Advise you not to be arrogant

This time Lin An was really angry, Jiang Shu felt baffled, even if he showed this word to An Xingchuan, he would definitely not be able to recognize it!

Jiang Shu tried to talk to him over and over again, but he just ignored him, and he didn't even turn his head. He refused to look at Jiang Shu until the get out of class was over.

In the past, Jiang Shu would stay in Tai Academy to write for half an hour longer, but today Xu Laihong pardoned Jiang Shu for a break.After saying goodbye to Xu Laihong, everyone happily left Tai Academy. Lin An heard no other voices in the huge classroom.

Lin An couldn't hold his breath anymore, and his heart sank vigorously.Okay, okay, I used to wait for you so many nights, but you are fine, just leave without even saying hello?You wolf-hearted thing!

The more Marquis Ding'an thought about it, the more aggrieved he became and panicked, kicked over the stool in a fit of rage, and kicked the table on the right without looking.Accompanied by a loud noise, the bodies of the two people on the right trembled twice, as if awakened from a dream, looking at Lin An with an angry face in horror.

Lin An's eyes that were burning with anger froze suddenly, he squeezed his dry lips and swallowed, and said forcedly, "The former emperor was too mighty, this Marquis couldn't hold back."

An Xingchuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, "I can't help kicking your own desk, A Shu and I are almost falling asleep."

Lin An ignored him and asked Jiang Shu, "Why are you still here?"

Jiang Shu still hadn't slowed down, and said in a daze, "Waiting for you."

Lin An's resentful heart was comforted, but on the surface he took advantage of it and acted obediently, "Did Ben Hou make you wait?"

Jiang Shu frowned slightly, "Master Hou used to wait for grassroots, and grassroots should not be ungrateful."

"If Benhou didn't wait for you before, you won't wait for Benhou today?"

Jiang Shu trembled all over, "Wait!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Lin An was satisfied.Bending down to pick up the overturned stool, and turning over the first page of "Song of Virtue"-there are still many things to come.

Right now Jiang Shu was completely sleepless, he quietly took out the small box from his arms, glanced hesitantly at Lin An, then at the drowsy An Xingchuan.

In the end, he ran to Lin An, opened the small box, and inside was a piece of exquisite pastry, "This is my mother's sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"Don't." Lin An turned his head away, with a disgusted expression on his face.

Jiang Shu thought that Lin An was getting angry with him again, so he took back the box with a dark face, and said coldly, "Then I will give it to someone else."

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards An Xingchuan, and he was grabbed by the back of his lap just as he took a step, "Get back."

Lin An pursed his lips tightly, and slipped Jiang Shuti aside, "This Marquis has nothing to spare."

"!!!"

"Don't force yourself if you don't like to eat." Jiang Shu noticed that Lin An was somewhat resistant to the things in the box.

"Stop talking nonsense, feed it to Ben Hou."

Jiang Shu broke the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in half, and planned to leave the rest to An Xingchuan.

Lin An took his hand and ate in small bites. After swallowing half a mouthful, he suddenly raised his head, looked at Jiang Shu without blinking, and asked, "Have you ever eaten bloody osmanthus cake?" ?"

"You..." Jiang Shu's breath was stagnant, and the hand holding the pastry froze.

"This Marquis has never eaten." Lin An smiled at him triumphantly, "I just don't like to eat this food, but your mother made it very delicious—"

He paused, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he asked in surprise, "You still have a mother?"

"You think I jumped out of a crack in the rock?" Jiang Shu was annoyed.

"Benhou has never heard that there is a young lady in the Xiangfu. I thought your mother had died a long time ago." Lin An looked at Jiang Shu in surprise, "Your father hasn't been back for many years. Didn't you become a widow in the house?"

This sentence pierced Jiang Shu's heart like a needle, and he moved his lips, wanting to refute but didn't know where to start.

Lin secretly sighed, took out the unfinished sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Jiang Shu's hand, and stuffed it into Jiang Shu's mouth, "It's getting dark, your handwriting looks like Benhou's, please copy it for Benhou."

On the second day, Jiang Shu brought all kinds of pastries to An Xingchuan, not knowing whether it was out of guilt for An Xingchuan or something else.