You rascal, stop right there!

The man had received his punishment, and the crowd dispersed.

Although they are brothers from the same school, impersonation and drugging others are both against the ways of a gentleman.

After a while, Bai Wan finally noticed Divine Doctor Lin who had been watching the show from the beginning. He quickly thanked him: "Thank you Divine Doctor Lin! If it weren't for you today, I would have gone to see the King of Hell!"

Doctor Lin smiled and twirled his beard: "I am just entrusted by someone."

"Trusted by someone?" Bai Wan was puzzled.

Divine Doctor Lin did not answer, but bowed in return: "My dear friend Bai Wan, I have something important to do and need to leave Zhengzhou! I will take my leave now. If you need anything in the future, you can come to the capital to find me!"

Before he left, he looked at the man meaningfully, shook his head helplessly, and walked out the door.

Bai Wan accepted it with tears of gratitude, then slowly turned around.

But he looked at the bearded man, who was staring at his short younger brother intently.

Although Luo Wenqi had a full beard, his eyes were full of love, his eyebrows were raised, and his whole body was leaning against the man.

Chen Yu, on the other hand, lay sideways, unable to move due to an injury on his buttocks, and still bearing the man's weight, he moved with a grimace on his face.

"Ahem!" Bai Wan coughed lightly, "Chen Er? Qi Tu Lay Buddhist? Luo Wenqi Painter? The ground is cold! Do you want to get up?"

Hearing this, Luo Wenqi stood up awkwardly, but his ears turned red.

"Hey, Imperial Physician Lin is gone?" he asked.

Only then did Bai Wan realize that the Divine Doctor Lin was actually the imperial physician of the current dynasty.

But this was not something he was confused about at the moment.

Bai Wan was still thinking about how He Xiang had just rebelled because he lost the chance to be recommended into the art academy, and even went so far as to hurt his mentor who had taught him painting. She was really puzzled.

He slowly turned around and asked Luo Wenqi, "Why did the painter named Ke Yu react so strongly just now? It's just because he lacked your recommendation!"

Luo Wenqi waved his hand, but said solemnly: "Your Majesty admires calligraphy and painting, and established the Daying Painting Academy. There are two ways to enter: recommendation and assessment. Anyone who is recommended cannot enter unless he is a high-ranking official, a famous painting teacher, or someone personally appointed by Your Majesty.

Those who are admitted must take six subjects, namely Buddha, people, landscape, animals, flowers and birds, and houses. Those who pass the examination can enter the Academy of Painting after being selected by His Majesty.

"So troublesome?" Bai Wan pouted.

Seeing that this person was really puzzled, Luo Wenqi continued: "Daying Art Academy conducts an assessment once a year, which is divided into three levels.

This level is the provincial examination of each prefecture, followed by the provincial examination of the Ministry of Rites, and finally the palace examination appointed by His Majesty. Moreover, more than a thousand people take the exam every year, but only about three people are finally selected! "

Forehead!

I didn’t expect that the admission requirements for painters at Daying Art Academy would be so strict!

It’s almost the same as that sour scholar next door taking the imperial examination.

Bai Wan finally understood why the little boy named Ke Yu did such a despicable thing and was so out of control of his emotions.

With so much competition in these exams, he had a chance to achieve success overnight, but it was gone.

He went from being a beginner all at once to competing with thousands of people at the same time.

"It seems that I have blocked his way. I hope this guy won't take revenge on me in the future!" Bai Wan thought so while holding his chin.

Luo Wenqi bowed his head and said, "Well, he stole your idea and hurt you. He is in the wrong! Tomorrow I will tell Master Song all your ideas about this booklet and clear his reputation, and then this matter will be over!"

Hearing these respectful and protective words, Bai Wan suddenly felt warm in her heart.

So, he took out the booklet and said, “Since you are the Great Winning Painting Saint, I might as well give you this idea.

Use your painting skills to draw a complete "Autumn Hunting Picture" for the Song family. It must be better than the painting by this guy called He Xiang!"

