Except for me, all my enemies have been reborn.

"Sister, we..."

Shang Shixu quickly shook his head: "No, we can't!"

Seeing her blushing in anxiety, Bai Wangshu couldn't help but tease: "What can't we do? We obviously didn't do anything, sister~"

Shang Shixu was anxious for a moment and did not realize that Bai Wangshu was deliberately teasing her.

He looked away, didn't know where to put his hands, and could only cover his face and say, "I didn't mean that... Oops... I guess I misunderstood."

“Hahahahahahaha…Sister, you’ve been fooled again.”

"Ok?"

Shang Shixu finally reacted and started rubbing Bai Wangshu's head.

"Well, you fooled me again!"

Bai Wangshu smiled and kept dodging, and no one noticed the sadness that flashed across his eyes.

After arguing for a while, the two of them sat down quietly to drink tea.

Shang Shixu picked up the rice paper and began to write and draw again.

A simple outline of a mask appeared on the paper.

Bai Wangshu lay on the table, looking at the rice paper expectantly.

"Sister, is this for me?"

Shang Shixu was reluctant to stop what he was doing and responded without even looking up: "No, I made this for Liu Ning."

Bai Wangshu's eyes drifted away, he was very unwilling,

"Who is Liu Ning? Can he be as good as me? Can he give my sister what I can give her?"

Shang Shixu looked up at him, but saw him turn around awkwardly.

No matter how Shang Shixu touched him, he refused to turn his head back.

"Hey, Wangshu, why are you still angry? Liu Ning is just a child.

It was the child I left with my aunt before. He had an eye disease, so I made a mask for him. "

Bai Wangshu turned around and asked doubtfully, "Really? Sister, please don't lie to me, or I will..."

Shang Shixu nodded repeatedly and even raised his hand to swear: "I, Shang Shixu, swear here that I have never lied to Bai Wangshu. If I break this promise, I will be struck by lightning and... well."

Bai Wangshu covered Shang Shixu's mouth. He didn't want to hear the word "death".

This word always brings back bad memories.

"Sister, as long as you are fine, it doesn't matter if you lie to me."

Shang Shixu took his hand away and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will never lie to you on matters of life and death."

It’s not necessarily the case for small things.

Bai Wangshu was relieved and said with a smile: "Sister, I see there are a lot of paper balls on your desk. Are you in trouble? I can help you."

Shang Shixu carefully observed Bai Wangshu's expression and saw that he did not look sad.

Only then did she feel relieved and told him that she was drawing masks, but she could not draw one that she was satisfied with.

Bai Wangshu understood and picked up his pen to add a few strokes to the original sketch of the Shang Dynasty.

Shang Shixu leaned over to take a look and saw strange creatures scribbled on the rice paper.

"I can't tell what this painting is about, a deer, a tiger, or something else."

Bai Wangshu put away his brush helplessly. Has his painting skills deteriorated so much?

"Sister, this is a Qilin, which indicates good wishes of turning misfortune into good fortune and turning disaster into blessing."

Shang Shixu suddenly realized that she was ignorant.

After being revised by Bai Wangshu.

The mask is mainly in plain tones, without gorgeous gold and silver decorations, but it is painted with intricate colors, making the originally rigid mask come alive.

"That's great, Wangshu. You are worthy of being my right-hand man. I will have someone take it to the craftsman's shop to make it. Liu Ning will definitely like it."

A faint blush appeared on Bai Wangshu's face, and his excitement was revealed between his brows.

But he pretended to be relaxed and drank tea, trying to hide his inner joy.

"Thank you for your compliment, sister. It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

Shang Shixu shook his head. “How could that be? You helped me a lot.”

Words of praise kept coming out of Shang Shixu's mouth, and Bai Wangshu was flattered to the point of being in ecstasy.

In the end, Shang Shixu was thirsty and Bai Wangshu agreed to give her 10 kilograms of moonlight white.

Both of them are very satisfied. One is satisfied with the person he likes praising him.

One that is satisfied enough to feast on delicious food for the next month.

Everyone gets what they need and everyone is happy.

Smoke from the kitchen rose up. Lunch was corn ribs made by my aunt. Shang Shixu ate a lot.

Lying down on a chair in the study to rest.

"Knock, knock, knock. I am Yize, the host's subordinate, and I am here to report."

Shang Shixu adjusted his posture and sat upright on the chair.

"come in."

Yi Ze said solemnly: "Reporting to the host, my brother in Lingnan wrote to say that... there was an outbreak of plague in Lingnan...

People are living in misery, my brother...he can't hold on any longer, I beg the host to save my brother, wuwuwuwuwu..."

Shang Shixu was stunned. She hadn't heard the word "plague" for a long time.

But she knew clearly what would happen if a plague broke out.

There were corpses everywhere, wailing and howling, and there was no humanity at all.

A chill rushed straight to his brain, and Shang Shixu felt as if he was in an ice river.

I was so cold that I couldn't speak and could only shiver helplessly.

"Master, Master, are you okay? Do you need me to call Mr. Bai over?"

Yi Ze's voice rang in his ears, and Shang Shixu slowly came back to his senses.

The Yize in front of her looked at her with red eyes, his face stained with tears.

Shang Shixu thought about it carefully and realized that Yi Ze had a dull personality.

I have never smiled, let alone cried in front of others.

For the Shang Dynasty, Yi Ze is special. He is different from others who do not know the building.

Yize's parents helped her and her aunt who were still fleeing at the time.

It was because of helping them that Yi Ze's father was killed.

He left behind only two young sons and a sick wife.

They had no means to help, so they could only seek medical help everywhere. They cured Yize's mother first, left some money behind, and then left.

When Shang Shixu passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar, he took the two brothers in, but Yi Ze's younger brother was too young.

Just when he needed his mother, Yi Ze was left alone.

More than a decade later, Yi Ze's mother passed away, and Shang Shixu once again proposed to take Yi Ze's younger brother in.

But the boy refused and told his brother that he wanted to go out on his own.

He left his hometown, wandered all the way, and came to Lingnan.

It was precisely because of this brother and the identity of the son of his savior that Shang Shixu did not dare to let Yi Ze do anything too dangerous.

He was just asked to do some idle work in the unknown building and occasionally serve as a guard for his aunt.

Shang Shixu vaguely remembered that the child looked very similar to Yi Ze,

They also have stubborn personalities, and he would not contact Yize unless it was absolutely necessary.

Shang Shixu slammed the table and held Yize's shoulders.

"Yize, don't be afraid. The emperor must have known about the outbreak of plague in Lingnan.

When the time comes, I will volunteer to go to Lingnan to control the plague. You take Wangshu with you and I will follow you later."

Yize wiped away his tears and nodded gratefully. He knew that the host would not ignore him.