You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 199: Has Han Miaoran been locked up for too long and gone crazy again?

Eunuch Wei returned to the palace to report, hurriedly holding the few remaining words left by Bai Wan.

The Empress Dowager Cixi of Chuihua Palace had been waiting for a long time, but she was still sitting upright on her seat with no intention of raising her eyes.

"Empress Dowager, it's solved! It's solved!" Eunuch Wei couldn't help but say.

The Empress Dowager looked quietly at the object in the man's hand, her face looking cold in the flickering candlelight.

"explain--"

Eunuch Wei only felt his eyebrows flying with joy: "The so-called carrying is the assistant, and everyone bows to the young man, which is the Chongwang. Rice, meat, vegetables and people are evidence of famine. In other words, the assistant king is the refugee. It means that the things are in the Chonghuang Palace! It must be!"

The corners of his eyes were raised and he was smiling happily.

The Empress Dowager Cixi did not answer him, but just glanced up and down at the remaining words that were revealed.

The words are messy and the fonts are suspended.

"Are you saying that the late emperor was so superficial that he asked the court painter to paint something like this?"

Eunuch Wei paused, and suddenly realized that the Empress Dowager looked very unhappy, and his hand unconsciously put away the remaining words.

"sieve--"

The Empress Dowager raised her hand and threw the glass teacup beside the seat over to her.

The sharp object directly smashed the kneeling man's forehead, leaving a bloody mark, and blood gushed out, staining half of his face.

She said contemptuously: "Han Miaoran would never have done that back then."

Then she threw another teacup over.

"You just glanced at his handwriting and made such a wild guess! Don't use your brain!"

"I know...I know I was wrong..."

The paper trembled in Eunuch Wei's hand. He covered his injured forehead with one hand and kowtowed with the other hand covering the incomplete words.

Various changes appeared on the Empress Dowager Cixi's face, and she sighed faintly.

"I really can't wait any longer, let's go!"

If this person was willing to paint that kind of thing for the late emperor, he would not have angered the imperial power by painting pictures of people starving to death.

The person who refused to succumb to torture six years ago cannot be treated the same way now.

Han Miaoran is a genius and madman who loves painting like his life and does not care about fame or fortune!

……

The moon is bright and the snow is falling heavily.

Bai Wan was holding a small hand warmer with handcuffs and shackles hanging down, shivering a little.

The charcoal fire in the house was obviously not burning enough, and he, who had suffered from hypothermia on a snowy night, felt even colder.

After a few days of stabilization, he gradually found that his memory was so confused that he was speechless.

Painting relies on instinct, and there is nothing that cannot be done.

but……

Sometimes I would forget that I was holding the bowl and would spend a long time trying to figure out how to use the chopsticks.

Sometimes I would be painting, but in the end I would just be moving a pen without ink on the paper.

What's worse, a person stands by the bed and paces back and forth for a long time, and suddenly remembers that he needs to sleep.

and so on...

He was really upset and sad about this.

Why didn't he have this disease when he was a ruffian in Baiyun City? He could blame himself for so many disasters, and it was justified.

He often tried his best to carve everything on clay tablets, and found the fun in it.

It turned out that because he used a lot of clay tablets, the person in charge directly got a few buckets of soil and water and threw them at him.

The thickness of the soil and water can determine the ups and downs and different shapes, even more than painting on paper.

He seemed to have discovered something interesting, and was so surprised and delighted by the combination that he didn't even care about his chills and chapped fingers.

Bai Wan had a stubborn temper. Although he was nominally explaining paintings and taking notes, he actually disdained the idea of painting for the royal family and only painted for his own pleasure.

Blindness has led to long-term training of the six senses, making his sense of touch and smell different from that of ordinary people. After memorizing many chess points, he seems to be very confident in drawing the chess game in his mind.

Time is fleeting, and one can forget the world.

Taking advantage of his poor memory, Bai Wan mixed mud and water on the wall of the shabby room and began to paint "The Vast Abyss of People Trapped in the River and Sea" with his palms and fingers, without stopping for several days.

He extended his painting of "Wanli Minyuan", adding whatever he thought of into the painting, and then relying on touch and smell to determine the direction.

