You rascal, stop right there!

The sound was not loud, but it seemed as if it contained a bird of prey, intending to skin and swallow the other.

Bai Wan seemed to have guessed the true relationship between Han Miaoran and her mentor, and appeared somewhat indifferent and amused.

"How can that be possible? I'm just a painter, not a necromancer or a shaman."

He quickly counterattacked: "Mr. Prime Minister, you think too highly of me. In fact, before I learned painting, I was just a ruffian!"

Li Simeng didn't expect to see such a playful and joking look on this face. It was indeed very different from the person he remembered.

So, he paused for a moment and glanced at the figure and appearance of the person opposite him:

"Mr. Bai Zhihou, I think you are a very promising young man. I would like to invite you to my birthday party next month. Are you willing?"

birthday?

Bai Wan laughed: "Okay."

If you don't go to the banquet, you will miss it.

Li Simeng turned and left with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

The moment this man left, Bai Wan's expression suddenly changed. He intuitively felt that Prime Minister Li was not a good person.

I must have been too young and ignorant back then, so I chose this man as my master.

……

Big win art academy.

At the entrance of the branch hall.

Because Bai Wan was the top student, he and two other painting students were placed in a different institution.

There were painting academies that specialized in painting portraits of the emperor's concubines and nobles, those that created life paintings based on the emperor's daily life and historical records, and those that painted murals and Buddha statues for underground palaces and imperial tombs.

There were even people who designed screens for palace decoration, ships, vehicles and even other items for the Ministry of Works, and so on.

Bai Wan had met Luo Qingbi, who was previously in charge of the Zhengzhou provincial government assessment, early on, and felt grateful.

If it weren't for this painter who helped him to get into the top three, he would probably not be able to enter the painting academy now.

Cheng Su, who was walking towards him, was very happy to see Bai Wan, who had been admitted. His steps became lighter:

"Little Pea, I didn't expect you to actually pass the exam and get in."

The man opposite was wearing a red official uniform and was no longer the ruffian he once was in Baiyun City.

"Of course I am good!" His eyes showed his temper without hiding it at all.

Cheng Su laughed in silence. He indeed overlooked the fact that this man was like this on a daily basis.

Therefore, he had to act politely and wanted to use his status as a direct director of the painting academy to introduce some of the characters to him.

"Xiao Wan, look who this is..." He raised his hand and pointed to a man in a red official uniform with a slicked-back hair and powdered face.

Bai Wan raised her eyebrows and said, "Isn't this Painter Song Xiangsong? Long time no see!"

The person on the other side was surprised and stunned.

More than a year ago, this person was just an uneducated person, but now he has been admitted to Daying Art Academy.

"Brother Bai, I knew that day that you were able to interpret the "Dance of Liang Meng" and it was not an ordinary thing. In the future, when we are in the same academy, please give me more guidance."

"Give me some advice! Give me some advice!" Bai Wan smiled.

Cheng Su was a little confused, then led him to a silly round-faced man and raised her hand: "Xiao Wan, this is..."

Before he could finish, the man on the other side came forward eagerly and said with a smile: "Isn't this Boss Bai? You really came in. I knew you were very powerful!"

Bai Wan patted the man on the shoulder and whispered, "You've gained weight again recently! Eat less!"

After recognizing two painters in a row, Cheng Su felt a little uneasy.

He then remembered that there was a dark-faced and dull man on the second floor, so he led him upstairs.

"Xiao Wan, this is Shen Zhuyue from the Painting Academy—Shen Shizhao."

This man still had those delicate features, dark complexion, and a scroll in his hand, and he seemed to have a serious look on his face.

Cheng Su thought, this probably isn't someone he knows. From her impression, Shen Shizhao never gets close to anyone outside the palace.

Unexpectedly, the other party's eyes were filled with surprise: "So you are the Bai Zhihou who painted "Fire in the Snow", I really didn't make a mistake!"

Bai Wan also recognized that this was the painter he met during the imperial examination that day, and immediately bowed: "I didn't expect that you still knew me."

Shen Zhuyue smiled and said, "How could I not remember someone like you?"

cough!

Cheng Su coughed lightly.

He really had to admire Bai Wan. How popular was she? She had acquaintances everywhere in the painting academy.

So, he whispered in her ear: "Xiao Wan, how many people in the art academy do you know?"

Bai Wan opened her peach blossom eyes, glanced at the painters of this branch of the academy, and spread her hands helplessly: "Probably the three just now, plus you."

Cheng Su complained inwardly: There are only ten painters in this branch house, and he actually knows almost half of them.

Then, seeing the rogue painter sitting directly in front of the pear wood desk, he pointed casually, "Him! Him! Them. I don't know the others."

He sat casually and smiled beautifully.

However, just as he finished drawing, a fair and beautiful person put down the brush in his hand, walked forward and shouted: "How dare you say you don't know me?"

The young man in front of him stared with his deer eyes, gritted his teeth, and looked like he wanted to kill him.

Bai Wan took a step back timidly, feeling that something was not right.

"Stop looking at me like a heartless person, okay?"

The person on the other side became even angrier, and his eyes turned red.

"Have you forgotten what you did to me?"

This statement is very misleading.

White Pea got goosebumps all over her body: "This is even more like it!"

Then, he carefully put down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he was playing with, and looked at the man carefully with a bit of doubt.

It seems that it looks a little familiar.

I seem to have seen this beautiful boy somewhere before.

But he was not a homosexual in the past, so it was impossible for him to really have any romantic relationship with a man.

After a long time, the young man saw that he really couldn't remember, so he said viciously: "General Song's Autumn Hunting Picture."

Bai Wan tilted her head, and suddenly her eyes became clear. She slapped her thigh and said, "It's you! What's your name?"

"Ke Yu!" The man said the name almost with gritted teeth.

This painter with beautiful appearance and feminine features is actually Ke Yu, a former painting student in Luo Wenqi's studio.

Although he was expelled from Luo Mansion because of the Bai Pea sample drawing that day, which caused someone to faint, he went to the door of the Sishui governor and was directly recommended to the painting academy by some unknown method.

As the saying goes, enemies often meet again.

Now the room is full of enemies, including younger and older brothers.

Bai Wan felt that he might have provoked some kind of gossip formation, which was why all the people he knew were gathering around him.

He said quietly, "Boss Cheng, I suddenly feel like there's a whirlwind blowing today..."

Cheng Su on the other side could no longer be shocked by this man's strange relationships. He just raised his head and glanced out the window while holding his pen:

"Have it?"