You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 238 Shall We Get Married?

Bai Wan was focused and serious, staring at the paper with solemn eyes, which was completely different from his usual cynical and ruffian state.

The whole person seems to be someone who cannot be seen through or understood.

In fact, what Ling Shumo admired most was the look of this man who had his own plans, and he felt a sense of empathy.

He walked over to it and saw the embroidery on the table. The embroidery had different colors on both sides and was smooth and even. It was indeed a unique craftsmanship.

I sighed that this person was learning something new and smiled leisurely.

He knew that this person would not say anything to him for at least the next two hours.

He closed the door unconsciously and asked someone to bring some hot ginger water.

He walked to the bedside, sat down quietly, and crossed out the names in the book one by one.

Thinking in my heart, the road ahead is long and arduous...

So, under the candlelight.

One person sat at the table and painted, while the other sat on the bed and wrote.

One said nothing, the other was silent.

A gust of night wind blew by.

Bai Wan's mind was empty. He stared blankly at the painting he was working on. It seemed to be changing slightly, but he still hadn't broken through the bottleneck.

But we should simplify the complex, forget about the density of the shape, and make full use of the freehand changes.

This is obviously a new style of painting.

He looked at the table and saw that two bowls of hot ginger water had been placed on it, along with a note instructing him to drink it.

【It’s getting darker and the dew is heavier. Don’t forget to drive away the cold and warm your body. 】

How virtuous!

Suddenly, the corners of his lips raised, and his eyes followed the note to the bed.

Ling Shumo was already half asleep, and one could clearly see that his brows were furrowed and he was thinking too much.

He put the booklet in his hand aside, but still held the pen.

"You must have some difficult official worries, so why would you write on your bed?"

Obviously, I could sit at the desk just by asking.

He quietly put his pen and book together, touched his brow with his fingers, and gently stroked it before helping him lie down.

In a blink of an eye, I saw that the roster was full of names and descriptions, which were crossed out one by one.

If it is not finished, it must be very detectable. If it is not finished, it must be imminent.

It seems that these people may have done something evil to Dingzhou City recently. They are so detailed and may even be our own people.

Bai Wan knew that Ling Shumo was actually a person who didn't like to share his troubles with others.

He is different from me, he can't even pretend to be two-faced. He always wants to solve the problem first and keep his emotions stable and decent.

"Zi Chen?" Bai Wan called softly, but the girl was still sleeping with her eyes closed, as elegant as jade.

Finally, he couldn't help but sigh and worry, holding the man's face and rubbing his brows.

He didn't notice that the person next to him had quietly opened his eyes, raised his head silently, and kissed him passionately and deeply.

Bai Wan's eyes widened, her breathing rising and falling intermittently, she was so shocked by the active response that she didn't know how to react.

What a success!

He was actually ambushed. Even this shy and taciturn girl would have such a day.

Ling Shumo's lips were red as he gently stroked the face of the person opposite him and said softly.

"You always work three or five hours a day, painting without stopping. How come you stopped today?"

Bai Wan blurted out: "You have always been impartial in your official duties and have never been afraid of danger. But you slept so lightly today. Are you worried?"

After saying this, Ling Shumo stared at the man for a long moment, then noticed that the book had been flipped, and whispered, "You saw it all."

Bai Wan nodded, she could guess it without any further explanation.

"It could be as short as three days, or as long as five days. The Xuanli Army will definitely attack the city, and someone will reap the benefits."

Ling Shumo's face was calm, as if he was stating a fact that had already been known and could not be changed.

"A big win for the first spring rain of the year, no one will miss this opportunity."

Bai Wan sighed softly.

When he drew the map, he knew what the nearby ditches, rivers, and even carriage roads looked like.

Naturally, we also know the impact of the solar terms.

The heaviest spring rains happened to fall in late April, making it the easiest time to attack the city. The situation was even more difficult for this man to defend the city than before.

Bai Wan smiled bitterly: "You said, we were both painters. How did we become soldiers guarding the city and face such a situation?"

Ling Shumo suddenly sighed: "I thought I was just an ordinary scholar, I never thought I would become a trapped beast."

The two were caught up in the world of mortals.

There has never been a way to be safe and secure.

Why, no matter in prosperous times or troubled times, we cannot live a truly happy life together.

Ling Shumo raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes seemed to be immersed in years of thought and a thousand-year dream.

"After this defense of the city is over, can we get married?"

The words spoken in such a calm and unruffled tone almost made Bai Wan lose her breath.

"What did you say?!"

Ling Shumo had thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he could only say one sentence: "We have already performed the etiquette of respecting relatives, and we can write on paper, right?"

The voice was gentle, and waves of excitement surged in my heart.

Bai Wan stared at him, seemingly unsure of how to respond.

From the very beginning, they knew that marriage between men was not possible and was not tolerated in the world.

The so-called ceremony for men to get married is against the laws of nature and morality. It is nothing but self-deception, and the world will not recognize congratulations.

"You know, it's just useless etiquette. Besides, I'm a man, so there's nothing to worry about..."

"Then just pretend that I care, okay?"

There seemed to be ripples in the eyes of the person opposite him, and he stared at her intently.

Ling Shumo really didn't know whether he would die inexplicably one day in this chaotic world.

Even if it was a meaningless ceremony, it was also a lasting mark of the coming of spring after the silent winter snow.

Bai Wan frowned silently: "Let me think about it."

He was indeed a heretic, but he was not as idealistic as Ling Shumo thought.

I really never thought that a man could get married openly.

…………

At this time, a curfew had already begun in Dingzhou City.

Citizens throughout the city began to close their doors and windows, return home for defense, and everyone was extremely cautious.

The soldiers outside the city were all standing at their posts, none of them could sleep.

They had all received orders from Ling Shumo's military and state affairs, and they must not slack off in the past half month, especially when the spring rainy season arrived.

However, the additional Dingzhou troops only numbered 10,000.

Now that other prefectures have been stabilized and submitted to General Song Yuanshan, the capital is the only city that has fallen to Xuanli, and there is discord between the South and the West.

Many people thought that since the place had been stable for a long time, it would not be so easy to attack.

However, at this moment a cold wind swept across the torch.

Several people suddenly appeared on the city wall.

A guard drew his sword to be on guard, but was killed in an instant, as fast as a ghost or lightning.

If Luo Wenqi was here, he would definitely recognize that among these assassins, there was one with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

This man is a short man as graceful as a black dragon—Chen Xingyi.

He sneaked in with two companions, seemingly carrying out some mission unknown to others.