You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 211 If You Don’t Remember, You’ll Forget

The sky is filled with cold wind.

The person sitting under the seat was wearing a white fur coat, his figure was like jade in the snow, and he stared blankly at the city wall next to him.

Wan Yan was looking down from a high place, overlooking Bai Wan who was being escorted here, with a very complicated feeling.

This man was extremely talented. His painting "The Shocking Change" was hung on the city wall and attracted a large crowd of onlookers, implicitly announcing the shame of the defeat of the city.

Wan Yan asked calmly, "Mr. Han, you drew this on purpose. What's your intention?"

Bai Wan only smiled with a slight frown on her face, "What's wrong with painting the beauty of the capital on its walls?"

"Doesn't the inscription and the painting incite public opinion?" Wan Yan said coldly without saying anything else.

"How can it be said to be inciting public opinion? Did some people really attack it?"

"Did Daying not have its city breached?"

"Don't the people in the capital feel ashamed of this?"

“Aren’t all the people sad because of this?”

"Did Han fail to paint Xuan Li as requested?"

"Isn't this the true splendor of the capital? Did I draw it wrong, or are you born dull and don't know how to appreciate it?"

Several rhetorical questions were asked with great force.

I couldn't even help swearing.

Bai Wan coughed, and at his feet on the ground was a bloody corpse that had not been picked up for several days.

The Xuanli people were too lazy to clean up the corpses, as they were already scattered all over the city.

After the capital was captured, all the people in the city were slaughtered one after another - and he had already made preparations to be a hero eighteen years later.

It’s too difficult to escape from the city, so save as many people as you can.

Rather than dying without doing anything, it is better to leave a final elegy for the big win.

The mineral pigments used in painting are fine and stable, and can last for thousands of years without decaying. The longer the people look at the paintings, the more they will not be able to forget the grief of the broken city and the misery of the loss, and they will inevitably revolt out of hatred in the future.

Wan Yan looked fiercely, but had to relax and close his eyes.

He wanted to recruit talented people, and he thought this person was a real genius. He knew that the calligraphy and painting were full of irony, but he had no idea what to do with him.

They were even reluctant to let the defenders break down the wall and destroy this magnificent painting.

After a long while, Wan Yanqi slowly nodded and said with a patient smile: "Okay, Mr. Han is absolutely right."

When Bai Wan saw him smile, she just felt unbearably nauseous and did not respond.

"Someone come here!" Wan Yan ordered with determination, "Bring the things up!"

After saying that, Bai Wan saw three or four soldiers carrying wooden boxes into the room as if they had been prepared.

"This mural has demonstrated your talent, sir. I like it very much and think I should give you something that suits your taste."

There is something else behind these words. After opening the wooden box, there is a golden and colorful scene.

"One of these two boxes is filled with gold, silver and jewelry, and the other is filled with carefully selected study treasures."

Then Wan Yan clapped his hands again.

"The fifteen beauties were all once royal ladies and maids."

The pretty girls were urged and, at the signal of his eyes, came closer and half leaned against Bai Wan.

They are all really beautiful and each has her own merits.

After that, Wan Yan nodded his chin towards Bai Wan and said with a smile: "How can a mere abandoned city of Daying show your talent? As long as you are willing to join Xuan Li, you can get wealth, honor and beauty!"

This is the beginning of temptation again.

Bai Wan felt pathetic and smiled, "I do like gold, silver and jewelry, and I appreciate beautiful people. But... I am a big winner."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wan Yan said "yes" three times in a row.

"Mr. Han, you don't like these people and things, right? That's great..." His fingers tapped slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound.

Human heads fell to the ground one after another, and the girls didn't even have time to react before they fell to the ground.

Some childhood memories roared in my mind, as if hell had reappeared, and Bo Ren died because of me...

The wind whistled past like a cuckoo crying blood.

"This——" Bai Wan's heart trembled.

Fourteen girls were beheaded in an instant, leaving only the last one.

