You rascal, stop right there!

Day two.

Palace examination for court painters.

Only those who win first place in the twenty provincial examinations can enter the palace examination.

Painters from all over the place are considered to be talented and talented people.

In preparation for the palace examination, they even memorized and analyzed all of Emperor Jiaxing's poems in detail.

In fact, as long as the emperor gave a poem, they could paint the whole idea of the painting.

No matter if it's a wine alley hidden deep in the mountains, a little monk in a mountain temple, or a horse hoof with fragrance and butterflies flying, I can make it.

His Majesty, the present Emperor Jiaxing, looked down at the twenty painters sitting below him, with a gloomy expression on his face.

The test scroll fell but it was a single one: Fire

Everyone was blinded.

"How do you draw it?"

Many painting students study poems in various ways, trying to understand their meanings, in order to find paintings in poems and poems in paintings.

These are the single words for the five elements: gold, wood, water, fire and earth.

But I never thought about it.

If you just draw a flame, or a torch, or a candle...

This……

It is so shallow that it cannot be considered as an examination question for the Daying Academy of Painting.

During this time, there was a man in white with a calm expression, who only felt that the question was inexplicably familiar.

He glanced at the scroll calmly, then holding the pen in his hand, he began to paint with ease.

As he holds the pen, the ink flows onto the paper, majestic and magnificent.

The scenes are described in great detail.

Bai Wan's paintings are very elegant, but he never stops drawing one stroke at a time, and his speed is truly jaw-dropping.

Emperor Jiaxing looked at the man sitting under him and felt inexplicably amazed. Especially when he wrote on paper, his strokes were so free and unrestrained, so beautiful.

The painting is ethereal and the long scroll is faintly fragrant.

Such elegance, the more I look at it, the more I feel that it is not an ordinary painter.

"The time has come!"

With the shrill voice of a little eunuch, the palace examination finally ended.

After finishing the exam, Bai Wan walked out of the palace.

He looked back at all this magnificence and felt a little dazed.

In the past, I was just a ruffian in Baiyun City who couldn’t read a single word and couldn’t even hold a pen.

Who could have imagined that such earth-shaking changes would take place in such a short period of time.

Not only did he learn poetry and literacy, he also passed the exams step by step.

If the younger brothers in Baiyun City saw how successful he has become now, they would probably treat him as the boss among bosses.

His smile became more and more wicked.

All this is thanks to Luo Wenqi and Ling Shumo!

……

At this moment, as he was leaving the palace, he saw some people passing by in a panic in the corner of the palace wall.

The eunuchs and palace maids in the lead were carrying a stretcher and walking out. On it was a vague figure covered with a white cloth.

Bai Wan was a person who loved to watch the fun, so he followed quietly.

They carried the stretcher to the palace gate, and there was an old woman in tattered clothes kneeling on the ground crying. She lifted the white cloth and started crying.

"My poor child!"

The sound is sad and like crying blood.

The leading eunuch snorted: "Your daughter was disrespectful to Concubine Chun, so she is sentenced to death. Here——"

He threw some copper coins at random, and suddenly it started to rain all over the sky and scattered on the ground.

"These are the graces for your burial!"

The old woman began to cry excitedly: "Who wants money? Give me back my daughter's life!"

The cold-faced eunuch didn't bother to pay attention to her and sent the eunuchs and palace maids back. As they walked, he warned: "Listen to me, if anyone commits a crime again, this will be the end."

The back figure was cold and hurried, as if this life was meaningless.

Bai Wan cursed in his heart.

How can you use loose change to attack people like this?

It's disrespectful to both people and money.

So he picked up the coins one by one, cleaned off the dirt and dust, squatted down and handed them to the old woman.

"Anyway, this money can be used for burial, you can't refuse it!"

The old woman looked up at him with a sad expression: "Not only did they kill my daughter, they also destroyed her appearance and cut off her ears."

The girl on the stretcher next to her should have been in her prime, but she had become a faceless corpse, with horrific knife marks all over her face.

Bai Wan leaned over to take a look, and was shocked.

I don’t know how vicious this so-called Concubine Chun is to do such a thing.

"You wait."

He took out the small booklet from his waist, bit the brush and started painting.

He examined the female corpse carefully based on its original facial features without any fear.

Then, a few dry strokes fell on the paper.

Not long after.

When the old woman was holding the corpse, reluctant to let go, she suddenly found a drawing in front of her.

It was a pretty face. The woman was wearing a half-length gauze skirt and had a beautiful smile, especially her small ears which were really pretty.

Her eyes were immediately filled with tears, and she held the picture tightly with a sobbing voice: "Xiao Yun..."

Bai Wan patted her shoulder, a little regretful: "I'm just a painter, I can't do anything. Just treat this painting as a memory!"

After finishing the painting, he flicked his sleeves and walked forward with a little regret.

"Thank you..." The old woman looked at him with gratitude, as if she was looking at a saint.

But the person who left didn't care about all these and didn't even look back.

At this time, a man in green official uniform came over and asked: "Is there any meaning in doing this?"

Bai Wan turned sideways and looked over, somewhat suspicious.

It turned out to be a painter who had just been supervising the exam with His Majesty in the front.

He has a handsome appearance, slightly dark skin, and his pair of phoenix eyes are particularly eye-catching among his facial features.

"Mr. Painter?" He remembered the face but not his name.

There are so many painters, but this one is the only one wearing green. It would be strange if I didn't remember him.

"I just want to ask you, why do you draw this kind of picture?" the painter asked him again.

Bai Wan didn't seem to care and just said frankly, "My hands can draw whatever they want. The exam is over! Why do you care so much?"

After saying this, he actually curled his lips into a smile, not taking the other person's rank seriously at all, and was about to turn around and leave.

"I just don't want her to be more sad."

He waved his hand carefreely, as if there was not a speck of dust on him.

The green-clad painter looked at the man's back and suddenly felt that his posture was elegant, as if spring was coming from the harsh winter.

Although his words were a bit inappropriate, what he did was full of love and righteousness.

Painting for free? For fame? For profit?

I just want to make people not sad.

The man felt somewhat helpless, but he was actually happy in his heart, and there seemed to be appreciation in his eyes.

It turns out there really are such weird painters in this world!

Little did he know that Bai Wan had actually just taken one penny from the money.

But the ruffian thought he was honest.

It's really worthwhile to spend a penny to comfort one person.