You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 268 You're holding me too tight, let me take a breath

Ling Shumo couldn't bear to listen to these memories anymore.

They were so close now, so he had naturally seen all the old wounds on this person's body and kissed every one of them.

"Back then, I couldn't believe he would do that. After all, he had taught me to read and paint when I was a child, and he had flown kites with me."

“He asked me if it was worth it to paint for the people’s livelihood.”

“Not everyone paints for fame, money or power!”

Ling Shumo frowned: "You must answer it's worth it!"

Bai Wan looked at him with a determined expression.

"Back then, I knew that if a painter did not paint the people's livelihood, he would be killed. But..."

"I don't believe in fate. After I regain my memory, I just want to separate myself from the past and start writing again."

"I want to let the world know that even if I am blind, in desperate circumstances, and in a low position, I can still paint beautiful paintings!"

"I want to let God know that I am more powerful than before!"

Still as conceited, but inspiring.

Ling Shumo originally felt distressed and sad, but was moved by the man's admiration for not succumbing to fate.

How much pain must one have hidden to be so cynical in daily life and to be so resolute and refusing to accept his fate?

This is his Abai.

Someone who could make him devote all his life's love to her.

In this world, the person who understands Ling Shumo the best is only Han Miaoran, and the person who understands Han Miaoran the best is also only Ling Shumo.

How lucky he was to be able to be so close to her and get to where he is today.

"Abai, with your talent, you should do what you want to do in your life."

Ling Shumo hugged him tightly, very emotional.

It was a body temperature of deep affection, caressing the man's back bit by bit.

The two people hugged each other, as if the five years since they were apart had long disappeared.

After a long while, Bai Wan's expression suddenly turned ferocious: "You're holding me too tight, let me take a breath."

chuckled.

Letting go of the embrace, Ling Shumo slowly pulled away, only to see a nonchalant smile appear in front of him.

The person opposite told about the painful past, but his eyes were still sparkling and shining, showing his unparalleled elegance in the sunlight.

At this moment, the sunlight outside suddenly poured in, shining brightly.

Really, I can’t take my eyes away!

But the man stared at him with some complaints: "It seems that you have rubbed off the medicine. As a punishment, you will help me apply the medicine once a day until it gets better."

Ling Shumo stared at him deeply: "Okay, you can say whatever you want."

Although the cut on the white neck was not big, the blood was still shocking.

However, someone is not afraid of pain.

Because he knew that the wound on Li Simeng's right hand was so deep that it should be more painful.

Thinking of this, Bai Wan immediately hugged the person and said, "In the future, if you kiss this area more often, the scab will heal faster."

After hearing this, Ling Shumo's face turned red, and he couldn't help but laugh at him: "You are being naughty again."

As the moon sets in the west, night begins.

The person on the bed has fallen asleep.

But Ling Shumo sat at the table with a cold and tired look, as if he had been frozen for thousands of years.

He learned many things from Abai for the first time today, and he even wanted to kill Li Simeng!

If Bai Wan had not been a person who refused to submit to heaven and earth, she would not have survived so luckily and with great difficulty.

He would completely lose this person that year.

why!

Why is this person the master of both of them?

How could a master be so jealous of someone's talent and ability, afraid that his apprentice would surpass him, that he would harm him again and again?

Ling Shumo suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with sadness or indignation: "The so-called respect for teachers in the world cannot only require disciples to be respectful to their masters!"

South wins...

Originally, he just wanted to force the peace talks to fail through words.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.

In fact, since the peace talks are doomed to fail, why not be more aggressive?

That night, Ling Shumo wrote a letter.

There are 40,000 Qing Dynasty troops outside the city who are negotiating. Now they are approaching the city gate directly, which can be regarded as a direct pressure.

Li Simeng is no longer favored by the new emperor of Nanying. If the peace talks fail, the consequences will be obvious.

The punishment could be demotion at the least and death at the worst.

Of course, these punishments had to be in place while the Nanying court still existed.

Maybe later...

Nan Ying no longer exists!

Closing the document, Ling Shumo exhaled quietly: "A Yan, urgent official document!"