You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 214: The Name of the Painting Saint, in a Precarious Situation

Snow falls in March.

Bai Wan still felt very cold.

There were clearly several small hand warmers in the carriage, and the curtains were quite tight.

But he just felt cold.

Because he was in such a hurry last night that he didn't even take a carriage, he took the opportunity to ride on horseback with everyone else.

He waited for a while before realizing that he was not that strong at all.

It fell in mid-air, forming a strange arc.

Ling Shumo caught him angrily and annoyedly, and really didn't know what to do with this man.

I have clearly learned from Luo Wenqi that this person is afraid of the cold, but I still can't beat Bai Wan, who is stubborn and likes to act first and report later.

As he sighed, he was wrapped in a quilt like a dumpling. He was suffocated by the three layers of quilt inside and outside and kept groaning.

"Actually, when I told you that I like riding horses, did you believe me?" Bai Wan widened his eyes and continued to argue.

Re-edit?

Ling Shumo knew that this person was clearly trying not to delay him, after all, the official business of returning to Dingzhou City was imminent.

He was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "We will soon reach Dingzhou. There are many high mountains and steep ridges, the road is long and winding, and the mountain streams we pass through are very... very cold."

The voice was meaningful, as if it was saying something with unpredictable consequences.

It’s a long, winding, and rugged mountain road.

Very cold?

Bai Wan thought about how hard she fell before and swallowed.

"That's fine this time, but you can't say I'm a coward!"

Ling Shumo breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped the man in a blanket.

"I'll teach you when you're stable. But don't ever ride a horse when you're injured again. It'll make people worry."

Then, Bai Wan thought for a moment, picked up a pen and paper while struggling to break free, and started writing quickly.

"Then you have to write it down, so you don't forget it later."

He quietly opened the booklet and wrote down the key points of the conversation between the two.

I feel deeply that life is turbulent and I have to remember things all the time. I don’t know when I will fully recover.

The air around was stagnant.

Bai Wan looked at the text and accidentally saw what he had written down before. His eyes gradually froze.

Ever since I had the bloodletting in my head, my memory has been quite fuzzy and I easily forget short-term things.

Especially, those scenes and experiences of the big win will be forgotten if you don’t write them down in time.

Before the comic strip and text in the pink booklet, there is a passage he wrote:

“God helps those who help themselves.”

As my fingertips touched, the sad songs that flowed into my heart began to appear little by little.

"Zi Chen, I'm a little sleepy."

For a moment, Bai Wan, perhaps because he was not feeling well, just leaned there quietly.

It's not that he has no memory at all; he still remembers something now and then.

Those bloody, tragic and horrific scenes in the capital.

Ling Shumo hugged him with an inexplicable sadness: "Did you feel guilty when you thought of something while looking at the album documents?"

The person on the other side was silent.

"It's so cold here, and those Da Ying prisoners who are still hiking north are even colder. They don't even have cotton shoes."

It's really unnecessary to say it out loud.

Come to think of it, at this time I can still think of others, but I can't do anything.

Why bother——

Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan's pale face at this moment, and her eyes seemed to be cast in a shadow by her eyelashes.

Ah Bai, you are such a fool!

He is no longer just an ordinary painter, but uses the object in his hand as a sharp blade and a pen for judgment.

"We have now recovered Huzhou and Zhengzhou. Yanzhou is also in Xuanli's hands. Dingzhou City is still relatively stable. We will...recover the capital later..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, Bai Wan suddenly stopped and said, "Baiyun City in Zhengzhou has been recaptured. What about Old Man Bai and the others?"

At that time, Zhengzhou City was ceded, and the subordinate Baiyun City had become Xuanli's enemy-occupied area, making it impossible to go back.

That was why he went to the villa outside Beijing with a fearless attitude towards life and death.

This……

Thinking of this, Ling Shumo felt very complicated.

He knew that Bai Wan cared about Old Man Bai and his brothers and friends.

But when Baiyun City was captured by Xuanli, the people fled. Even if it is recovered now, many people have been separated.

Bai Wan looked at the man's reaction and guessed it.

He remained calm and just smiled: "You must have helped me look for it, but to no avail. Right?"

I really can't say any more.

Sigh.

"Haha, if you can find me in such a vast crowd, then I can also find them, I..."

Ling Shumo hugged him quietly, holding his thin wrist, with the gaps between his fingertips clearly interlocked.

interlocking fingers.

Hot and reassuring.

His expression was elegant and he sighed: "Go to sleep, don't think too much..."

"Um…"

The rustling sound of snow outside the carriage was accompanied by slight ruts, and the moonlight sprinkled on the carriage as it continued to move forward.

They headed towards Dingzhou...

Maybe...something...

Even someone as broad-minded as Bai Wan cannot let it go.

……

the other side.

The retired emperor Jiaxing of Daying State and his brother Emperor Xuanxing fled south, crossed the Chijiang River, seized the mansion of Zhongqing Hou of Caizhou as a temporary palace, and established Nanying.

They told the public that it was Marquis Zhongqing who gave up his fiefdom and wealth.

Shameless behavior spread to all nations.

This temporary court caused the remaining ministers to continue to be divided, and the pro-war and pro-peace factions continued to fight each other.

After the fall of the capital, the people cried bitterly.

Li Simeng, the prime minister who advocated peace, suddenly lost his power and was impeached to the point where he had nowhere to retreat.

White Pea escaped while heading north, and the news began to spread.

General Xuanli Wan Yan was furious. He had to issue a wanted order and ordered everyone to search for Han Miaoran.

Just a search warrant.

The news that the brilliant and world-famous painting master Han Miaoran was still alive and the content of the "Scroll of Shocking Changes" began to spread everywhere.

In particular, the fact that this man would rather die than surrender spread quietly among the people.

No one in the painting world can laugh.

Because he won big against the three painting saints.

One of them came back from the dead and was wanted by Xuanli across the country.

One of them founded an uprising army and was wanted by the Nanying court.

A disabled man owed debts and was wanted by a cooperative business.

None of them surrendered to Xuan Li, but they all lived a life of displacement...