“Dang! Dang! Dang!”
At 3:00 PM, the bell rang for class. The first class in the afternoon was painting.
However, the class was not held in the Class D classroom in Mingde Building, but at the entrance of Jinyi Pavilion in the front yard of the Imperial College.
However, when Bai Yuheng looked at the ginkgo tree in the yard in front of him, which was so bare that only a few leaves were left, he saw that his gentle and handsome face was cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wasn't the tree still beautiful and golden in the morning, with fallen leaves dancing in the wind, so desolate and beautiful? How come after just one or two hours, it has become so bare that only the trunk is left?
In the end, Bai Yuheng had no choice but to ask his students to change from watercolor painting to ink painting.
Hua Qingcheng, the "culprit" of the "leaf killing", had never expected that the handsome man she saw taking a bath in Anxiang Pavilion in the morning was actually her painting teacher.
"Have you never learned to paint before?"
Bai Yuheng looked at the pattern on Hua Qingcheng's drawing paper, which was impossible to make out, and his throat couldn't help but churn slightly.
He felt that if he continued to teach his student, he would vomit blood!
"I haven't learned it." Hua Qingcheng answered truthfully.
Although Hua Qingcheng can draw sketches and oil paintings vividly, she is really not good at ancient style paintings like ink painting and watercolor painting, which do not seek to resemble the form but only focus on the charm and artistic conception.
"No problem."
"As long as you are eager to learn and work hard, I believe that in time, your painting skills will make great progress."
Bai Yuheng didn't know whether he was comforting Hua Qingcheng or himself, because he had an inexplicable ominous premonition. From now on, his leisurely life would be thrown into chaos and chaos because of this princess of Laifeng Kingdom.
"Good sister, it's okay. At worst, I can help you finish today's homework." After Bai Yuheng walked away, Wu Chen leaned close to Hua Qingcheng's ear and spoke in a low voice.
Bai Yuheng, who was examining other students' paintings, had already heard Wuchen's words, but he glanced at Hua Qingcheng and Wuchen from the corner of his eye. He wanted to see if this princess was an unlearned and dissolute woman, or a diligent and ambitious person.
"Flower Monk, stop it. I have my own hands."
Last night, four men wrote for her, and Mu Lige finally persuaded her with a bowl of vegetable and egg noodles. Hua Qingcheng thought, she can't be lazy anymore and let Brother Li be disappointed in her...
After getting the answer, Bai Yuheng raised the corners of his lips slightly and retracted his gaze from the person behind him.
"Lady, when you paint, you don't have to be too concerned with the specific image of the object and be constrained by the framework in your mind. Ink painting requires freedom of expression. Otherwise, your painting will appear dull and soulless."
Before the get out of class ended, Bai Yuheng saw the homework that Hua Qingcheng handed in, and while covering his slightly aching heart, he made a rather considerate comment.
Her paintings don't have the spirit and spirit of a real person, and they don't even have the form that painters pursue!
Finally, Bai Yuheng punished Hua Qingcheng by asking her to go back and find a tree at random, draw a new one, and hand it in tomorrow morning.
"Xiao Qingcheng, don't worry. Let alone one, even eight or ten paintings would be a piece of cake. Just go back and ask Si Huli to paint for you. I can have as many as you want."
During the break, Hua Qingcheng just came out of the toilet, and Han Yichen pulled her aside to comfort her.
"Achen, why did you sneak in again? Don't get caught by the guards!"
Hua Qingcheng poked Han Yichen's chest with her index finger, but he grabbed her tightly.
"Xiao Qingcheng, don't worry. I, the Third Brother, am using the Ancient Tomb School's Qinggong, which is as fast as lightning. They won't be able to find me, let alone catch me."
Han Yichen, having secured a job at the Imperial College, was delighted. However, he didn't plan to tell Hua Qingcheng immediately, preferring to give his young wife a big surprise tomorrow...
Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this. She wondered what Long Yitian would feel when he knew that his son used the Tomb School's superior martial arts to "pick up girls"?
Also, Sister Yang and Long Yitian should be back in the ancient tombs of Zhongbei Mountain, living a life like a fairy couple, right? I'll go see them someday when I'm free...
After coaxing Han Yichen away, Hua Qingcheng came to the training ground because the second class was archery.
The teacher of the archery class of Class Dizi Ding was also Xia Houyu, who was dressed in a crimson-purple suit, with his black hair tied up high and a headband of the same color as his clothes.
"Attend class!"
Xia Houyu shouted in her powerful voice.
"Hello, teacher!" the students in Class D shouted in unison.
"You haven't eaten yet? Louder!"
As usual, Xiahou Yu swept her sharp gaze over the students in Class D. When she saw Hua Qingcheng at the side of the third row, a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.
Hua Qingcheng had luckily avoided the trap set by the horseback riding class, but it was hard to say what would happen with the archery class this time. After all, arrows don't have eyes, and there are always chances of accidental damage. If she made a mistake in her operation, she couldn't blame anyone else...
"Class is now beginning. Students of Class D, listen up! Form five columns in front of the starting line and stand in line!"
Following Xia Houyu's order, the students in Class D immediately lined up as instructed. As before, Hua Qingcheng was placed in the last group according to her seat.
"Now, let me demonstrate this to you all. First, when shooting, you should face your left shoulder toward the target, stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, place your center of gravity on your feet, and lean your body slightly forward..."
Xiahou Yu glanced at everyone and continued, "Nock the arrow properly. Put your fingers on the string. Place your index finger on the nock, and your middle and ring fingers below the nock..."
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