Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Qiao Xiaoqiao was young, with fair skin and a thin figure. She walked in her hospital uniform, and her clothes fluttered lightly, as if she was walking in the mist, which made her look a bit like she had just seen the light.

Shao Ziyang stood on the steps and watched Qiao Xiaoqiao go on stage and take his seat. He had also watched the previous match, which was very exciting. Li Luo was indeed knowledgeable and insightful, and was no longer just a top scorer.

But the little girl named Chu Xiaonan was also very interesting, and her views were very novel to him, like seeing another side of the world.

He knew very well the purpose of his visit today. The children of their Shao family had always come from Qingyun Academy and had been sponsoring the academy for many years. This time, the teacher of the academy came to invite him, and as a student, there was naturally no reason for him to refuse.

But before he came, his grandfather had warned him that there are always people better than you and there are always mountains better than you. Even with his achievements, his grandfather once admitted that he was too mechanical and was not as good as some country folk in terms of artistic conception.

Those people had never learned calligraphy or painting, but they relied on their own preferences to depict this beautiful landscape on the sand. According to my grandfather's recollection, if these paintings could be transferred to drawing paper, they would surely be elegant and exquisite.

Shao Ziyang had never seen these paintings, and he couldn't quite understand his grandfather's yearning, but he knew very well what his grandfather meant, which was to teach him to learn to lose and be able to afford to lose.

With the protection of his family and the fame of his grandfather, Shao Ziyang himself was indeed extremely talented, so that he had never failed in painting since he grew up, even though everyone said that there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

But compared with his peers, he is far behind others.

"start!"

After the eunuch made the announcement, neither of them unfolded the drawing paper.

Shao Ziyang habitually checked all the tools on his desk before sitting down to think.

But Qiao Xiaoqiao took out a wooden box and took out a lot of bottles and jars from it.

"What are you doing? How can you deal with these bottles properly? Aren't you supposed to be painting?"

"Why does it look like you're applying rouge?"

"She's truly a woman. At this critical moment, she still has the mood to do other things."

"She didn't even use the inkstone next to her. Is this really how she paints?"

Those in the inner court all came from wealthy families. Even the women had learned the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting in their boudoirs, so they were all familiar with how to paint. But this Qiao Xiaoqiao was truly strange...

Shao Ziyang has been learning painting since he was a child and has used countless subjects. He has not painted many subjects of prosperous times, but they are enough to support this competition. He mixed the ink and chose the brush, but subconsciously turned his head to look at Qiao Xiaoqiao.

Not only did Qiao Xiaoqiao's inkstone remain motionless, she didn't even choose the brush carefully. She had been doing one thing, which was to arrange some porcelain bottles and then dissolve some powder with water.

All in all, the desk was almost full.

Shao Ziyang chuckled. People in this world have all kinds of hobbies, not to mention painters.

Although he didn't know what Qiao Xiaoqiao was using, he vaguely felt that his trip today would be worthwhile.

From the moment Shao Ziyang started to paint, he completely lost track of his surroundings.

He has already placed himself on the rice paper, continuously pouring out his insights, emotions, and aspirations on the paper.

Qiao Xiaoqiao has been completely immersed in his own world since he stepped onto the stage.

"She...what is she doing?" Princess Yongle was also very curious about Qiao Xiaoqiao. She saw the bottles and jars that the girl took out.

She was already scratching her head just trying to guess what was inside.

Qian Qiansui twitched the corner of his mouth and watched Qiao Xiaoqiao take out the incense burner, insert a stick of incense into it, and finally put his hands together, closed his eyes and bowed.

"It should... probably be something like burning incense and bathing." She was a rough person. If she didn't have any tricks, her calligraphy would look like a dog's crawl. She didn't understand these rituals before painting.

"You have time to pray to the gods now, why did you do that before? Are you waiting for a miracle?"

The wife of Marquis Cheng Xuan passed by with several other ladies around her. She bowed to Princess Yongle and left. Not far away, she said this to the people around her.

"That's right. If you ask me, why should a girl go to a college? She can just hire a female teacher at home to teach her. It's enough for her to be able to manage the household. Why would she even take the imperial examination?"

The people around her echoed her.

"Women, you still have to abide by the laws of nature. Since ancient times, men have been responsible for the outside world, and women for the inside world.

If a woman doesn't think about serving a man all day long, but instead thinks about state affairs, she might rebel against the Heavenly Gang and suffer retribution! She will go to hell after death."

Seeing that Lady Cheng Xuanbo was getting more and more excited, the others covered her mouth for fear of violating a taboo and took her away.

Princess Yongle watched them go away, knowing that they were using this competition to mock her mother.

Her eyes were full of confusion, like a deer at a loss.

Everyone thought her mother was wrong. Even her brother ran away in anger and went to study abroad after her mother ascended the throne.

"They don't know shit. In ancient times, women were in power. It was called a matriarchal clan. They were enslaved for so long that they want to kneel down when they see a man.

What do you care about them?"

Qian Qiansui stood behind Princess Yongle and sneered, "A group of feudal remnants still want to PUA her, the socialist successor?"

Daydreaming!

Princess Yongle saw that she was sincere in her words, and thinking of what the Marquis's wife had done during this period, she knew that what she said was true.

"Haha, that's right, my mother doesn't need their approval!"

Perhaps in an instant, she suddenly understood. Princess Yongle smiled and leaned against Qian Qiansui, hooking her arm and saying.

As she spoke, Qiao Xiaoqiao finally moved. She put the incense aside and arranged the plates filled with various strange powders in order.

Then he picked up a pen, dipped it in the liquid in one of the dishes and started writing. Once he started writing, he never stopped.

Shao Ziyang and Qiao Xiaoqiao, one on the left and one on the right, were silent, immersed in their own paintings, and had no reaction to anything in the outside world.

As time passed, rivers, mountains, red sun and fishing boats slowly emerged on Shao Ziyang's rice paper. However, with just black and white colors, an entire vibrant world was depicted on this blank piece of paper. The idea of ​​a prosperous and peaceful world was fully displayed on the paper.

Qian Qiansui's calligraphy and painting master skills were activated, and his mind was already filled with interpretations of this painting from different angles. Whether it was the brushwork, the composition, or the artistic conception...

Putting aside the fact that he is a master of calligraphy and painting, Qian Qiansui couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "He is so ethereal!"

Of course, Qian Qiansui was not the only one who was affected. The young men from wealthy families nearby who were knowledgeable in calligraphy and painting had already been dancing with excitement and kept sharing Shao Ziyang's achievements since childhood with people around them. They looked so proud, as if these achievements were their own.

Unlike Shao Ziyang, who everyone is optimistic about, Qiao Xiaoqiao is very slow. Not only can no one tell what she is drawing, but she is also seen smearing strange liquids on the paper.

This had no resemblance to the orthodox calligraphy and painting of Tang State, so there were more and more negative comments. Some people even thought that Qiao Xiaoqiao was not painting at all, but was delaying time and being mysterious.