You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 213: It’s been so long since we last met, we need to kiss each other

As soon as the man was brought to his residence, Bai Wan was forced to lie down.

Ling Shumo called a doctor to check on him and changed his clothes, only to find that he had not only whip and knife marks, but also very eye-catching marks from handcuffs and shackles.

This person doesn't know where he has scars, moles or marks on his body.

When did I get a new injury?

Fortunately, these were just superficial injuries and were fine after applying medicine and treating the condition.

However, this man no longer had the ruffian look of the past, and looked haggard as if he had overdrawn his energy.

Ling Shumo stayed by the bed, looking at the memos in his pink booklet, the brushwork in the paintings was admirable.

Bai Wan is a person who likes to summarize events in great detail, so Ling Shumo could clearly see the scene after the fall of the capital at a glance.

He only felt the same hatred, compassion, and resistance...

He had known since childhood that Ah Bai's talent in painting was superior to his own. But in the past, most of his paintings were arbitrary, but now they were full of poignant resistance and struggle, which was completely different from the past.

At least, he could never paint the kind of paintings that Ah Bai has today, a gentleman who is above the world.

When this person woke up, life appeared in his eyes and he smiled stupidly: "Ling Shumo..."

The rare times when he calls her full name make me feel heartbroken.

"It's me!" Ling Shumo held his hand and moved forward.

He actually hugged the man tightly, leaned over his shoulder and ears, feeling the man's warmth, just for the familiar scent of attachment...

Bai Wan also let him hold her, feeling safe anyway, so she leaned against him and slept as a matter of course.

Seeing this person again made me feel more relaxed than ever before.

I have never slept so peacefully, as if I had met someone familiar, and my tense nerves were completely relaxed.

I really don’t know how long it has been…

It dragged on for one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, and longer and longer...

Bai Wan had woken up a long time ago, but couldn't bear to break free.

He finally opened his eyes, raised his head, and tentatively shouted: "How long...will you hold me?"

Ling Shumo's body trembled when he heard this, and redness spread from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Without caring about anything else, he immediately let go.

Looking at the man's intoxicated and uneasy eyes, Bai Wan immediately grabbed his hand and held it by the back of his neck.

Gently lean in and kiss the other person's lips.

Ling Shumo lowered his head, allowing himself to be invaded in a daze.

The air seemed to freeze, lips and teeth were entangled, love was lingering, and each other's breath seemed to have traveled through the world of mortals that had been separated for several days.

After experiencing the pain of punishment, the mountains and rivers were broken.

Only Danqing and this person can relieve his dream and make him feel at ease...

"We haven't seen each other for so long, we need a kiss. You obviously know everything!"

Bai Wan stroked the person's cheek contentedly, her eyes clear.

There is really no way to stop this person from being so dishonest.

Ling Shumo's face turned a little red. He was attached to the temperature of the breath and stared at the person opposite with flickering eyes.

When I saw this man's eyes, I imagined the heart-wrenching scene when he was painting "The Shocking Change" among thousands of people when the capital fell.

Witness with your own eyes the hatred of losing a country and the tragic struggle with the sky filled with blood.

Bai Wan also looked carefully at the person opposite him.

The face that had not been seen for several months seemed to be stained with a layer of determination, and even had a bit of roughness from exposure to the wind and rain.

There was a tremor of loss and recovery in his eyes.

A civil servant is now forced to fight against the enemy, and I don’t know why he has shortened his life.

During this period of time, has the other party suffered a lot?

The two suddenly wanted to say a lot, but didn't know how to express it.

"I……"

"I……"

They both stared at each other in silence.

"I have good news for you, I can see it!"

Finally, I just said this sentence.

Bai Wan smiled and said, "God, this old man has done so many evil things and owes so much to others. He will eventually find his conscience."

Destined ——

The first thing Fuming saw was the shattered mountains and rivers and the fallen capital.

God must give me a pair of eyes so that I can see you and the final glory of this great victory.

Seeing that this person was still pretending to be relaxed, Ling Shumo stroked his face, his mind churning with thoughts.

"Do you really have to avoid the important issue?" Ling Shumo said bluntly with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to have made you worry." Bai Wan said reluctantly. "I sneaked into the palace and met the Empress Dowager."

Ling Shumo held him tightly in his arms and whispered, "So, are you using yourself to reduce my sentence?"

The people who were investigating in Dayingjingcheng had returned before the fall and told him that a Taoist priest who looked like Bai Wan had entered the palace.

If you think about it, you will know everything. Ah Bai must have set some conditions to meet the emperor in order to change his death sentence to demotion.

However, the capital fell too quickly, and there was no way to be sure if anyone was still in the city, so there was no way to get any information.

"How do you know..." Bai Wan frowned, "I don't want to lie to you!"

The person on the other side just thought the man's voice was familiar and pleasant, so he moved closer to listen more.

"If I say I don't know, will you tell me? You are such a talker, how many truths can you say?"

Ling Shumo looked at him steadily, with a deep light in his eyes.

If I had known that Abai was imprisoned like this, I would have felt such a heart-wrenching pain that I could never forgive.

Um --

Bai Wan felt that this person was inexplicably different from before, and frowned, intending to tell him everything.

"Well, the person who imprisoned me was actually the Empress Dowager Cixi's man. I took a gamble because the painting contained clues to the late emperor's hidden items. I guessed it was related to the power struggle."

"However, after taking great pains to copy it, I realized that there was no victory in this painting, but an imperial edict of apology from the previous emperor that was not announced to the world."

"All of this is just a joke..."

"The Han family fell into decline, Chen Xingyi fell into dormancy, and I lost my past. I started over as a ruffian... all over again..."

The confession came to an abrupt end.

Ling Shumo was very calm, and his expression described the past events in detail.

He looked at the person opposite him silently: "You are the most important person in this world. You don't need to sacrifice yourself for others unless it is necessary. Even if that person is me! It's not okay..."

Even if the late emperor had killed him at that time, it was because Your Majesty was incompetent and the court was in chaos.

We really can't involve innocent people.

Hearing Ling Shumo say this, Bai Wan's rarely serious face also twisted a little.

His head suddenly started to hurt, and he shuddered and shrank into the quilt.

"Zi Chen...we haven't seen each other for a long time."

As soon as these incoherent words came out, Ling Shumo realized that the amnesia symptoms of the person Luo Wenqi mentioned had probably begun.

There was surprise in his eyes and he was hesitant to speak.

This question seemed to make the kiss and the confession just now disappear into a passing cloud.

Bai Wan felt strange and looked into the complicated eyes opposite her.

At this moment, Ling Shumo suddenly took out a pen and paper and wrote down every word the two had just said.

He raised his hand and handed it over.

"This, I forgot to write it down... I actually said it..."

Bai Wan lowered her eyelids and smiled cynically.

Ling Shumo felt distressed: "Let's use pen and paper more often in the future. I will remember every word you say."

Abai is tough and stubborn, and can face any desperate situation with a smile on his face.

I have never seen anyone crying or sad.

People are like hedgehogs covered with cotton rolls.

Those accompanying paintings in the powder sketch represent so much exhaustion and pain.

At this time, Ling Shumo suddenly said: "Abai."

"what?"

While he was stunned, he placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Ling Shumo said with burning admiration and a shared concern for the mountains and rivers: "Even if Daying dies, we must all live well."

It turned out that he didn't even write down the matter about the kiss on paper.