Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Shao Ziyang supported the shaky dean of the academy, walked to Qiao Xiaoqiao with grace and grace, and said with a bow, "I have a humble request..."

"You want to know about these paints?" Qiao Xiaoqiao was not surprised, nor did he show any sign of annoyance.

"No, no...the ink and colors in the painter's hands are all private." Although Shao Ziyang was yearning for it, he was not dirty.

"I just want to see the girl's other paintings, and I also want to know where these paintings were originally painted."

Qiao Xiaoqiao nodded innocently and said without hiding anything, "I only paint Guanyin, and originally I painted on the wall."

"In that case, I will come to visit you again later, thank you!" Shao Ziyang had a pure mind, and he was naturally happy to meet another person with pure eyes.

He couldn't wait to go home and tell his grandfather what he had seen today.

When his grandfather was young, he met an old man painting with sand, and when he was a teenager, he also met a girl painting murals. In the end, he was better.

Shao Ziyang said goodbye to the dean and others in a hurry. No one dared to stop him, and he left in a flash.

The dean of Qingyun Academy was extremely angry and wanted to go up to argue, but was stopped by the dean of Jiangsong Academy behind him.

"This painting is exactly what Your Majesty wants... If you continue to make a fuss, I'm afraid you'll bring disaster to the academy."

The dean of Qingyun Academy was like being poured with a bucket of cold water, and he suddenly woke up. He just cared too much about winning or losing this time, but his eyes were blinded.

This is no longer a matter of winning or losing, but a game between the empress and the old men of the royalist faction.

The empress really needs this blessing from heaven to restore her position.

Losing the competition would be fine, at most it would be embarrassing, but if you insist on going ahead, wouldn't that be like courting death in front of the Empress and questioning the destiny bestowed by God?

"Hiss - thank you, brother." The dean of Qingyun Academy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried back to the stands.

However, he secretly hoped that Qian Qiansui would offend those powerful royalists in the court because of this matter. After all, the empress could not cover the sky with one hand.

Qian Qiansui doesn't care whether it will offend the powerful or not. She can do such a heinous thing as betraying her husband, so why should she be afraid of offending those old men?

Not to mention that the heroine of this book is the empress. Even given her current position, it is impossible for her to go against the empress. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

"Where did you find such a girl? She's amazing. And what did she do on the paper that won't break even if you pour water on it?"

The next scene was about to begin. Princess Yongle kept asking questions and chattering beside Qian Qiansui, which was much more lively than before.

There is nothing mysterious about Qiao Xiaoqiao. She was originally an orphan and was picked up and adopted by a nun in a nunnery when she was young.

I don’t know whether it is a tradition in this nunnery or the nun who adopted Qiao Xiaoqiao created this way of painting murals.

In short, Qiao Xiaoqiao started grinding pigments, extracting essences, and painting on the walls when she was very young. Without models, she could not copy, so she could only look at the few picture albums and murals in the nunnery.

This painting depicts Qiao Xiaoqiao when she was twelve years old. The nun who adopted her passed away, but there were only this nun and Qiao Xiaoqiao in the nunnery. So Qiao Xiaoqiao left the nunnery and went to a familiar temple with a letter.

Then she was deceived and sold.

Qian Qiansui held his forehead when he thought of this. He didn't know what the dead nun was thinking. Such a young child had never seen the world. It would be strange if she didn't get cheated.

As for the secret recipe for preventing the paper from being damaged in the painting, it must be a product of the system and must be a fine product. It is an addition that cannot be ignored in papermaking.

It was because of this kind of paint that Qian Qiansui dared to let Qiao Xiaoqiao play freely.

It turns out that technology changes destiny.

"Is poetry or mathematics next?"

"It seems to be poetry and songs. The one coming this time is that little prodigy who can write poetry at the age of seven..."

"Panshi Academy is definitely going to lose this time. We don't even know who will be the challenger."

People in the stands stood on tiptoe, trying to look inside. The previous two matches were so exciting. Although Panshi Academy won by a narrow margin, they had made many surprising moves in the process, making the upcoming matches even more exciting.

Qian Qiansui completely relaxed as soon as she got on the stands. She was too lazy to watch the game and felt drowsy. Even when Princess Yongle spoke to her, her speech was unusually unclear.

"You seem so leisurely. It seems that you have already prepared for the next one?" Princess Yongle was very excited and kept pestering Qian Qiansui to reveal more.

But Qian Qiansui had nothing to reveal at all. She didn't think her people could win. That little prodigy was obviously well-educated and full of talent.

But they just picked a girl at random, and then used the system to predict the topic, and stuffed all the poems and verses from the past five hundred years, the next five hundred years, and the previous life that were close to the topic into the girl's mind, with the main goal of making her recite poems even if she couldn't write them.

At least don't lose so badly.

The sky is so blue, especially with the rainbow just appearing, it looks particularly fresh. I don’t know if those three little bastards are rescued now, but I hope they don’t die on the road.

"Damn it, when can I get out of this damn place!" Ma Teng held his arm and grimaced in pain.

"Just shut up. Among the three of us, one is lame, one has a broken hand, and I'm the only one who's still healthy. It's not easy for me to survive until now."

Wen Cheng looked around dejectedly for a way out. They were chased yesterday and fled into the mountains, and then couldn't get out.

"Oh, you've become so tough. After just a few days in the academy, have you forgotten that you're Brother Qin's lackey?"

Ma Teng was furious when he thought of his wound. Now he was hungry and tired, and his temper was also flaring up.

"I'm just telling the truth. Besides, Dean Deng said that all students are equal after entering the academy!"

Wen Cheng has already risked his life, and it is not certain whether he can return alive.

"Okay, why are you talking so much? Let's find a way quickly." Wen Siqin dragged his injured leg forward. In order to avoid the assassination, he rolled down the hillside and hit a rock. His calf must have been broken, and now he could only drag himself along.

Ma Teng and Wen Cheng supported Wen Siqin on each side and began to determine the direction according to the teacher's method.

"I don't know what today's final will be like. Will we lose badly?" Ma Teng's mouth started to get busy again.

Wen Cheng was about to cry when he mentioned this. "My dad said that if I won the finals this time, he would open a separate page for me in the family tree, and I would be the first one. Now that I didn't go, not only would I not be able to open a separate page, I'm afraid even the family tree would cross me out."

"Your family tree is in our house, why are you so scared?" Wen Siqin couldn't stand it anymore. He was sweating profusely from the pain, but he couldn't help scolding him.

"Brother Qin, if we run away, will we still go to the martial arts arena?" Ma Teng asked after holding it in all the way.

Wen Siqin said without hesitation: "We have to go, of course we have to go. Without us in the academy, there are only Ge Youguang and Chen Zhi, but what good will they do? The martial arts arena still depends on me!"

Wen Cheng and Ma Teng looked at his disabled leg, speechless.