At this time, on the other side, in the middle of the painting...

Lin Yi returned to his drunken forest early, and He Qiao was rarely idle for a while, picked up the brush again, and began to paint.

Self-cultivation is also a way for him to cultivate his mind.

In the afternoon, He Qiao accompanied Su Muqing and walked around the streets of Chang'an City together.

Tomorrow they will go to the academy to report, and Su Muqing is going to buy a few clothes for He Qiao.

He Qiao's clothes are all pure white robes, loose and loose, giving people an uninhibited and chic feeling, if it is paired with a three-foot Qingfeng, or a folding fan, it is like a chic chivalrous man and a son.

It's not that he doesn't look good, it's just that He Qiao is going to Qingyun Academy to be a teacher, but this dress is a little inappropriate, the rivers and lakes are too heavy, and too casual.

He Qiao didn't care about this, it was Su Muqing who had to pull him to buy clothes.

After shopping for an afternoon, Su Muqing finally picked out a few good clothes.

At this time, He Qiao's pure white robe has been replaced by a milky white silk robe, although it is all white, it is different, his robe was pure white before, and now this one is faintly pale yellow, and there are a few purple lines on the robe, which looks quite elegant. Around the waist, a jade pendant that looked quite good hung there.

He Qiao has changed from a young man to a teacher.

Su Muqing made a few laps around He Qiao, and then dragged He Qiao to the antique market and bought a few bamboo secret scrolls that were either "left over from ancient times" or "in the treasure of the emperor".

Naturally, she didn't believe the nonsense of those shopkeepers, she just wanted to buy two old-looking bamboo slips, that's all.

Back in the painting room, He Qiao stood there, his left hand half clenched into a fist, his back behind him, his right hand holding a bamboo slip, a pair of white boots with gold patterns on his feet, and a purple white robe on his body. The long black hair that was scattered behind him was also untied by Su Muqing and tied up in a bun behind him.

He Qiao sighed a little, he was a thief all his life in his previous life, but he actually became a teacher in this life, I'm afraid it's not to... Mistaken children.

At this time, he stood there quietly, motionless, opposite, Su Muqing was holding his treasured pen, splashing ink, depicting the scroll, and she painted He Qiao again.

Su Muqing doesn't know how to paint, she just looks at He Qiao's casual brushstroke, it is a beautiful painting, it doesn't seem to be difficult. When I saw He Qiao, who was bookish for the first time today, I couldn't help but want to leave this scene with a paintbrush.

Unfortunately, after nearly two hours of hard work, until late at night, she couldn't draw anything.

"Okay, Qing'er, I'm going to report to the academy tomorrow, you should go to bed. Saying that, He Qiao walked towards Su Muqing, and he was also a little curious about what Su Muqing had painted him.

Finding He Qiao coming, Su Muqing subconsciously covered the scroll with both hands, and then didn't care about the ink marks on the cuffs, hurriedly folded the rice paper, pursed his mouth, and looked at He Qiao suspiciously, like a little tiger protecting food, extremely cute.

"Let me see how you draw. He Qiao rubbed Su Muqing's hair.

"Don't. Su Muqing shook his head and refused, then folded the rice paper and put it in his arms.

In this regard, He Qiao just chuckled and shook his head, since Su Muqing didn't want him to see it, then he wouldn't be reluctant.

...

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, He Qiao took Su Muqing to the academy...

At this time, at the gate of the academy, the smile on Zhu Youwei's face was about to turn into a flower, he was so happy recently. At this time, he was walking towards the academy with Situ Nian and Huajiao.

He never dreamed that the painting Jiao he had in mind would actually walk out of Situ's house and go to Qingyun Academy to study and become his younger sister. This is great news for Zhu Youwei. Before, Huajiao had been staying in the boudoir, but he had been suffering from not having the opportunity to get close.

The so-called good things come in pairs, in addition to the painting Jiao coming to Qingyun Academy, there is another thing that also makes him very happy, the painter who has always worried him was rejected by Dean Wang of Qingyun Academy and failed to join Qingyun Academy.

"Brother Situ, there is a brother, what a coincidence. From a distance, He Qiao, who was dressed as a scholar, saw Zhu Youwei and Situ Nian with smiles on their faces, and he was in a good mood, so he simply said hello to the two.

After all, in this Chang'an City, he doesn't know many people, and he just happened to meet two here, which is really rare.

In this regard, Situ Nian nodded lightly, and Zhu Youwei, who was smiling all over his face, greeted him with the same enthusiasm.

He Qiao didn't stop here, flashed his identity jade plate and showed it to the two guards guarding the door, and then took Su Muqing into the small world of the academy.

Until He Qiao walked into the academy, the smile on Zhu Youwei's face suddenly froze, he looked like a ghost, and said to Situ Nian: "Am I dazzled, just now, how did I seem to see He Qiao walking into the academy." He was so happy just now, when he heard He Qiao greet him, he responded with a smile, he didn't notice who He Qiao was, plus He Qiao changed his dress, and his temperament changed greatly, Zhu Youwei didn't recognize He Qiao at all, and he didn't suddenly react until He Qiao walked into the academy.

Situ Nian: "..."

He also thought that Zhu Youwei was big enough, or he was in danger and deliberately behaved like this. Unexpectedly, Zhu Youwei really didn't react.

"Just now, that was indeed He Qiao, and besides, he showed his identity token before entering the academy. Situ Nian saw He Qiao take out the identity jade plate and communicate with the two guards before being released.

"Big brother, who is He Qiao, I seem to know you very well, why haven't I heard of it?"

The person just now, with a calm and breezy face, obviously greeted his brother from an equal position, which shows that this person's identity is not lower than his brother. But in her memory, in Chang'an City, there doesn't seem to be a big family surnamed He.

"Well, a friend I met by chance. Situ Nian said vaguely, he didn't know how to introduce He Qiao, he couldn't tell Huajiao, this was the famous artist who painted those two paintings, right?

The three of them also arrived at the gate of the academy at this time, and when they saw the three of them, the two guards were full of smiles and said, "Young Master Situ, you are a promising young master." "For the children of these big families, they naturally know each other as guards, these people, they can't afford to offend, meet these people, just keep enough humility, in case of luck, climb which big tree, that is considered to be a success.

Zhu Youwei nodded, and asked one of the guards: "That person just now, is he an inner disciple or an outer disciple?" What he was referring to in his words was naturally He Qiao, and he only hoped that He Qiao had not joined the inner courtyard. If it's just the outer courtyard, then it's okay, it's basically impossible to encounter it in the future, if it's the inner courtyard, then it's a big problem, and it's necessary for him to make some arrangements.