Why is this happening...

The last girl was trembling and standing there in a daze.

"I wonder who of you dares to kill her!"

Bai Wan could only stagger forward and kick the executioner's knife handle to the ground, cutting his shoulder.

The scarlet blood flowed down the long knife and onto the ground.

The sound of killing stopped abruptly!

Wan Yan just felt that this man seemed crazy. It was so difficult for him to paint with his disabled left hand. It would be a pity if it was ruined.

"Mr. Han is a genius, but is he really so stubborn that he cannot join Xuan Li?"

"cannot--"

Bai Wan looked straight ahead, looking a little weak. He barely covered his injured shoulder with his hands, his eyes determined.

Zi Chen would not rebel at the beginning, and neither would he.

This man is a peerless painter, standing in the cold wind, making people who are watching him feel a little dazed.

He was indeed an unscrupulous ruffian and a hypocritical painter. Even if Da Ying was so unbearable, he would not allow this act of treason.

"Okay, since Mr. Han really likes this girl, let's both take a step back. I will wait for the day when Mr. Han is willing to surrender."

Wan Yan walked beside the two of them, smiling calmly.

"Xuanli bastard, you can only kill the old, weak, women and children in Daying, what's your ability!"

Bai Wan was in a very depressed mood. She felt a chill running through her body and a rolling, tormenting pain.

This time, I really couldn't laugh.

Especially when he thought of those people who had died in front of him, blood dripping all over them.

Then, Bai Wan walked to the heads of the women on the ground one by one, closed their eyes, and put the bodies together.

With a heart-wrenching pain, he kowtowed heavily towards the dead girls.

The girl next to him watched him do this, tears rolling down her cheeks as she cried.

It turns out that the so-called hatred of losing a country is to be at the mercy of others.

I really want to bury Xuan Li...

And this mood was quickly overwhelmed by bad memory.

Everything will be forgotten in an instant.

Sure enough, Bai Wan looked at everything in front of her and asked lightly, "Why are you crying? What happened just now? Why did someone die again?"

The girl's eyes turned red and she cried even harder...

The guards received the order and watched Bai Wan being handcuffed and chained and slowly escorted away.

After he followed him out, Wan Yan's expression changed from smiling to a chilling one.

This fearless painter, with a pale face and a sturdy figure, was muttering something.

He murmured.

When did I get here and get injured?

I was asked something just now...

Why didn’t I have time to write it down!

……

Big win one hundred and twenty-first year, February twenty-eighth.

The heavy snow makes it particularly desolate.

A long dragon meanders in white.

Only one person was wearing chains and shackles, and even had heavy shackles deliberately added to make it difficult for him to move forward.

Wan Yan did not give up, but detained him together with the newly captured craftsmen and artists and sent them north to Xingling, the capital of Xuanli.

They ate vegetarian meals for three days, and asked about his father's will at dawn and dusk, and they did not mind talking privately with other craftsmen and artists.

Bai Wan raised his eyes and said weakly: "Today, many people from Daying have been captured and taken north, and some have been beaten, scolded and treated harshly. I don't know how many tens of millions of them there are..."

The people who were accompanying him were impressed that he carried a booklet of painting materials on his back, and whenever he stopped at a place to rest, he would record what was happening in the capital and the crowds heading north on the powder book.

The man in red beside him coughed, "Ha! In such a situation, what's the point of Master Han remembering all this?"

Bai Wan laughed with difficulty after hearing this: "There are many people with bad memory. If they don't remember, they will forget it."

He often couldn't remember things, so he had to draw all his experiences and record them at any time.

"Really?" The person next to him smiled calmly.

When the captives from the same group learned about the painter Han Miaoran's deeds, they were shocked.

I originally thought he was a traitor, but he turned out to be a tough guy who would rather break than bend, and he couldn't live without his paintbrush all the time.

That whole pink album...

They were all about the prison troubles in the capital, and all the sufferings that the big winners had encountered.

And all the scenery along the way north...