Song Huai'an's face froze, but it is true that this kind of person who is similar to cutting in line or making small means will ask anyone.

Now she's the kind of person she hates.

Song Huaian was still hunched, her face was a little red, but she had no intention of turning around angrily.

She wasn't sure if Song Huaixin had deliberately embarrassed her like this, or if it was just an unintentional act that she hadn't anticipated.

However, since she came, she still walked into the Sheng family in front of Song Huaixin, and she didn't want to leave like this.

"Apprentice Song Huai'an, I've seen the master-"

In the elegant courtyard, the few people sitting upright seemed to be completely unaware of Song Huai'an's existence, and flipped through the scrolls.

"Apprentice Song Huai'an, I've seen the master!"

When Song Huai'an shouted loudly for the third time, the man with the hairpin finally raised his eyes and glanced at it.

"Sheng Mansion only recruits three apprentices every year, and this year's quota is obviously full, could it be that this girl surnamed Song is a student in the coming year and has come to apprentice in advance?"

As soon as these words fell, the two male disciples sitting in the lower seat burst into laughter.

Song Huai'an straightened up and looked at the laughing people, she had no identity, and she had no talent to be proud of, she understood that it was wise to endure humiliation at the moment.

"Sir knows that this is not the case, so why bother asking?"

Song Huai'an looked at the disdainful expression of the middle-aged man on this building and continued.

"My sister Song Huaixin gave me the apprenticeship, I took the apprenticeship and came directly, and the housekeeper also reviewed it before entering the door, I am the fourth apprentice this year, Song Huai'an."

"Huh...... Song Huai'an," the hairpin man sneered, and stretched again, "I underestimated you." ”

"Doing this kind of thing, not ashamed but complacent, and embarrassed to say that you are the sister of that girl with a heart?"

Four pairs of scrutinizing eyes in the courtyard stared at her, some with disdain, some with curiosity, some with indifference, and some with disgust.

It doesn't matter, Song Huai'an told himself.

The dazzling sunlight poured down, shining brightly on the glazed tiles on the roof, Song Huai'an stood alone at the door of Parkson Garden, she squinted at the leafy old locust tree in the courtyard, the tree was full of white flowers at this time, and the wind moved the flowers.

It's really beautiful.

"But sir, this kind of thing you said was not done by Huai'an alone."

"Song Huaixin gave me the post, so she participated, and the Sheng family seal was stamped on the post, so Sheng Jin agreed, I saw you here today, which means that you acquiesced to ......"

"In the end, I am the only one who is the most shameless?"

"What is the reason for this, sir?"

Under the sun, the woman's description looked thin, she just looked calmly ahead, her lips pursed with a bit of stubbornness.

"It's a bunch of nonsense, it's just that there is no distinction between right and wrong, and he actually insults the head of the family, you get out of here!!"

Mu Zeng was angry and vomited blood, his uninhibited and carefree posture was gone, and at this time he pointed to the garden gate, his face full of irrepressible anger.

"Did you hear that, and you still want me to get out?"

Song Huaian stood still, but chuckled.

Generally, it is already this step, why should she continue to wronged herself.

"Sir, you're right, I have the opportunity to come here today through Song Huaixin's relationship, which is really disgusting."

Song Huai'an walked forward slowly, looking at the angry man, and there was no flinching in his eyes.

"But that's it, but it's not my turn to be harsh on me."

"You-"

"Me?"

Song Huai'an looked at the person in front of him with red ears and red ears, his fists clenched, and smiled mockingly.

"If you really want to be an upright person and know that people like me Song Huai'an exist, Mr. should leave angrily for the sake of morality, since he didn't leave, Mr. recognized this arrangement, since he recognized it, why should he humiliate me now?"

There was a terrible silence in the courtyard for a moment, but the sound of a high-five suddenly broke the silence.

"Well said—"

Song Huai'an was ready to be kicked out at this time, and suddenly a shout from the attic made her stunned.

And Ki Zeng, who was originally gritting his teeth angrily, turned green when he heard this voice, and he took a deep breath before bowing to the open window in the attic.

"Second son."

Song Huaixin listened to this salutation, and knew in his heart that the person in this attic should be Sheng Jin's younger brother, Sheng Xuan.

In the book, Sheng Xuan is just a brainless kid.

It's no wonder that he applauded those who scolded his brother.

"Your name is Song Huai'an?"

On the top of the house, the handsome man gently shook the folding fan, looking at Song Huai'an in the courtyard with great interest, and seemed to be completely blind to Mu Zeng who saluted him.

"Yes, I'm Song Huai'an."

Song Huai'an tugged at his sleeves, how Sheng Xuan treated his family was his business, and it had nothing to do with her.

"Okay, Song Huai'an, since Mu Zeng is unwilling to accept you, you will come to worship this son as a teacher, I will guarantee that after a year, you will be ten times more powerful than him Muzeng!"

Listening to this boastful words, Song Huaian was silent for a while.

She doesn't really care about who is better, but if someone can help her, she doesn't have to hold on.

"You are the second son, you have the final say."

"Haha, interesting."

Sheng Xuan leaned against the window and stared at the woman downstairs who was not gentle and cute at all, smiling casually, he hooked his finger downstairs.

"Since you worshiped Master, why don't you come up to serve tea?"

Song Huai'an looked up at the dazzling white-clothed son in the attic, and thought of a lot for a while, such as the princess of the tower, such as Cinderella, in short, it was a mess.

The students who had sat down before watched Song Huai'an walk up to the pavilion, and when they first came, Mr. Mu said that only if they successfully graduated from the school a year later, would they be qualified to enter the attic.

For a while, several people had different thoughts.

"Hmph, it's just a villain's ambition, so remember to take it as a warning!"

When Song Huai'an's figure disappeared completely, Mu Zeng finally reminded his disciple.

"Remember that you are people who learn the arts, not opportunistic rats!"

Ki Zeng's words were loud, and several disciples also respectfully said yes.

Although Song Huai'an had already entered the attic, she also heard the sound outside, and at this time, she was objectively superior, and there was no point in continuing to argue with that person.

There are some things in the world that once they are formed, they are easily unchanging.

For example, faith.

Or prejudice.

Song Huai'an walked all the way down the steps to the highest pavilion, she went all the way up, looked all the way, and the strange flowers and plants in the house simply dazzled her.

Feelings: This is a greenhouse for cultivating flowers and plants?

"What, the little apprentice was stunned?"

Song Huai'an was standing in front of a lily of the valley at this time and carefully observing, she didn't expect this huge Sheng family to value this plant and tree so much.

"Hey, you don't even pay attention to the master?"

Sheng Xuan, who walked to Song Huai'an's side, raised the folding fan and made a gesture to knock on the head of this bad man, who knew that Song Huai'an would not hide, Sheng Xuan finally put the folding fan down after a long time, and then looked at the small flower, hooked his lips and said.

"When you can raise it, will I give it to you as a teacher?"