Zhuxian College is located in Xicheng District, and its geographical location is somewhat remote, but the college is very large.

Mo Yan led the two siblings to get familiar with the environment. Everywhere they went, he automatically turned on the tour guide mode, "This is the Huazi class. Xia Xuan will study here from now on."

Xia Xuan is the name of Yuanbao.

Yuan Bao looked inside, his big eyes flashing, "Sister, look, there are so many peach trees, they smell so good!"

Xia Qianqian smiled faintly.

At a glance, there are many peach blossoms planted in the corners of the courtyard of Hua Zi Class.

This is the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom, with pink, crimson, white... peach blossoms of all colors vying for beauty.

The wind blows, the petals dance lightly, and the fragrance is refreshing. What a beautiful scene in the world!

The teacher of the flower-character class was an old man with white beard and hair, and kind eyes. He stood in front of the desk in the lecture hall, waved to Yuan Bao, and said kindly: "This student, please go to the empty seat over there first and sit down.

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Yuan Bao bowed deeply to the old master, turned around and waved to Xia Qianqian, trotted to the classroom alone, and sat down on the stool obediently.

He was very serious and started to listen to the class.

Yuanbao adapted quickly, and Xia Qianqian nodded with satisfaction.

Mo Yan on the side urged: "Xia Xiazi, I will take you to the Guizi class."

"Mr. Xie."

Xia Qianqian followed closely behind Mo Yan.

During this period, I passed by the Kaizi class and the Fuzi class.

The architectural structures of the four classes at Zhuxian Academy are similar. The only similarity is that each courtyard is dotted with peach trees of various colors.

Maybe the dean here likes peach blossoms.

After a while, the two came to the Guizi class.

Mo Yan stood at the door and called out, "Mr. Yu, there is a new student enrolling today, named Xia Qianqian. She will be handed over to you on the first day she comes."

In the classroom, many female students turned their heads and cast scrutinizing glances at Xia Qianqian.

A figure flashed at the door, and Mr. Yu stepped out of the house.

Xia Qianqian nodded and bowed politely, "Mr. Yu, student Xia Qianqian wishes to send you my regards."

Yu Yinghua's beautiful eyes fell on the person at the door.

The girl in front of me has a small face and delicate features. She is wearing a light pink dress and has a simple bun on her head. There is no embellishment in her hair.

Pearl flowers, silver hairpins, these are the things that my daughter usually wears at home, but she doesn’t have any.

What happened at the door just now has already spread throughout the entire college.

She is curious about what kind of woman can punish Zhu Zirong to the point where he kneels down to beg for mercy and bears a thorn to plead guilty.

Turns out, it’s her.

Yu Yinghua looked at Xia Qianqian, and Xia Qianqian's eyes also fell on her.

This is a female gentleman, about thirty years old, wearing a bright red waistband with a large skirt, a waist, and a plump chest. Her black hair is only tied with a hair tie. As she moves, her black hair pours down.

This woman has lost the immaturity of a young girl, and exudes the charm of a mature woman. Her bright and charming temperament makes people deeply attracted.

If you use flowers to compare her.

Her temperament is definitely not a peony with strong fragrance, but a red rose covered with thorns.

There are very few female teachers in the college, and a man with such a unique temperament is even more unusual.

"Are you literate?"

Yu Yinghua was the first to speak and asked: "Many of the female disciples in the Guizi class have been studying for several years just for enlightenment. Are you sure you can keep up with your studies?"

This gentleman’s concerns are justified.

Xia Qianqian raised her eyebrows and replied seriously: "Although I have never been to a private school, my father taught me calligraphy and writing at home, so I am not completely unenlightened."

"Okay, then you can sit over there first." Yu Yinghua pointed to a place.

Xia Qianqian came to the window seat, took off the backpack behind her, put it at her feet, and sat down.

At a glance, there are about forty female disciples in this class, all in their early teens.

There is a new person in the class, and everyone is casting curious glances.

Xia Qianqian sat upright in her seat, calm and collected, letting people look at her without any stage fright.

In this class, Yu Yinghua talks about painting.

For ancient women, the standard equipment for training them was playing chess, calligraphy and painting.

Paintings are mostly based on ink and wash paintings.

Regarding painting, it has similarities with modern painting composition.

However, ancient scrolls pay most attention to the meaning of a painting.

Yu Yinghua is explaining a painting by a famous artist.

On a small hillside, a shepherd boy held a flute and sat on an ox, playing while slowly heading home.

The students began to discuss the author’s thoughts when drawing the pictures.

Some people opened their mouths and expressed their opinions in a wild way, and the topic gradually went off the rails.

A student stood up and asked: "Mr. Yu, half a month ago, when the major service shops in Jiangcheng held exhibitions, I saw a strange phenomenon."

"A pattern is drawn on the cloth, and when water is splashed, different colors and images will appear. It is really eye-opening."

Someone answered: "Mr. Yu, whether the painting is on paper or on clothes, it is still painting. How do you draw such a pattern with such a different intention? But it is because of the different dyes used?"

Another girl in yellow stood up and said, "If we know the dye configuration and use it to draw it on paper, after passing it through water, will the picture appear different?"

Someone else questioned: "It's really curious whether those scrolls were drawn one by one or in a unified manner."

The girl who first raised the objection lamented: "Painter Li from Xuanya Pavilion also used someone else's name. No one knows who painted those paintings."

Xia Qianqian listened to their discussion and dug her ears and eyes with her fingers in embarrassment.

She did not agree to Ji Zimo and Hu Tang's request to continue painting, and the two of them, in order to prevent her from being disturbed by others, everyone who knew the inside story kept their mouths shut.

Naturally, no one knows about her existence.

As for the mysterious dyes they talked about, she didn't think much about them.

In modern times, these watermarking technologies are relatively mature.

She just used it casually.

Perhaps everyone was discussing things about painting enthusiastically, but she seemed absent-minded.

Yu Yinghua glanced at her and called her by name: "Xia Qianqian, can you tell me your thoughts on this painting?"

Mr. Zai wants to test her!

At Zhuxian Academy, she came here to get gold, but not to become famous.

Under the attention of everyone, Xia Qianqian slowly stood up and said seriously: "This painting must be the little Xu Xian painted by that old gentleman."

"Look, the shepherd boy, the flute, and the old scalper, maybe the next step is to draw the little white snake. The snake catcher captured it, and the little shepherd boy bravely rescued it."

Recently, the story of "The Legend of the New White Snake" has been widely circulated in Jiangcheng, and many students have heard this story.

"Wow haha!"
Chapter completed!