Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but Youhuang deliberately paused, and it became [How dare you give it to me], which successfully angered the other party.

"Chu Youhuang, why are you so proud? Believe it or not, I will teach you a lesson." The girl stood up quickly. Youhuang said without even turning her head, "I have a piece of advice for you. If you fight in the palace school, you will be publicly criticized. If you leave the palace school, you will be beaten by me."

Faced with the naked threat, the girl did not back down and shouted, "It's not certain who will beat whom. See you in the swordsmanship class tomorrow."

You Huang said without even turning his head: "Don't worry, I will let you know tomorrow that my swordsmanship is better than my looks, and I will definitely beat you until you kneel down and beg for mercy."

After returning to his seat, Youhuang checked secretly to make sure no one had tampered with anything before sitting down.

Shen Huaiyue turned around and whispered, "I was almost scared to death by you today. How are you going to thank me, your cousin?"

"Madam Hou has prepared a thank-you gift for you."

You Huang brought the bookcase over, took out ten purses from it and said, "I'll give them all to you to compensate for the harm you suffered today."

Shen Huaiyue opened a purse and took a look. She looked at Youhuang with a shocked expression and asked, "Are you sure this is a thank-you gift from my aunt, and not something you are trying to bribe me with?"

"What's in there?"

Youhuang looked at her expression and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Shen Huaiyue took out a pair of teardrop-shaped white jade earrings and a ruby ​​ring.

"What is Madam Hou thinking, giving you these useless things?" You Huang couldn't help but complain after seeing it: "Too vulgar, if you want me, I will give you the four treasures of the study."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shen Huaiyue glanced at him and said, "I think it's too expensive. My aunt is really willing to spend money on you. The things in one purse are enough for ordinary people to live on for a year."

"The problem is that you and the people here don't lack these things."

You Huang said disapprovingly: "If it were me, I would give you peach blossom paper, a refreshing sachet or something like that."

Peach blossom paper is a kind of paper with flower petals, used by women in the boudoir to send letters to each other. Unfortunately, the annual output is extremely low, so even if you have money you may not be able to buy it.

"There are exactly ten purses..." Shen Huaiyue counted the purses and asked, "Could it be that my aunt specially prepared these for you to bring as a gift to everyone? Why did you give them all to me alone? I am letting my aunt down."

"Are they worthy of my gifts?" You Huang sneered and asked, "If you don't go back, I will throw it to the beggars on the street."

"You are such a love-hate thing."

Shen Huaiyue poked Youhuang's forehead and reluctantly took the purse.

Perhaps in my previous life, my impression of male painters was that they had shoulder-length hair with bangs covering one eye. Most of them had either a cold or melancholy temperament, and their clothes were either casual or sloppy.

During class, Youhuang suddenly saw a neatly dressed, handsome and bookish man standing there. He was actually a little uncomfortable with it.

Fang Mo came in empty-handed, stood up and said, "It's still the same old rules, the first painting class of the new semester: you can paint a picture freely, no restrictions on painting methods, no restrictions on themes. I'll see if the old students have made any progress, and I'll see how the new students are doing with their basic skills. Let's get started."

This simple opening remark made Youhuang look at this gentleman in a different light.

"What is this gentleman's name?" You Huang asked Shen Huaiyue in a low voice while spreading the drawing paper.

"Mr. Fang's surname is Fang, his given name is Mo, and his courtesy name is Feibai." Shen Huaiyue introduced in a low voice: "Mr. Fang is a very famous painter in the Fuguang Dynasty. His paintings are collected in the palace. Among the people, his paintings and calligraphy are even more valuable. They have even been auctioned at the No. 1 Building."

You Huang said softly, "Oh!" and asked curiously while spreading the paper, "Why is the paper used for painting the same as the paper used for writing?"

"It's always been like this." Shen Huaiyue didn't take it seriously, but when she saw Youhuang put down another layer of paper, she asked in confusion, "Why do you put down two layers of paper? What's the use?"

"It is used to absorb water and prevent color leakage."

You Huang answered casually, thinking to himself that this was another way to make money.

I will find some time to make raw rice paper, cooked rice paper, and felt, and I should be able to make a small fortune.

"What are you planning to paint, landscape again?" Shen Huaiyue thought of Youhuang's landscape painting and thought that landscape painting was what she was good at.

"I haven't thought about it yet." You Huang answered truthfully.

Don’t think that not restricting painting methods or subjects is a good thing. The more this is the case, the harder it is to choose.

Youhuang turned his head and looked out the window, hoping to find some inspiration from outside, but he only saw snow-covered tree trunks and the light blue between the snow and the sky.

Looking at that touch of light blue, I suddenly thought of the joke I made in my previous life.

In her previous life, she always thought that moon white was the color of the moon in the sky. Later, after looking up information, she found out that moon white is a very light blue.

Thinking of this, Youhuang began to adjust the colors.

Two lines of poetry flashed through my mind, and suddenly I had a theme with suitable colors.

“What color is this?”

Youhuang was so engrossed in painting that she didn't notice Fang Mo was standing behind her.

Suddenly hearing a voice coming from behind, my body stiffened slightly instinctively, and I turned around and said, "Sir, I call it Moon White."

Moon white?

Fang Moyou asked doubtfully: "It's obviously a very light blue?"

You Huang thought for a moment before answering, "When I finish the painting, you will know why it is moon white."

"You draw it."

Looking at the blue known as moon white, Fang Mo felt a little expectant.

After talking to Youhuang, he came to Shen Huaiyue and asked softly, "What are you going to draw?"

"Red plum blossoms in the snow."

"it is good."

Fang Mo did not favor one student over another. He would ask questions and give guidance to every student.

He would point out everyone's problems one by one, such as the wrong strokes, unclear composition, and poorly adjusted colors.

Youhuang did not pay attention to others. After composing the picture, he dyed the first layer of color along the lines. Through the changes in color depth, he expressed the outline of the ink painting. The most time-consuming part is not dyeing, but waiting for the dyed color to change from wet to semi-dry.

Fortunately, it is winter now and the air is drier so the painting dries a little faster, but it is a bit risky to finish the painting before the get out of class ends.

As time went by, some people had started to complete their works. Even Shen Huaiyue began to write inscriptions on the painting, preparing to complete her painting of red plum blossoms in the snow.

Fortunately, Youhuang finally thought of a way to cheat. In addition to replacing the paper underneath every time dyeing, he also used his internal force to speed up the evaporation of the color moisture.

After several rounds of dyeing, you can see what her content is: a vast desert under the moonlight.

When the class was about to end, everyone except Youhuang had finished their paintings, so Fang Mo stood behind Youhuang and watched her paint.

Naturally, other people came as well, but they were there to see the fun.

If the work is not completed before the end of get out of class, no matter how good the painting is, it will not get an A, and it is said that her grades cannot be taken away.

After handing in the painting, Shen Huaiyue also came over to watch. When he saw the picture, his expression was shocked and confused. He didn't understand why the desert was blue-gray. He wanted to ask but didn't want to disturb Youhuang while he was painting.

Finally, when the paint was completely dry, Youhuang picked up his pen and wrote the inscription: The desert sand is like snow, the moon in Yanshan is like a hook.