The person opposite looked at the picture in the booklet, and for some reason his eyes turned red: "Hey, are you really going to give it to me?"

"You saved me, so you are my brother. It's just an idea! It's useless even if I draw it with my level. You can get into such a difficult art academy! And you are a great painter. It's better to give it to you than to that bad guy!"

Bai Wan handed the sketch to the man, very open-minded.

Luo Wenqi on the opposite side looked at him and smiled bitterly.

At that time, Han Miaoran was directly selected by His Majesty to enter the Painting Academy based on his painting "White Autumn Moon on the River", but he never took the exam at all.

Only Zichen and I had to work hard to get in through the exams level by level.

So, he suddenly smiled as if he had some conspiracy: "Hey, Xiaobai! Do you want to enter the painting academy and become a court painter?"

He thought that since everyone in the world knew that Han Miaoran had passed away, even if Bai Wan had the same face, no one would think that they were the same person!

"Entered into the Painting Academy?" Bai Wan on the opposite side had a blank look in her eyes.

"Well, you don't know. Once you are admitted to the Painting Academy, you will receive a court salary, and you can meet His Majesty the Emperor and the concubines and princesses in the harem, and even high-ranking officials. It can be considered a success!" Luo Wenqi nodded.

Bai Wan rolled her eyes at the man and said, "Looking at you, it seems like you've quit being a court painter! Is that really the case? Why did you quit?"

The bearded man shook his beard, turned his head awkwardly, and said awkwardly: "Well, there is a reason why I quit as an artist!"

The tone was very delicate, and the disgusting white peas were a few pounds of fried millet.

"I won't take the exam!" Bai Wan didn't think this was a good job no matter how he thought about it.

Luo Wenqi saw that there was no way to say this, so he leaned sideways and muttered: "Why do you say that! Back then... Zichen and I also passed the exam..."

Although the voice was small, the sentence quietly entered Bai Wan's ears.

Bai Wan raised her head and looked at Luo Wenqi questioningly, with the dignity of a superior who was not afraid of anything: "You just said that you and Brother Zichen were admitted to the painting academy together?"

Luo Wenqi was shocked. Brother Zichen had warned him not to reveal his identity to him before he recovered his memory. But he didn't know that this man had such sharp ears that he could hear such a small voice.

"Was he once a court painter like you?"

"Do you all know me?"

"Do you all know my true identity before I lost my memory?"

……

Bai Wan asked a series of questions in quick succession, catching Luo Wenqi off guard.

The man surnamed Luo's beard was twitching, and he had no rhythm at all. He just wanted to find a place to hide quickly, and even wanted to say that he knew nothing.

"Well, I don't know anything." Luo Wenqi raised his hands and moved closer to the door. "Just wait until Brother Zichen comes. He'll tell you in person!"

At this moment, everything around became quiet.

Bai Wan finally regained her composure, snorted coldly, and let go of Luo Wenqi's collar.

He took a few deep breaths and asked seriously, "Are you saying that Brother Zichen will come to Zhengzhou City?"

Luo Wenqi wanted to shake his head. After all, it had not been long since he sent the news of Yuebai's condition to that person, and Zichen immediately asked the accompanying imperial physician Lin Shiqing to rush back from eight hundred miles away to treat Yuebai's body.

But I haven’t received any letters yet, so I’m afraid there may be some changes.

"Well, it was Brother Zichen who recommended you to learn painting. Naturally, if you have achieved something, he would come to see it!"

Bai Wan's face turned pale, knowing that this man was deliberately talking nonsense. He felt that just like Zi Chen, he couldn't get any truth out of him!

Logically, he should beat Luo Wenqi up and get the truth out of him, but when he thought about how much Brother Zichen trusted this man, he realized that this man was not a bad person.

He decided to wait.

Anyway, I have already vaguely guessed it, and all that remains is to hear it confirmed by these people in person.