Those who had left the small study room to prepare for the second round of exams all turned around and saw Chang Sun Huan with a red face and sweating profusely as he looked at the folding fan in his hand.
I saw that the wooden pegs protruding from the handle of the small folding fan were stretched and broken, and the wooden strips of the good fan were protruding outwards like a hedgehog, which looked weird and funny.
"Oh!" Bai Song exclaimed, "Master Changsun, this...this is a treasure bestowed by the emperor, what should I do?"
Damaging a gift from the Emperor is a capital offense!
Changsun Huan's legs were weak. He glared at Bai Song fiercely. He didn't care about the exam and rushed out of the academy. He had to repair the fan immediately.
Changsun Huan left.
The Xie brothers gathered around and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Bai, didn't you make up what you just said? Just to anger that eldest son Huan?"
Bai Song said nothing, and the three of them walked side by side to the previous examination room.
The Xie brothers each found seats next to Bai Song, and were still worried about Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, you took advantage today, and it will be difficult for you to get along later. This eldest son, Sun Huan, is famous in the capital.
There are so many dudes and friends, how can outsiders like us compete with him?"
"Let's wait until he competes with me." Bai Song didn't care at all.
While he was talking, Yu Ji's voice came from the desk opposite Bai Song: "Mr. Bai, if the eldest Sun Huan comes looking for trouble in the future, he can just come to me, Yu Ji. What everyone saw today is that the eldest Sun Huan was the one who insulted me first.
, it is his own fault that he ended up like this."
"Yes!" The little brother next to him also agreed, "You are responsible for your own fault. That Changsun Huan is always bullying others. I hate him to death. You are the first one in the capital who dares to deal with him. Our brothers will definitely protect you."
Unexpectedly, these two good-looking brothers are quite loyal, especially this handsome and beautiful girl, who is so warm-hearted, no wonder they are so good-looking even when they pretend to be men.
Bai Song smiled and the slut handed over his hand: "Thank you, miss... no no... thank you, Mr. Yu."
Although the sound of the word "girl" was short, it was heard by the two people sitting across from each other.
For some unknown reason, both of them blushed, looked at each other, and lowered their heads with guilt on their faces.
This expression made Bai Song even more amused. He was sure that Yu Ji was a beautiful little girl, and she didn't take Changsun Huan seriously. She must have an extraordinary background, maybe she was a princess or something.
"In the future, I have to tease you more... No, I have to flatter you more."
"Everyone be quiet!"
The examiner stood in the crowd and spoke.
After the first round of screening, one hundred people sat down.
There are only a hundred people left. Although there are still three rounds to come, the follow-up process will not take long.
It is already dusk now, and candles have been prepared in the academy. This is the time to stay up late for a night battle.
Just this situation made everyone nervous.
"This second round of exams is about painting. There are no restrictions on subject matter or topics. You just need to paint on site and the time is as long as one stick of incense."
After speaking, the examiner motioned to the young man next to him, who nodded and lit the incense without saying a word.
Painting takes one stick of incense!
Time is very tight, and now there is no time to prepare at all, so we can start directly.
The candidates were all a little confused. Many of them looked at the few green smoke and lost their minds. However, some people had already started to write.
A stick of incense definitely doesn't take enough time to carve out fine brushstrokes, so everyone chose to use large strokes of brush and splash ink to express their freehand brushwork.
Bai Song was laughing happily at this moment, thinking that this time he really hit the question of giving points.
Thinking about it, I took out the charcoal pen I carried with me.
Bai Song carries a lot of these gadgets for daily life with him.
Although Bai Song's calligraphy is not bad, he still likes the feeling of hard pen.
Therefore, Bai Song generally used charcoal pens to write unless necessary.
Of course, the same goes for painting.
For those who study medicine, the most important course is sketching. To understand the structure of the human body, apart from anatomy, you also need to draw.
Bai Song's sketching skills are quite good. In addition, there were not many entertainment activities in ancient times. When he was in Jixian, sometimes he would lock Xiang'er in the room when he was bored and draw Xiang'er's human body. Therefore, Bai Song's painting
The foundation is still there.
Bai Song took the charcoal pen and looked at the girl dressed in men's clothing sitting across from him. He had a goal for painting, and everything that followed came naturally.
Time passed by minute by second, and a slight rustling sound echoed in the examination room. It was the sound of charcoal pen rubbing against bamboo paper.
The candidates were immersed in their paintings and did not pay attention, but the sound quickly attracted the officials of Wenshu Monastery.
The other party stood behind Bai Song and observed silently for a long time. He saw that the girl in Bai Song's painting appeared on the paper, as if she was alive, lifelike, and not half fake.
"What kind of brush are you using? What kind of painting are you painting?"
"This is a charcoal pen, this is a sketch."
"Charcoal pencil? Sketch? Is this really the only thing I've seen in my life? All the literati in Youzhou used this to draw?"
