Survive, the rules of rebirth for the villain witch

The desert sand is like snow, and Yanshan is like a moon.

The moment the inscription came out, the desolate atmosphere of the desert under the moonlight hit me in the face.

Fang Mo studied You Huang's paintings, then glanced at You Huang, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Have you ever been to the desert and seen the Yanshan Moon?"

Youhuang knew that Yanshan Mountain existed. She had walked there herself in her previous life. It was the only way for a marriage alliance. She quickly experienced the desolate and vast desert, and then she understood why the moonlight was such a light and cold blue.

Staring at the picture, You Huang thought for a moment and said, "The students have seen relevant descriptions in books and imagined the pictures based on the descriptions."

Looking at the blue color being rendered layer by layer, Fang Mo couldn't help but remind him while sighing: "The layer-by-layer coloring method is the most time-consuming. You knew to save time during the assessment, but why didn't you know to save time today?"

You Huang sighed helplessly and said, "Before I started drawing, I didn't know it would take so much time."

"What a great painting! It's so beautiful! Huang'er is really amazing."

Shen Huaiyue praised generously, saying that his own paintings were too ordinary compared to Youhuang's.

Both the subject matter and the painting method lack novelty. Is this the benefit of living outside, that there is always endless inspiration?

Fang Mo thought for a moment and said, "After class, leave your paintings on the table. I will collect them and frame them for you all. I will hold an exhibition for you at the Painting Association in the spring and invite famous painters to comment on your work."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a cry of grief at the scene.

Someone said with a painful look on his face: "If I had known that there would be an exhibition, I would have painted with all my heart just now."

After hearing this, Fang Mo patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your work may not be selected. Keep working hard next time."

"It's time to go home after school. Don't keep your family waiting for too long."

"Goodbye, sir!"

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Fang!"

"..."

Everyone said goodbye to Fang Mo.

"Chu Youhuang, don't touch the remaining paint yet."

Fang Mo saw You Huang was about to clean the palette, so he hurriedly stopped her and said, "I want to study your method of mixing colors."

You Huang responded and put down his things, and began to pack his bookcase: "Mr. Fang, please study slowly. I will take my leave first. See you next class."

"goodbye!"

Fang Mo waved his hand without even looking up, signaling her to leave quickly.

"Wait..." Fang Mo stopped You Huang and said, "Mr. Yan Rong asked me to ask for him: What kind of picture is the solitary smoke in the desert and the setting sun on the long river?"

"The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river."

Youhuang was in a hurry to go home, so he recited the original poem casually.

He picked up the bookcase and said to Shen Huaiyue who was waiting beside him, "Cousin Huaiyue, let's go."

Without noticing Fang Mo's stunned expression, You Huang asked after leaving the classroom: "Cousin Huaiyue, who is the female student who opposed me?"

Shen Huaiyue smiled and said, "Guo Qianxue, her father is Guo Bin, the Minister of War. According to the old rules, if a new person joins the Intermediate Class 1, it means that the student with the worst grades among the original students has to leave, and that person happens to have a good relationship with Guo Qianxue."

"That person didn't say anything, why is Guo Qianxue trying to be the first to speak out?"

After You Huang finished his ridicule, he asked, "Who is that person at the bottom, and why would Guo Qianxue help her out?"

Youhuang had no impression of the other eight girls in the class except Shen Huaiyue and Guo Qianxue. But since Guo Qianxue could stand up for her, her family's status in Tiandu must be higher than that of the Guo family.

"Could it be the girl from the residence of the Minister of Rites?"

"How do you know?" You Huang casually pointed to someone, shocking Shen Huaiyue.

"That's not hard to guess." You Huang said disapprovingly, "It's hard for the fathers to do anything in the court, so let the younger generations take sides in the palace school."

"You mean someone is using the younger generation to form a clique for personal gain." Shen Huaiyue looked at Youhuang in surprise. Youhuang said disapprovingly, "What's so strange about this? This is the case in the Fuguang Dynasty. If you and I walk together, in the eyes of others, it will be an alliance between the Duke of Qi and the Marquis of Wushen."

"We are obviously related by blood..." Shen Huaiyue immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it, forget it. I shouldn't ask about the affairs of the court. I should think about the poem Huang'er just wrote."

“I didn’t write poetry.”

Youhuang was shocked when he heard this. How could something he just said casually become a poem?

Shen Huaiyue said enthusiastically: "The desert is filled with solitary smoke, and the long river is filled with round sunsets. These two lines of poetry bring to mind the images, but I always feel that the words straight and round don't sound poetic enough."

When Youhuang heard this, he knew there was a big misunderstanding.

Although these two sentences are indeed poems, she was not really writing poetry when she just said them casually.

He explained helplessly: "Mr. Fang asked me that, so I just said it casually. My cousin thought that these two words were not good, so why not go back and think of two more words to replace them."

"You need to think carefully. How can smoke be straight..."

Shen Huaiyue walked outside while thinking, but the image of the lonely smoke rising from the desert kept appearing in his mind.

You Huang tried to defend himself, "I just said it casually. How about I go back and ask the Marquis? He has been guarding the border town all the time, so he should have seen similar scenes."

After being out for a whole day, Youhuang felt like going home. He hugged the book box to his chest and strode forward. When he was about to walk out of the door, he suddenly heard a cry behind him. He turned around and saw Shen Huaiyue falling to the ground.

"Cousin Huaiyue."

You Huang immediately rushed back, squatted down and asked: "Did you fall anywhere?"

Shen Huaiyue said quickly: "I'm fine, I was just distracted by something and didn't notice my feet and fell."

You Huang pulled Shen Huaiyue up and patted the dust off her school uniform: "You are so lost in thought that you don't even look at the road. Take a few steps and see if you have sprained it."

"I'm still thinking about those two lines of your poem..."

“I didn’t write poetry.”

Shen Huaiyue was talking about poetry again, and Youhuang immediately corrected her.

"What poem is that? I want to hear it too." An unpleasant voice came from someone who was still in the voice change period, and Shen Huaiyue immediately stood up straight.

"Your servant Shen Huaiyue pays respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Shen Huaiyue bowed while secretly pulling You Huang's sleeve: "Huang'er, quickly pay respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh, meet your highness the Crown Prince."

You Huang bowed to the Crown Prince in a very perfunctory manner.

She was afraid that the proper ceremony would cause His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to be struck to death by thunder after accepting her gift.

"No courtesy, get up."

As soon as the prince spoke, Youhuang stood up straight.

Shen Huaiyue also stood up and said, "Your Highness, it was just that Sister Youhuang said two lines of poetry that made this subject lost in thought for a moment."

“I didn’t write poetry.”

Youhuang tried to explain himself again, but even the prince knew about it, so he couldn't explain it clearly.

Shen Huaiyue ignored her and said, "Sister Youhuang said, 'The smoke is straight in the desert, the sun is round in the long river'. After hearing this, I can't understand why the smoke is straight, and the word 'round' doesn't sound very poetic."

When You Huang heard this, he immediately said, "What I said was not a poem in the first place, so of course it has no poetic meaning?"

When the people nearby saw the prince appear, they had already gathered together to watch the fun. When they heard Shen Huaiyue reciting "The desert is filled with lone smoke, the long river is filled with round setting sun", they also thought that these two lines of poetry were very wonderful. When they raised their doubts, they felt that it was indeed so. However, they wanted to replace them with two more words, but could not find a more suitable one.