During class, Qiao Zhizhi was about to give an explanation when she suddenly saw a figure enter and casually choose a table to sit down.
This is her teacher, Mr. Tan.
Qiao Zhizhi immediately stepped down from the podium and bowed respectfully to Mr. Tan: "Teacher is back. How can I sit here? Please go back to your residence first. I will visit you and ask for your guidance after I finish this class."
Mr. Tan just smiled and said, "The kind of painting you figured out on your own is very interesting. I haven't had this realization for many years. In this respect, you are my teacher. I also want to see how to get started and I am willing to learn. Since we are all learning to paint, we should only seek to improve and not be bound by these things. You can talk about yours."
Mr. Tan's words filled the students in the classroom with awe.
In a society that values respect for teachers and upholds strict rules, it is truly remarkable that a highly respected teacher would set aside his airs and voluntarily sit down to listen to his students' lectures.
Qiao Zhizhi didn't dare to be negligent, so she moved a chair over and placed it next to the podium.
"Teacher, please sit here so you can see more clearly. I have many questions for you. You specialize in ink wash painting, but all paintings in the world strive to depict objects realistically. They all come from the same principle. I would like to hear your teachings."
Seeing how sensible her disciple was and how much respect she received, Mr. Tan felt a warmth in his heart. For some reason, this time when she came back, he felt that Qiao Zhizhi seemed to have matured a lot and seemed to have gained the wisdom of a few years older.
Not wanting to put his disciple in a difficult position, he followed her advice and sat down next to the podium, thus avoiding any criticism of his disciple.
After class, the teacher and student went home together.
"Actually, teacher, I didn't figure this out myself. I don't have that much insight."
Mr. Tan was somewhat surprised: "That's—"
Qiao Zhizhi mentioned Qiao Lian'er and recounted all the turmoil. Fortunately, the storm has now subsided. She is now teaching painting classes and can sell several thousand taels of silver every day, sometimes even tens of thousands of taels.
She became a rich woman.
"I never imagined so much would happen while I was gone. I'm so sorry to have troubled you."
"I never imagined that among all the talents of the princess, there is one talent in painting. Most people can only learn one aspect, and they will never have to worry about anything in this life."
Mr. Tan was deeply moved.
She even felt that Qiao Lian'er was like someone from another world.
Qiao Zhizhi held back with the wealthy young men and women who came to her classes, but she shared everything she knew with her own teachers.
Nowadays, the master and apprentice learn from each other and are more like close friends despite their age difference.
Two months passed, and the triennial autumn exams were upon us.
The day before the exam, a carriage stopped outside the Qiao family compound, and a figure stepped out.
Song Ruier looked up at the two characters "Qiao Mansion" on the lintel of the gate and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Coming here will make him even more competitive. This exam is his first step into officialdom. He will remember the glory of the Qiao family and perform even better in the exam.
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