You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 215 Can you please not be so obvious about your jealousy in the future?

Dingzhou City.

The team traveled day and night, exhausted, and finally arrived at the outskirts of Dingzhou.

Bai Wan quietly lifted the curtain and felt strangely shocked when she saw the city.

This city looks like it has experienced a bloody battle. Bloodstains are splattered on the walls, which all indicate: it is thrilling and a matter of life and death!

"Let's go into the city—"

Although there are fewer people in the city, it is a hundred times better than the fallen capital.

Ordinary people can travel normally, there are daily vendors, there is traffic, and even those people have smiles on their faces.

After all, Dingzhou City is the most stable city in Daying today, second only to Zhengzhou.

After the defenders went in to report what had happened, they saw this man in plain clothes who had come from nowhere.

The man in the thick cloak stood in front of the city wall.

A gaze with a complex expression and emotion.

"It's nice to be stable—"

In just a few months, the difference in mood can be drastic.

While picking up the pen, he quickly sketched the scene in front of him and curled his lips lightly.

Seeing that he couldn't stop painting, Ling Shumo held his hand and said, "You can't stand the cold wind now, go to your residence and rest before painting. Okay?"

Bai Wan said bluntly: "The city you rule is so beautiful, it's really hard to help yourself."

Once the real Han Miaoran has set his heart on something, he will paint it to the point where he doesn’t want to paint anymore.

But after all, it is different from the past.

After hesitating for a while, he finally stopped.

As the servant led the way, we passed by a post station and saw that the area was now filled with refugees and common people.

Just at this time, I saw someone I knew brushing a horse.

The person on the other side seemed not to expect to meet here and dodged slightly.

"Shen Shizhao, why are you brushing... brushing the horse here?"

As soon as I said this, I suddenly wanted to kill myself.

After Shen Zhuyue was expelled from Daying Painting Academy, she was captured by Xuan Li because of her talent in painting. She refused to surrender and her right wrist was chopped off.

He and Luo Wenqi's lives were saved by Bai Wan using the "Scroll of Shocking Changes".

Now, they have all fled to the relatively stable Dingzhou City.

"Bai... No! Master Han, please don't call me Shen Shizhao. I am no longer a court painter, and..."

Shen Zhuyue raised her right hand which had lost its wrist, her face looking grim and painful.

"I am already a useless person, and I can only brush horses."

Bai Wan looked at this man, as if remembering himself many years ago when his right thumb was cut off and all the joints were dislocated.

"Disability doesn't mean useless. If you can't draw with your right hand, you still have your left hand!"

Shen Zhuyue just looked at him calmly, her brows slightly furrowed: "Not everyone is like you, Han Huasheng, with outstanding talent, who can start over again."

After he learned that Bai Wan was the painting saint Han Miaoran, he was even more shocked by left-handed painting and blind painting.

After hearing this, Bai Wan felt inexplicably bad.

This kind of self-abandonment is really not the attitude that a talented painter should have.

Even though he was disabled, had amnesia, was blind, imprisoned and lost his freedom, he never gave up painting.

"What is the title of Painting Saint? It is an empty title bestowed by His Majesty. It is meaningless."

Bai Wan's voice was quiet: "When my right hand couldn't draw, my left hand was also terrible at the beginning. Let me show you!"

As he spoke, the man raised the tip of his pen and drew a few random lines.

He handed over the first painting he had done of a beautiful woman whose body was bigger than her head.

He has always had a photographic memory for paintings.

"Listen to me, being disabled doesn't mean being useless..."

There seemed to be a layer of mist in front of Shen Zhuyue's eyes as she looked at this awkward and ugly picture of the beauty.

Suddenly, he stopped brushing the horse and took it.

Bai Wan was moved by the man's expression and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"I have quite a few ideas about left-handed painting. I'll write them down and give them to you later. We can be considered colleagues then!"

Shen Zhuyue couldn't help but laugh. She looked at her own mutilated right hand, and then looked at the cut on the thumb of the person opposite her.

"Thank you..." After thinking for a while, "Thank you, Brother Bai, for saving my life that day and for your kindness now!"

Now that Han Miaoran is wanted, it would be better if he had the surname Bai.

Bai Wan was about to say a few more words when she suddenly noticed Ling Shumo's face darken and she immediately swallowed her words.

Ling Shumo pointed out something: "Ah Bai, it's getting late, you should go back to your residence. Brother Qi Tu will also stay in the mansion."

"That makes sense. Little Luo Luo seems to have hurt his hand as well. We need to go check it out."

He agreed and followed the servant into the carriage.

At this moment, Shen Zhuyue looked at Ling Shumo strangely as he walked towards her closely.

The voice sounded a little deliberate and even a little stagnant.

"Brother Shen, since you have already seen this painting of a beautiful woman, can you give it to me, Ling?"

Shen Zhuyue was silent for a moment: "This..."

It was just a casual sketch of mine that I drew in the past. Why would someone ask for it so respectfully?

I can only say calmly: "Since Lord Ling...Ling wants it, I can give it to you. But, why?"

This kind of painting should be thrown into the fire, it is really weird.

"Nothing, just happy..."

Ling Shumo took the thin paper respectfully. The strange proportions of the human figure on it were shocking.

Others, however, had joy in their eyes and were stroking them with a smile.

Shen Zhuyue looked at the person opposite her strangely, speechless and thinking a lot.

It seems that the realm of the three painting saints is incomparable to ordinary people. Even if they deliberately paint like that, you can still see some clues.

Ling Shumo must have been able to see the realm of Han Miaoran's paintings from this painting, with its bizarre brushwork.

They are truly close friends of many years.

……

Back in the carriage, Bai Wan asked the driver to go faster in a sleepy manner, and did not notice at all that someone was hiding the drawing paper.

He glanced outside the car curtain and asked, "Zi Chen, what did you say to Brother Shen just now?"

Ling Shumo said calmly: "Nothing..."

No again!

Bai Wan had no intention of guessing what this person was thinking, and immediately turned around to look at the person behind the curtain.

"Although it is not easy to paint in this chaotic world, but without the right hand, it is not useless. Brother Shen is best at painting fine horses and five animals. It is a pity to give up like this!"

"I have to write it down and give him my thoughts on my left hand!"

Seeing this, Ling Shumo's smile faded and he said sarcastically, "Write one for me too!"

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment, feeling that the man's words were strange and was a little stunned on the spot.

He tentatively thought about it for a moment in the context of the current situation.

"There are many people in the city who are disabled in their right hands due to the war, and they want documents to help them survive. I have to write a good document, including how to treat the blind."

"well……"

Ling Shumo suddenly stopped, turned sideways and said nothing.

He is always a gentleman with good manners, but now his son seems to be forcing himself into a state of meditation.

Bai Wan closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and smiled evilly: "Can you... not be so obvious when you are jealous in the future?"

"Is it obvious?" The person opposite him stiffened instantly.

"It is—very—obvious—"

speechless...

Even though he was still blind, he could still hear the difference in the tone of his breath. He knew Zichen's occasional awkward temper all too well.

So, this person raised his eyebrows and coaxed her softly:

"In heaven or on earth, in troubled times or prosperous times, you are my only hope."

After a while, Ling Shumo felt his face burning warmly. He felt like someone had taken advantage of him.

The two of them just looked at each other and sat in the carriage towards the residence of the Dingzhou military governor.

Gradually disappeared from Shen Zhuyue's sight...