On the stage, each of the seven students began to paint seriously, and here An Wan sat lazily in his position, looking a little unattended.

"Wanyun, are you alright?"

Nong Feng slowly approached and spoke softly.

An Wan is a person who can't hold his anger, and he was targeted by these people in public today, and he hasn't had a seizure on the spot, Nongfeng is worried that the female doll will be angry.

With his understanding of An Wan, if he is angry in his heart, it is better to vent it, but if she will do something in the future, no one really guesses.

If An Wan makes a fuss, it is estimated that none of the people in this courtyard can stop it, and the only one who can stop it......

His gaze fell on the pillar that did not speak, and then he retracted his gaze, and quickly drove his terrible thought out of his mind.

The idea of expecting the pillar to do things in Anwan is simply terrifying, not to mention that this aunt and grandmother have no seizures now, even if they do, the pillar is the one who wants to be a pioneer in the out-and-out way......

After all, it was a mud pit, and he still knew this.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and Nong Feng quietly put the pastry in front of An Wan in front of him and spoke:

"I tasted good pastries today, eat more?"

More than ten years of experience in a mud pit told him that there are only two ways to avoid losing your temper:

First, be full!

Second, eat to your heart's content!

And what he has to do now, just in case, is to feed her first, and then feed her!

An Wan glanced at the pastry handed over by Nongfeng, and twisted a piece casually and put it in his mouth.

I chewed it lightly, raised my eyebrows, and today's pastry tasted really good.

After nodding her head in agreement, An Wan once again reached out and pinched the pastry and stuffed it into her mouth.

His eyes were fixed on the two plates of pastries of different colors, and An Wan thought:

He had thought that the pastries on each table were the same, but now he noticed that the pastries on the table of the man and the woman were different flavors.

However, both of these pastries taste good.

The woman in the white dress did not disappoint her, and things were going in the direction she expected, and An Wan felt that she was in good spirits at the moment.

It was actually with a small tune in his mouth, and he twisted up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Nongfeng next to him saw that An Wan had eaten three pastries in a row in a short period of time, and his heart was relieved, and he felt that what he was worried about just now should not happen again.

Recently, he set his eyes on the pastries on the pillar table, and after looking at the other party, he directly raised his hand to take the pastries on the table and gently put them on An Wan's table.

And this was taken away from the owner of the pastry - the pillar

It was as if he hadn't seen Nongfeng's small movements at all, and at the same time he didn't know anything about his pastries being taken away.

The people on the stage continued to paint, and at the same time, the main people in the audience did not relax in the slightest.

Although the poetry club is a poetry club, it is not only poetry that can be appreciated, in the rest of the assessment, if it is a painting, chess skills are very brilliant, it can still be recognized by everyone.

Therefore, painting and playing chess are also very important.

There are a total of three items in this poetry competition: poetry, painting, and chess, and now the most important thing at the end of a written test is that the winner has been obtained.

Nowadays, if other academies want to change their rankings, they must work painting and chess.

This is the leader of the painting and chess. Although it is not as admirable as the leader of poetry, and is valued by the imperial court, if you can really get the leader of chess and calligraphy and painting.

Then this person's status in Yingjiang Town in the future will definitely not be small.

In the border areas, education is already scarce, and there are naturally very few such scholars.

Offstage, Huang Chengwan looked at the woman in white sitting beside Dong Guohua not far away, the boss with a pair of eyes open.

This was the news that shocked him very much, and after a while, she trembled and took the hand of the maid beside her and muttered:

"Qian'er, did you hear what Sister Caihuan said just now?"

The maid standing beside Jiang Chengwan looked at his face a little cautiously, opened and closed her mouth, and after hesitating for a long time, she spoke:

"Miss, I don't know if the slave should say something?"

"You say."

Jiang Chengwan only felt that her head was messed up now, since she knew Sister Caihuan, she knew that Sister Caihuan was a gentle and forgiving girl.

Previously, when the new policy was not enacted, women were not allowed to go to school, but in this case, she was still studying desperately.

He was not allowed to enter the school, so he secretly climbed out of the window.

Every year, it was so persistent that this year, girls were allowed to go to school.

For the sake of learning, he has sacrificed a lot, and even his most precious things have been taken away for the sake of learning.

She had always admired her in her heart, but what did she just say?

That girl doll from the countryside has always had no grievances with her, but she is really trying to find a way to let the students of the entire Lishan Academy trap that hillbilly.

And what do you say to the father and son who is not a long-faced man? If this time is successful, then this An Wan will definitely not be able to run away?!

"Qian'er." Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Jiang Chengwan gently pulled her to speak.

Qian'er listened to Jiang Cheng's words in the evening.

Seeing Qian'er coming in, Jiang Chengwan looked in An Wan's direction, stretched out a hand to block his mouth, and whispered:

"You ......"

Jiang Chengwan's voice was very small, and Qian'er listened carefully.

After less than two minutes, Qian'er straightened her waist, leaned slightly, looked in An Wan's direction, and then turned to leave after bowing to Jiang Chengwan.

Soon it disappeared into the night.

On An Wan's side, Zhuzi saw the interaction between Jiang Chengwan and her maid over there, glanced at An Wan cautiously, and after finding that the other party didn't find out, he quietly got up and left.

Today's An Wan is too abnormal, he has suffered so much in this ring, and now there is no sign of an attack, and now this situation is that whoever bumps into it is unlucky.

I met the woman in yellow in the garden today, although she was a domineering and unreasonable person, but she didn't look like a bad person.

But coincidentally, the two had a conflict.

At this moment, the woman didn't have to think about it, it must have been because she saw An Wan lose face, so she did it deliberately, she would just ask his little maid to come over and say a few sour words, just a moment of quick tongue.

If he really hit the muzzle of the gun at this time, he would be tortured and cried by An Wan, and he should now find the little maid immediately and tell him not to provoke An Wan everywhere as she said.