Finally, in the afternoon of that day, he fell asleep on the ground due to exhaustion.

The people huddled together because of the cold and exhaustion, not noticing that the door was already open...

Several guests in luxurious clothes stood at the door, terrified.

As soon as the young eunuch pushed the door open, he saw the raging waves and people trapped in the water. The astonishing momentum was overwhelming and shocking!

"The river mouth has burst its banks! People are trapped in the water! Save them! Save them!"

He was so frightened by the painting that he turned around and ran back a hundred meters.

It was not until he realized it was freezing outside that Yuan Si Shen finally smiled foolishly. The eunuch came back in small steps happily.

The old woman raised her eyebrows and glared at the silly roe deer.

But after turning around, the man's eyes widened, and the whole person looked like a weathered stone sculpture that had been there for thousands of years, standing there in surprise.

It turns out that a blind person can be free and unrestrained because he is not bound by anything, and can take a step further.

The entire shabby room was like a prison, with all four walls covered with mud, water and ink paintings, and the entire wall was covered with the painting "Wanli Minyuan" combined with water waves.

Using the wall as paper and mud as paint, the paintings on the wall appear elegant, vivid and lifelike.

If the painting six years ago was called a wonder in the world, then the mural on the wall now is a fairy product from Penglai.

There was no repetition in any of the waves or water droplets, and the hungry people were struggling hard to save themselves in the water, as if they themselves were struggling to survive and were in the same situation.

Now that he is blind and has lost his left hand, Han Miaoran's painting skills are even better than they were six years ago.

It is just as the man himself said: even if he lost his right hand, he still has his left hand; even if he lost his eyes, he can still use his hands to touch the painting.

The Empress Dowager Cixi, who was in disguise, was extremely shocked. If this painting was seen by other painters, it would surely cause a sensation and would be spread throughout the world.

"Wake up Han Miaoran!"

After the young eunuch agreed, he poured water on the person on the ground to wake him up.

"It's so cold!"

Bai Wan woke up shivering. His eyes hadn't recovered yet and he felt like he was going to explode.

The Empress Dowager paused and glanced at the person on the ground.

"woke up?"

The voice was so familiar that I immediately knew I was being interrogated.

"Your humble servant pays respect to the Queen Mother. Sorry, I am too cold to stand up, so I won't kneel!"

The man smiled, but his body was stiff from the cold and he couldn't move.

The Empress Dowager was about to get angry, but when she saw the man with a scoundrel smile on his face, long untidy hair and beard, and disheveled clothes, looking as miserable as a beggar, she gave up.

"Have you figured out the meaning of the painting?"

"I really didn't think that much when I was drawing this. If there are any other meanings, they are probably misinterpretations!" Bai Wan smiled.

There was a "pop" sound.

The person pushed the stool next to him and caused it to fall down.

"I know you are well-read and the late emperor appreciated your teachings. There is no need to pretend to be ignorant."

The Empress Dowager Cixi's eyes were cold and icy, and she said every word: "To be honest, this painting concerns the whole world. If you can tell me the meaning of the late emperor's painting, I will let you go!"

However, her words did not receive the answer she wanted.

Bai Wan's memory disorder came back again: "It's so cold! Who's coming?!"

The person opposite had a pale face and a sinister look in his eyes.

"presumptuous!"

The Empress Dowager stood and looked at him, condescendingly.

Six years have passed, and his character hasn't changed at all, and has even become worse.

Because she didn't know that Bai Wan had a bad memory, she thought that this person was looking down on her.

The eunuch raised the whip in his hand and hit him directly.

The pain made Bai Wan shiver for a long time, but then he felt a little happy.

"This thing is great, it's perfect for drawing arcs. It's really interesting, really interesting!"

Bai Wan grabbed the whip in the eunuch's hand.

This joyful face, this face with an extremely bright smile.

The person who was beating him was so scared that he let go!

The Empress Dowager was frightened, and considering that this man was obsessed with painting even though he was blind, she swallowed the wine.

"Has Han Miaoran been locked up for too long and gone crazy again?"