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"Hey! As soon as you say that, I remember, did you do an errand at the Jingshi garrison before? Do you know that He Junhao? ”

The slightly older guard guarded the right side of the door of the examination room, and at this time he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly to look at his comrades beside him, with a curious expression.

This robe is called Qu Zhenhai, he has known each other for two or three years, originally heard that he was transferred from the Jingshi garrison, his personality is not good, but he is quiet, not like a person in the army.

He secretly glanced at Qu Zhenhai again, remembering that when he had just been transferred from the Jingshi garrison to the painting academy, his comrades went out to eat and drink together to catch him, and there was a usually competitive guy who wanted to take the opportunity to shake off his majesty, and pushed Qu Zhenhai while he was drinking.

This Qu Zhenhai man is thin and small, wearing soft armor on his body as if he was borrowed, more vivid but flexible like a monkey on the mountain, and he didn't see how to move, but he actually threw the big man on his back, and he didn't get up from the ground for a long time.

At this point, everyone gradually realized that the people who came out of the Jingshi garrison were not deliberately bullied at will.

Qu Zhenhai doesn't talk much, but he is also a good person. Therefore, Qu Zhenhai took the initiative to speak today, which made the guards who were comrades feel very strange and a little happy.

So he asked, but Qu Zhenhai didn't answer.

The atmosphere between the two became a little awkward, but fortunately, the upper peak patrolling with a waist knife passed by, and the two of them saluted properly. After a lot of back and forth, this inexplicable atmosphere was unraveled.

"Is the Lord of the Jingshi garrison a name? I've seen it once. looks like a real man, how did he give birth to such a son. That He Junhao. What a shame! Originally, it was not easy for our Xingwu children to get out of a scholar, not to mention that He Junhao was still quite famous in Beijing. But it's good that he actually did such a thing as killing people in the street, and I don't know what kind of punishment the government will sentence...... Ay! But it was a miserable loss of face for his father! ”

Qu Zhenhai listened to the gossip of his colleagues around him, and he didn't mean anything.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the muscles up and down his body didn't move much, and the whole person stood there casually, as if he had settled down.

"You guys who have been in the Jingshi garrison before. Did you hear anything interesting from there? For example, what did Lord Ho Ji think about this, or did he go around interceding for his son, or something? ”

Qu Zhenhai was already silent, looking unprepared to answer.

There was a wind blowing, and the placket of the short hit was blown up and down, but Qu Zhenhai still didn't make any sound.

In the room behind me, the sound of pen and ink has gradually come to mind, probably because there are more and more candidates who have begun to write.

The guard sighed helplessly and silently, and although the lack of an answer made his heart itch a little, the other party refused to say. I can't always ride on the other person's neck and pry his mouth open.

The clouds cut an extremely long white line in the sky, almost splitting the entire sky in half.

The sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the yellowish leaves swaying and colliding with each other.

Why is the sound of leaves colliding called the sound of wind? This. It's really puzzling.

Qu Zhenhai looked at the shadows of the trees swaying on the bluestone slab on the ground, and thought silently.

He was waiting.

He was not in a hurry, just as a yellowish leaf was not in a hurry to fall.

Qu Zhenhai is waiting for the best time. And there is still enough distance from this time.

So. He's not in a hurry......

Chu Feng was not in a hurry, the time for the exam was really long. Half of the time is spent preparing the draft, and after noon, the real work begins to be written, which is the common experience of Fu Lehe and Zhang Fengzhi.

Taking the thinnest wolf hair, Chu Feng dipped it in ink and sketched it on the draft at will. He only drew a general layout, trying to change some details, referring to and contrasting.

Naturally, there were a lot of examiners who were good at coming over to see what kind of stunts this Chu Feng, who had become famous overnight in Fan Lou, had.

But when he saw the draft outlined by Chu Feng, the examiner's brows couldn't help but wrinkle, and his face became a little peculiar.

Bad...... Not really. It's good, it's just that it doesn't seem to be that good...... Why did such a character become famous in one fell swoop on the night of Fan Lou? This is indeed a very strange thing.

Or is he good at people rather than landscapes? But this conjecture is even more strange, there are not too many restrictions on the scientific examination of the art academy, these candidates can basically sign up according to their own wishes, why does he want to apply for a subject that he is not good at?

There is another conjecture, that is, Chu Feng is just hiding his clumsy ...... But this possibility, given that he is now in the examination room, and there are so few people who can see his painting process, this speculation is even more unlikely......

The peculiar facial expression began to flow on the examiner's face one after another, and Chu Feng couldn't feel it.

