumo looked at the person in front of him, not understanding why this person could still laugh in this situation.

He can die to protect his family and country, die for the people and the country, and even die for his confidant.

But he was unwilling to do so just for a painting.

But this is the emperor's order.

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

Looking at Ling Shumo like this, Bai Wan suddenly felt that it was a little unreal.

In his impression, Brother Zichen has always been omnipotent and unrivaled in the world.

Even though his legs were broken and he was being hunted, he never showed any weakness.

There won't be such a death-seeking expression.

Ling Shumo's expression was indifferent: "If I paint this, I will die. If I don't paint this, I will die too."

“Even if we draw this picture and give it to Xuan Li, they can still judge whether they like it or not at will.”

"When the army approaches, I will be a sinner for all eternity."

"When……"

……

At this moment, Bai Wan couldn't help but hold his hand:

"Isn't it just a picture of a bull giving birth to a calf? I believe Brother Zichen can definitely draw it. The Brother Zichen I know is the best painter!"

Ling Shumo was startled, half of his hand was wrapped by these hands, and he felt only warmth and comfort...

The only person in this world who trusts me so much is the person in front of me.

Ling Shumo whispered: "Do you trust me so much?"

Bai Wan smiled and said, "Of course!"

The tone was firm and there was no hesitation.

"You are my brother! How can someone not trust his brother?"

The next sentence made Ling Shumo's eyes darken.

"Cough...cough..."

A light cough was heard not far away.

Luo Wenqi said helplessly: "Well, believing it is one thing, and drawing it is another. How can we draw a picture of a bull giving birth? Let's think about it."

Bai Wan immediately scratched his head and walked aside.

Then, this man pulled Chen Yu in a rogue and scoundrelly manner and said:

"Chen Er, do you think there are really bulls in this world that can give birth to calves? Tomorrow, should we go and catch a couple and see? Maybe we can really see one?"

Does this person know what he is talking about?

The people nearby were speechless when they heard what he said.

A bull gives birth to a calf, and a man gives birth to a son.

This kind of fallacy confuses yin and yang and goes against moral principles.

Unless someone has no understanding of the male and female structure or is mentally ill, no one would make such remarks.

This is simply a deliberate attempt by Xuanli Kingdom and Your Majesty to make things difficult for you.

Chen Yu looked at him with a dark face: "Boss, have you ever seen a man give birth to a child?"

"This... maybe I've never seen it before..." Bai Wan was suddenly speechless.

He indeed had not seen it.

Seeing Bai Wan looking half embarrassed and half awkward.

Ling Shumo found it a little interesting for no reason, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He suddenly felt that even if the king wanted his subject to die, he had to consider whether the death was worth it.

----

into the night.

Luofu Gardens.

Painting studio.

Ling Shumo, holding a pen in his right hand, was sitting at the table, his brushstrokes vigorous and powerful. The picture was delicate and elegant, and it looked lifelike at first glance.

However, he eventually discarded the painting.

Alone, frowning and thinking.

"Master, it's late. It's time to rest." A Yan looked at him and said.

He had seen Ling Shumo painting from day to night, but repeating the same thing, throwing it away, abandoning it...

"Master, there is no solution to this painting!" A Yan said, "You should go to bed early!"

Ling Shumo ignored A Yan's words. There was a sharp edge in his writing, which contained a murderous intent.

At the beginning, he arrived in Xuanli with envoys.

Whether it was the diploma, treasures, or etiquette, everything was prepared without any mistakes.

Even if Xuanli doesn't let him enter.

Even though he is a person who has never been involved in prostitution, he would still find a way to go there.

Either use gold and silver, or show courtesy to the wise and virtuous, to bribe the Xuanli officials.

As a result, what they got was detention and pursuit.

Today, the bodies of those members of the delegation are still warm, but they are forcing him to draw this map in exchange for stability between the two countries.

No one would believe it if you didn't say it was intentional.

Ling Shumo's hand clasped the brush, cold as the wind. It didn't seem like he was painting, but rather venting something.

"Brother Zichen, it's the middle of the night. You should listen to Ayan and go to bed early!" A man in white clothes walked over with a lantern in the snowy night.

"Since you know that, why are you still wearing such thin clothes? Aren't you cold?" Ling Shumo asked calmly.

Bai Wan jumped over leisurely and said with a smile:

"It's not cold, it's not cold! You already have charcoal burning here! It's very expensive gold-dust charcoal, let me have some."

After finishing the painting, he deliberately glanced at the charcoal fire next to him.

That look was definitely directed at gold, there was no doubt about it.

Even Ling Shumo didn't expect that this man would become so greedy for money after losing his memory.

However, when I think about it, I did often use his money to buy candy when I was a child.

But he felt relieved again.

"Did you come here specially to see what my painting looks like?" Ling Shumo put down his pen and handed him another small hand warmer beside him.

It can be seen that Bai Wan's hands were a little red from the cold when she came from Dongyuan.

Bai Wan accepted it with peace of mind, and then actually brought up a food box.

"Xiao Luoluo asked the kitchen to make some midnight snacks for me. I thought I couldn't finish it by myself, so I brought it to you!" He smiled.

Ling Shumo looked at the man indifferently without saying anything.

How could he not know that Brother Qi Tu always went to bed early, and except for that time when he was waiting for Chen Yu, he rarely stayed up late at night, not to mention having a midnight snack.

When the lunch box was opened, there was a bowl of tofu and shredded chicken noodles inside.

Yellow silk threads swirl among the white jade-like hills of snow-capped mountains, and chopped green onions float among them.

Although it looks ordinary, it has an enticing aroma.

This is the delicacy from Caizhou, Ling Shumo’s hometown.

Also by Han Miaoran.

Bai Wan specially asked the kitchen to make it.

After guessing everything, he found out that A Yan was just talking nonsense, and among all his preferences, only what Cai Zhou said was true.

Looking at the food in the bowl, Bai Wan handed it to him with chopsticks: "Try it quickly. If you don't eat it, I will eat it!"