You rascal, stop right there!

In the dark night, the fire snake rolled up and engulfed the building, as if venting its horrific fear.

"Quick! Come and put out the fire!"

"There are also the examination papers of the candidates of the Art Academy this time!"

"Hurry up... so many people are affected!"

“Put out the fire!!!”

Amid the chaotic scene, the back court of Danqingyuan in Zhengzhou Prefecture was in a state of anxiety.

Countless people were frantically carrying water containers and pouring water into the water, as if to save the last bit of damage.

However, the fire seemed to be caused by tung oil, and pouring water would only make the fire burn more vigorously.

When Bai Wan and Cai Jiang arrived, the government had already arranged a group of soldiers to surround the government office. Apart from the house next door that was accidentally burned, only the Danqingyuan house in the entire government office was burnt.

The flames kept rolling up and down, and it seemed that all the paintings would be reduced to ashes.

I'm afraid this exam was a waste.

Bai Wan thought to herself.

"Mr. Cheng Zhiyuan, we can only rescue these..." A little guard boy ran out holding a stack of paintings and said hurriedly.

"Forget it, that's all..." Cheng Su looked at these dozen or so paintings, and there seemed to be a hint of regret in her eyes.

There are more than 200 prefectures in Da Ying, and it is impossible for them to re-set the exam questions because of the fire. In other words, those exam papers that were burned can only be regarded as bad luck.

"I want to save my painting!!!" Cai Jiang almost went crazy and rushed into the flaming house.

In addition to him, there are many other candidates with unwilling looks on their faces, ready to throw themselves into the fire of the Danqing Painting Academy with their mortal bodies.

"Enough!" Cheng Su shouted angrily, "Surround Danqing Academy and don't let these candidates in!"

Upon hearing this, the officials and soldiers in the government office stood in front of the door with swords in hand, glaring at people threateningly.

Cai Jiang was not a strong man at all, so he had to be dragged outside and sat on the ground feeling lost.

"How could this happen--" His eyes were red.

Bai Wan looked at everything in front of him and did not show any excited reaction.

He just stood there, his eyelashes fluttering slightly and his fists clenched.

If the scroll was burned, he would have to wait another year before going to the capital to see Brother Zichen.

With the flame on his back, he stood in the middle of it in a white robe as white as snow, gazing into the starry sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"My condolences, Xiao Wan. It was just an accident..." Cheng Su looked at the man standing there in a daze and patted his shoulder regretfully.

I thought I would be met with a gloomy and disappointed look, but unexpectedly I saw a smiling face.

"What are you talking about, Boss Cheng! It's just an exam, and the fire was an accident!" Bai Wan's eyes were slightly red, but he was smiling intoxicatedly.

"I'm just a ruffian. How can I dream of becoming a scholar painter? Even if my paintings weren't burned, how could I possibly pass the exam with my level?!"

Cheng Su looked at his smile, which was still as bright as before, but with a hint of deepness and solemnity. It seemed to him that he saw the staggering boy three years ago.

The painter who once was so brilliant now had to put on a forced smile because of this small provincial examination.

"Let's go, Jiang Si'er. Didn't you ask me to go to the Beauty Land to drink wine?!" Bai Wan dragged Cai Jiang on the ground forward.

"Perhaps, among the remaining ten or so intact paintings, yours, Xiao Wan, is also one of them?" Cheng Su's voice trembled slightly.

But the person in front seemed to have heard nothing.

Cheng Su felt that Han Miaoran's obsession with being a painter might be even deeper than he imagined. Even though he had not picked up a pen in the past five years, once he started, he could not stop.

Another year, that's easy to say.

Who can really let it go?

……

The land of beauties.

"Mr. Bai, please stop drinking!" Miss Xie Qin kept persuading him.

Because he couldn't drink much, Bai Wan had never taken the initiative to drink flower wine like this before.

He was afraid that his messy drinking habits would bring trouble to himself and the people around him.

However, the failure in this examination made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He was not only angry about the eight months that had passed when his left hand learned to paint, but he also felt guilty about breaking his promise to Brother Zichen and his past identity as Han Miaoran.

Failing the exam is a matter of ability, but a natural disaster is a matter of fate.

Does God really want Han Miaoran to be a rogue for the rest of his life?

Cai Jiang, who was standing next to him, was even more drunk than him. His lifelong goal was to become a court painter.

Among the painters of the Five Dynasties, he was the only one to take the examination. When he failed, he was more depressed than an ordinary person.

"Brother Bai, come on! Let's get drunk!" He picked up the wine jug and poured it into his own mouth.

Xie Qin stepped forward, and the smile on her face froze for a long time.

It was said that these two were candidates for this year's painter assessment, and the news of the fire over there spread very quickly.

This situation must have been quite stimulating.

At this time, the drunk Bai Wan, with a blushing face, murmured to himself as he looked at a green water bamboo in the house:

"Zi Chen! Zi Chen! I can't go to the capital this year! Will you be disappointed?"

He looked aggrieved and gently stroked the green water bamboo with his fingertips.

There seemed to be guilt and resentment in his eyes.

"Young master, be careful—" Xie Qin grabbed him before he almost hit the flowerpot and got into an accident.

"Let me go!" Bai Wan pushed the delicate girl away and hugged the blue and white porcelain basin tightly.

"Go away, I still need to talk to Brother Zichen!"

His eyes were blurred and clear, and his lips were full of the sweetness of the wine. This charming and elegant appearance would probably attract many girls...

Of course, we have to ignore the girl next to us who was screaming in pain because he threw her to the ground without any mercy.

After being hit so hard, Xie Qin no longer had any good feelings towards him.

So she stood up and kicked the drunkard silently.

Snapped--

A solid sound.

Bai Wan fell to the ground holding the pot of water bamboo and fell asleep immediately.

"Zi Chen, my painting was burned..."

Finally, he mumbled these words...

Xie Qin listened to the man calling this name with an extremely gentle tone, but she didn't know who he was calling.

She kicked the man again as if holding a grudge, then she straightened her clothes and walked out the door...

Tao Qingmei was very puzzled when she saw Xie Qin coming out, and couldn't help asking, "Qin'er, why did you come out so soon?"

"Hmph..." Xie Qin snorted, "These two drunkards. One drank himself to death, and the other drank himself to death first, and then hugged Shuizhu and talked. It was so stupid..."

This girl actually has a very hot temper, which is why she has to hide her emotions on a daily basis in order to survive in this brothel.

"You!" Tao Qingmei stroked her hair, "They are painting students! Today, Danqing Academy was in trouble, so they are naturally upset. Can you bear with them a little more?"

"What?" Xie Qin bit her teeth lightly, her beautiful eyes drooping. "I think even if they are awake, they have no interest in me!"

She didn't know about the other drunkard, so how could she not know about Bai Wan?

Every time he comes, he never touches them and only knows how to sell picture albums!

All he talks about is money...money...

Then, she suddenly glanced at the door in silence.

Oh, there is also Zi Chen! I don’t know where this girl is from! Let this guy get drunk and still say this name...