Fortunately, he had gradually become accustomed to the eyes of others over the past month or so, so Chu Feng scratched his head, exhaled deeply, lowered his head and continued to study carefully.

For him, the autumn of the art academy is a task that must be accomplished. But for Chu Feng's true level, this was not an easy existence.

He couldn't relax, and he didn't dare to relax......

The sound of rustling lingered in the room, the sound of footsteps around him coming and leaving softly, and the occasional sigh sounded in my ears.

The shadows of the trees moved at a very slow pace, moving from the root of one wall to the center and then to the other.

The draft had been completed, and Chu Feng looked at the gull and heron that was parked on the lonely boat, and he always felt a little too boring in his heart. But by this time, he couldn't think of any better layout.

Frowning. Chu Feng knew that he might not be able to reach any real height in terms of surprising and new, and his ability to solve problems could only end here. The rest must be made up for by one's own skills.

Spreading out the real sketch paper, mixing colors and putting down the pen, Chu Feng's eyes showed a very firm and serious look.

His wrists were in the air, soft and relaxed.

This is still an old problem that Mr. Cheng Yuan ordered him to hold the pen for three days and three nights as early as in Hangzhou.

He's done a lot like that.

Enough of them.

The autumn of the painting academy is held once every four years, if you miss it this year. The next time it will be held will be the fifth year of Xuanhe...... Chu Feng didn't know how long the Xuanhe period lasted, and he couldn't even tell if there were five years of Xuanhe in Chinese history. But even if there is, by that time, Jin Bing's war drums have already resounded throughout the Yellow River, does he still have the mood and artistic conception to care about the precious cultural relics and calligraphy and paintings in the hands of Huizong in the palace?

This is the last chance.

It is also Chu Feng's only chance.

So he's serious.

Really serious.

Time slipped by in a hurry, and Chu Feng, like all the reference candidates, had almost exhausted his life's strength and skills, and put all the courage and talent in his chest. Through a fluttering pen, it landed on a thin piece of paper.

"Half an hour to go."

The examiner looked at the setting sun outside and smiled at the candidates in the room.

Most of the candidates had already finished their drawings, especially the young ones sitting at the front. He had finished the painting before noon, and had slept there for two or three nights.

Chu Feng finished the last stroke and put down the pen. Shift your gaze slightly back and examine your finished painting.

Can't be considered very good. But at least it's upper-middle, if your judgment is good. With the painting skills and experience he has shown in this painting, he should be able to be accepted by the art academy.

So, all you need to do now is wait silently.

There is less than half an hour, or an hour...... Chu Feng thought about it, readjusted the ink, took a purple hair, and used Cai Xiang's calligraphy to put Kou Zhun's entire poem in the upper right corner of the painting.

This move, in addition to showing his attainments in calligraphy, is naturally also for the sake of ingenuity.

I have long heard others say that every time the painting of Qiu Yu in the academy, Huizong will personally go through the purpose one by one.

He is now learning the font on Cai Xiang's "Thousand Character Text", and the "Thousand Character Text" was personally donated by Huizong, and the truth is naturally not to be humanized by outsiders.

The sunlight gradually showed a faint dusk, and a pleasant atmosphere began to drift in the autumn twilight.

Outside the door, Qu Zhenhai held a pot of hot tea and carefully brought it to the door.

Tea and some simple refreshments can be supplied to candidates at will, but there are not many candidates who can really eat them, firstly, to avoid frequent compliments, and secondly, they are naturally afraid of accidentally wetting the sketch.

Qu Zhenhai held the hot teapot lightly, and the teapot exuded bursts of heat, so that the examiner hurriedly avoided it, frowning slightly.

Which candidate asked for such hot tea?

This question arose in everyone's minds.

Qu Zhenhai seemed to know the answer, he walked to the window row familiarly, and walked forward steadily with the kettle in his hand.

Chu Feng was still writing quietly, and Yu Guang saw Qu Zhenhai's legs.

Just when Qu Zhenhai was passing by Chu Feng's side, suddenly, Qu Zhenhai seemed to have tripped over something, and the pot of boiling hot water in his whole hand splashed on Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's pupils shrank, he got up as fast as he could, and hurriedly retreated.

A whole pot of hot tea splashed almost not a drop on his drawings, and the tea spread throughout the table, flowing like a waterfall to the ground.

Feeling a hot pain in his right hand, Chu Feng lowered his head and found that the back of his right hand was swelling with blisters at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this time, there is still about half an hour before the end of the autumn festival of the Xuanhe First Year Painting Academy.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )