You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 248: Fingers clasped tightly, no eyes to look at

Maybe I'm really too tired.

The two people fell asleep on the ground holding hands without realizing it, and were still dreaming for a long time.

At this time, A Yan failed to rescue anyone, but he went to Black Wind Mountain as planned and called over the thousands of people to break into the enemy camp.

I was shocked when I came back.

Although I already knew that Mr. Bai had a close relationship with you, but...

Isn't this a bit too obvious? Aren't you afraid of being seen?

He originally thought that the two of them would easily catch a cold if they slept on the floor, so he wanted to put them on the bed.

result……

Well, the two of them clasped their fingers tightly together and couldn't be opened...

A Yan had no choice but to use all his strength to drag the two of them onto the bed.

Three words to describe it: It’s too shameful to watch!

So he pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and then he felt that the faces facing each other were really very tempting, so he straightened the two faces upwards.

"What a pity! How could two people with such talent, intelligence and appearance be both men?!"

A Yan said something regretful, closed the door and walked out.

Everyone knew that these two people were working hard for Dingzhou City, so they guessed that they were resting and did not come to the government office to disturb them.

All other officials were busy with Ling Shumo's previous arrangements, conflicts among prisoners of war, military reorganization and appeasement of the people.

In fact, there had actually been quite a number of Da Ying refugees in Xuanli's military camp, and they were all settled this time.

I don’t know how long it has been…

I probably slept with those two guys the entire day.

When someone woke up, it was already night again.

Ling Shumo turned his head to the side, and the frightening face next to him was right in front of him. In a trance, he could even sense that the two of them were holding hands tightly.

He gently leaned forward and slowly hooked up her hair with the fingers of his other hand, feeling peaceful and warm in his heart.

This person is right beside you.

Wherever this person is, it seems as if the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers is here, and all things are entering spring.

Bai Wan was being caressed in a daze, and she felt itchy and burning on her face.

So, uncomfortably: “Stop making noise!”

After saying that, he turned sideways as if he was going to kick the person off the bed again.

"I don't……"

Ling Shumo was quite experienced in dodging. He gently held the man's shoulders and leaned towards him intimately.

He knew that Ah Bai had a very bad temper when sleeping, and he was really used to it, and even thought it was a happy thing.

The rain outside the window stopped as the war ended.

Through a corner of the window, one can still seem to see the clear night and the twinkling stars.

Ling Shumo didn't want to get up and just held the person in his arms.

Until a cold breeze came in through the window and Bai Wan shivered.

"Awake?" A familiar voice and warm breath came into my ears, and even my earlobes turned red.

"Why is it still night?" Bai Wan seemed to have noticed the night in that corner and asked.

It was already night when the victory was over, why is it still so dark now?

As soon as I turned my head, my cheek, which had regained consciousness, was pressed against the affectionate and complex eyes on the other side.

So close——

Cough!

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

The intimate heat flowed through the hair and seemed to overwhelm the person, and the candle flame was trembling and swaying.

Bai Wanchuckled and reached out to scratch the chin of the person opposite her.

"I'd better get up. There's such a beauty in front of me. What if I can't control myself?!"

This rhetoric of confusing right and wrong is becoming more and more skillful.

"..."

Ling Shumo's face suddenly turned red involuntarily. I don't know what he was thinking about that he shouldn't have been thinking about.

This expression, without any concealment at all, was extremely obvious.

Bai Wan raised his head and originally just wanted to make a joke, but he glanced at the other person.

Zichen looked like he wanted to eat him alive again...

Cough cough!

After a long time, Bai Wan simply pushed away the burning heat behind him that did not belong to him and changed the subject.

"It's been a long time since we've collaborated on calligraphy and painting. In two days it will be Qingming Festival. Do you want to write an obituary together, burn a circle of paintings, and commemorate those who fought in this battle?"

The light in Ling Shumo's eyes gradually brightened, and he held the person in his arms again.

No response was heard.

Bai Wan tugged at the man's hair again and said, "By the way, the newly incorporated prisoners of war and civilians of Daying should be strictly controlled."

"Brother Qi Tu has set up a Dingbei Painting Society these days, and we can all work together to draw portraits of the population and register them!"

"And the brothers under Huang Teng and Hua Qing who came to help this time..."

Ling Shumo was silent for a moment, then kissed Bai Wan's neck from behind: "It's great to have you!"

He really couldn't imagine how Dingzhou would have been imprisoned without these people.

At least, three letters were sent to Lingyu, the Four States Military Alliance, and Black Wind Village at the same time.

At last……

However, only the bandits, who had the smallest number of people and were the most unlikely, came to help fight the enemy.

Thinking of this, Ling Shumo suddenly couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tighter:

"Abai...we can write the memorial and the painting together now."

Bai Wan smiled faintly: "Okay!"

That night.

There is a fresh smell of earth after the rain everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, Ling Shumo and Bai Wan had dressed again and spread out their pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Bai Wan looked at Ling Shumo, who was holding a brush in his hands, his hands gripping it lightly and solemnly.

Because of his service as an official, his painting ability was no longer as good as Bai Wan and Luo Wenqi, but his calligraphy was never neglected.

Ling Shumo's handwriting is as unrestrained and fluent as his innocent heart, and he writes with great care and with a deep memory...

Bai Wan was moving his brush on the paper next to him, and the outline gradually became clear.

A family of three, a beautiful woman, a cute child, and a father whose back is turned so his face cannot be seen. , Picking mulberry leaves together.

The three of them were enjoying themselves.

"Are you painting the reunion of the mother and son as a family of three?" Ling Shumo's heart trembled a little.

Bai Wan frowned and said, "It's a pity that my characters are not as good as Brother Qi Tu's."

He put away his pen and started working on another picture, putting in a large landscape of mountains, rivers, horses, and soldiers.

Ling Shumo could clearly see that it was a picture of victory. There were enemy troops being attacked from both sides, the Dingzhou army fighting miserably, civilians transporting food and fodder, and bandits coming out of the dirt pile to reinforce them.

After this man regained his sight, his painting speed became more than twice as fast as that of ordinary people.

Bai Wan put down his pen and clasped his hands together to hide the regret in his heart.

"They are both heroes in the legends of heaven and earth! The former is "Picking Mulberries with Red Blood and Loyal Heart" and the latter is "Defending Dingzhou City in the Spring Rain."

"Zi Chen, you have great literary talent, come and write your inscription."

Ling Shumo looked at him and felt the pain in his heart relieved, and he put down his pen.

After this session of painting and writing, the depression in the two people's hearts seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Have a good time and preserve the brilliant memories of those flesh and blood bodies in the world.

"Look, they are all alive, living in the painting..." Bai Wan smiled as if at self-mockery.

The fat man at the front of the city guards looked comically like a sweet potato wearing armor.

Ling Shumo quietly wrote the name "Wang Sen" on the fat man's armor.

The candlelight illuminated their faces...

Not only did it illuminate the two memorial paintings, it also reflected the mutual appreciation between the two men...