"It should be just me. There is no rule about what kind of pen to use in the exam, right?"
The examiner nodded approvingly: "No problem, as long as you can draw it, why bother using any method? It's just that the girl you drew, why..."
As he said that, the examiner frowned slightly and looked at the student opposite Bai Song who was painting seriously.
Bai Song's words are of a young girl wearing gauze clothes and hairpins. She is sitting at the table and concentrating on painting. Her lowered eyebrows are full of seriousness and elegance. It is so lifelike that it is difficult to tell the truth from the false. It's just that
Why are the appearance and posture so similar to the young master opposite?
Bai Song had finished the drawing, put away the charcoal and smiled at the examiner, and whispered: "Sir, can't you see that the person sitting opposite is a girl? I want to see what this girl looks like in women's clothing.
, it is really a beautiful place.”
The examiner smiled and shook his head, and patted Bai Song on the shoulder teasingly: "All talented people are romantic, you, you! Shhh..."
As he spoke, he made a silent gesture, squatted down, and added in a low voice: "This is the little sister of the Yu family, the grandson of Mr. Bo Shi. Please don't offend me."
Bai Song showed a look of astonishment, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking that it was indeed true.
As a gentle breeze blew by, the last wisp of cigarette disappeared, and the examiner behind Bai Song said seriously: "Everyone stops writing!"
The second round of exams is over.
After a while, everyone's examination papers were put away and then hung neatly on three rows of cotton strings temporarily pulled up in the courtyard.
Everyone’s paintings are reviewed by everyone.
The examiner stood in front of the painting: "Everyone should know that there are only fifteen places for Yongxing College enrollment this time, so each of you has fifteen votes in your hand to vote for the works that you think can pass this round.
.These works have no names, and no one knows who is whose painting, so it is relatively fair. The top 40 people with the most votes can advance to the next round."
After hearing the rules of this round, everyone was a little surprised. They had never encountered an exam that was evaluated by the candidates themselves.
The scene was a bit lively and everyone was discussing.
"Everyone be quiet, communication is prohibited during the voting! If anyone is found to be passing on information, they will be immediately disqualified!"
After finishing speaking, the examiner waved his hand: "Group of five people, each take fifteen votes and start voting. After five people have voted, the next group will continue!"
This round of voting took a long time, and as night fell, lanterns were already lit in the courtyard.
The candidates who voted were all talking about it, and the subject was naturally the most special picture of a beautiful woman among the ninety-nine paintings. Everyone was sighing that it was a rare realistic work in their lives.
The appearance of a realistic painting among nearly a hundred freehand works is really eye-catching.
"Hey, have you seen that painting?"
"Which one?"
"Hey, which other picture could it be? That one looks like a picture of a beauty coming to life."
"Oh, that one!"
"Did you vote for him?"
"Of course I voted! Lifelike and lifelike are not enough to describe it. The brushwork used is unprecedented in my life."
"Not only the brushwork, but also the ink used is extraordinary. I don't know who painted it."
"Yeah, I don't understand. Among the people present, the most famous are those talented people from poor families, but their paintings have long been famous in Beijing, which is not consistent with them at all."
"If it had been done by someone from the capital, it would have been recognized long ago. Since no one has seen it, it must have come from out of town."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... It's hard to imagine that a scholar from outside the country has such a level of talent?"
"What's wrong with it? It's clearly a speculative work! Look at the paper and the pen and ink he used, it's obviously different from ours! I think that kind of work is cheating and there is no vote at all."
"That's right! It's obviously cheating, what's so good about it? It's really ridiculous!"
Bai Song's sketch has caused controversy, with some voting and others not voting.
At this time, a pair of brothers stood in front of the painting, stunned.
"It's so beautiful..."
The little young master pursed his lips gently, his eyes flashing with endless love.
"Little sister, have you seen him?"
The stupid little brother shook his head and gently touched the cheek of the woman in the painting, his eyes full of treasure.
"Then has he seen you?"
The little brother still shook his head.
Yu Ji frowned: "Then how could he draw you so lifelike? It seems like he has been peeking at you."
"Brother, was he really the one who painted it?"
"Who else could it be besides him? I looked up occasionally and saw him looking at you. I didn't know why before, but now I understand."
"Brother, that boy is really awesome. My little sister has never been seen dressed as a woman by a man. When she saw this painting, she seemed to have been completely disgraced by him. It's really embarrassing..."
"Hmph! That boy has definitely figured out your identity as his daughter. Such a painting is clearly teasing you! It's so unbelievable! I'm going to argue with him!"
"No!" The little brother hurriedly called Yu Ji, "Brother, look at how hard he painted, does that mean he really likes my little sister?"
"Little sister, this is just a painting, don't think too much about it."
"Grandpa said that painting can be lifelike only if you put effort into it. How could he paint me so lifelike if he didn't put effort into it? I like this painting... later... you can go get this painting for me later."
