You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 198 The old man with no memory

It’s so hard to see such amazing painting talent, but God still tortures us like this.

He questioned and examined him bit by bit, almost thoroughly checking his eyes and brain.

Lin Fu heaved a sigh of relief: "I guess you just can't remember clearly for a short period of time."

She judged that this person did not lose his memory, but just had a temporary poor memory.

If it weren’t for the life and death incident on that snowy night, there wouldn’t have been such a change in the eye treatment.

Nowadays, Bai Wan probably can't remember what happened just now, or his memory is a little messy. He needs to remember it several times, and it will gradually get better.

Not much Ma Fei San was used during the bloodletting, and the man was able to endure the pain and torture, so his survival on a snowy night was a feat of strength.

She once again told Bai Wan that she was Lin Fu, and repeated several times how she felt guilty about the fire in the kiln that day, and how she had spent many days healing with Ling Shumo and others.

"Doctor Lin." Bai Wan turned his head slightly and smiled, "This memory is really suitable for borrowing money, and it is also especially suitable for seducing beautiful women. Then he turned around and said that he forgot it!"

"You can still laugh!"

"If you don't laugh, are you going to cry? Will your memory get better after crying? Just think of yourself as an old man in advance!"

Uh……

Lin Fu sighed with regret and was filled with admiration.

Who is this person?

If someone else encountered this kind of thing, they would have been anxious and crying, but I was able to find joy in it.

"Have a good rest!"

Watching the man lying down, Lin Fu picked up a pen and was about to write a prescription. After a pause, he decided to write down Bai Wan's memoryless condition on another piece of paper.

This is a smart man. Even if his memory is not good, he will be able to understand the cause and effect of everything by writing it down on paper after he regains his sight.

"Xiao Qing, look after this man. His memory will be bad in the short term. When he regains his sight, give him the letter."

"Ah."

The little maid in pink responded.

"and many more!"

At this moment, Bai Wan suddenly became thoughtful, with an extremely serious expression.

"I beg you to give me a clay tablet and bamboo slips, so I can carve things on them at any time before I regain my sight. Including this!"

Everyone looked at him and felt very strange.

Bai Wan shook his head in amusement: "What if others are not around? I can record things on the clay tablet anytime!"

Although he was placed above the well prison, he was still a prisoner under house arrest.

These slaves who were in charge of him were already doing things unwillingly, and they had no obligation to help him keep records. It didn't make sense.

After many days of contact, Lin Fu understood this man's stubborn personality, so he didn't waste any words with him and just agreed.

I didn't expect that this side just agreed.

The man who was stroking his head said something in the confusion: "Doctor Lin, what did you just say about my illness?"

Well, I’m starting to forget things again.

……

It was a chaotic night.

Bai Wan just woke up.

He half shrugged his shoulders and groped carefully, then picked up his damaged shackles with his backhand. The bloodstains from the abrasions on his skin had already scabbed over.

The handcuffs and leg irons were put back on. The only difference was that he didn't have to go back to the prison.

The copied painting had been taken away by the Empress Dowager Cixi, but he still had to figure out the meaning of the painting. He would probably be inseparable from this villa outside the capital for the rest of his life.

He hesitated for a moment, then carved what he had thought on the clay tablet, including how many days he had stayed here and how much time he had spent interpreting the painting.

The eyes are still covered with white silk, which can be removed in about ten days, when the eyes can be seen again. Then, paper and pen can be used to record, which is less troublesome than clay tablets.

At this time, a little maidservant in pink came in with a basin, paper and pen. The girl's voice was very sweet and she seemed very young, like a girl of twelve or thirteen years old.

"What's your name?" asked Bai Wan.

"Little dragonfly." The girl replied.

"Bluestone-colored blue?"

"No, the dragonfly of dragonfly."

Bai Wan said "oh" and politely took the thing with both hands from the girl.

It was conceivable that the only person who might be looking at him at the moment was this little girl.

The little girl on the opposite side laughed and said, "Master, you have to ask it every time!"

Bai Wan paused, finding it quite funny.

Xiao Qing put down the four treasures of the study and walked out of the room, locking the door directly.

At this time, the doors and windows were sealed, and the door was locked with several locks. Bai Wan's handcuffs and shackles could move freely, but she could not walk out of the door.

Even so, the scenes in the house arrest room are much better than those in the well cell.

After all, the Queen Mother already had the painting, she just needed him to misinterpret the answer.

Bai Wan held his breath and concentrated, practicing painting and trying to interpret the painting as usual. He dipped the ink and thought about every stroke.

About two hours later, Bai Wan finally put down his pen, frowned, and thought about it over and over again, but could not come to a conclusion.

"With the hardships of people's lives, what kind of paintings can still be coveted by people?"

With my talent, I should be able to figure it out. Could it be that the meaning of the painting is not in the painting, but outside the painting?

He was really annoyed, so he could only put down his pen and lie down.

Although the painting depicts starving people, it also includes the elderly, the weak, the sick, women, children, and all the common people in the world.

The late emperor also wanted to destroy the map and kill himself to escape at first, but in the end he devoted himself to the people.

"What allowed the royal family to do this was, first, military power, second, imperial power, and third, financial power. The only people who had seen that painting back then were the late emperor, me, and a little eunuch who was responsible for destroying the painting..."

Thinking of what the late emperor had said to him, he also named the painting. He quickly carved his thoughts on the clay tablet and carved something.

"You pity the lonely and poor people in the world, and the people in dire straits. Am I a tyrant? This is an unforgivable crime!"

……

Because of what the late emperor said, I named it "Wanli Minyuan".

Everyone, from Chen Xingyi to the Empress Dowager Cixi, was obsessed with this painting.

Bai Wan knew very well that apart from the late emperor, these people would never care about the people's livelihood.

Could it be...

……

Bai Wan was startled and closed her eyes slightly.

He placed the clay sculpture on his chest and fumbled with it, frowning and reading with difficulty: "Wan... Min... Tai..."

What's coming next?

It seems that he has forgotten what he was thinking just now.

Bai Wan was thinking at an inappropriate time: "If I keep having such a bad memory, I will really become Grandpa Bai. Zichen has seen me in my seventies or eighties, a rotten old man with no memory!"

I really can think...

He smiled bitterly, on the premise that he could get out alive.