Fast-crossing boss: save the sick, petite and pitiful

Chapter 167

"Jifu." Pei Yu said impatiently.

After touching the anger in the young master's eyes, Ji Fu quickly pulled the willow branch away.

"Wife master." Pei Yu's dark pupils looked closely at Nan Wan, as if he wanted to put Nan Wan in his eyes.

"This is the second time."

Obviously it sounded out of tune, but Nan Wan understood it.

The first time, she fell down, and Liu Zhi reached out to help her up.

"I didn't do anything to offend you." Nan Wan assured.

"My wife, I won't allow such a thing to happen again." Pei Yu gritted his teeth.

In this world, which man can stand his wife being coveted like this?
What's more, Nan Wan said before that there will only be one of him in this life.

During this period of time, Nan Wan's care not only failed to remove the demons in his heart, but instead made them breed and his greed became more vigorous.

Such a good wife should belong to him, and no one can touch her.

"Okay." Nan Wan stretched out his hand, gently wiped away his tears, and looked at him seriously, with the spring breeze of March hidden in the brows, gentle.

"I'm going to study in the study, does Fulang want to come with me?"

"Ah."

Pei Yu nodded, turned his eyes away: "I'll go."

Early the next morning, the prime minister's mansion arrived with a carriage.

When Nan Wan sat on it, Pei Ling was pretending to be reading a book.

"What do you see me doing?" Pei Ling asked in surprise seeing Nan Wan's gaze was on her hand.

"You took the book down."

After saying this, Nan Wan looked at her heart and did not pay attention to her expression at this moment.

Pei Ling was ashamed and embarrassed, and threw the book aside resentfully.

"Nanwan, don't think that I will help you if you marry my younger brother. If you don't behave well during this trip to Mingyuan, I will..."

"Thank you sister." Nan Wan thanked solemnly.

"Humph."

Pei Ling snorted coldly and picked up the book again.

The Ming Garden is called a garden, but it is actually a small courtyard.It used to be the residence of an eminent monk. After the eminent monk passed away, this small courtyard was transferred to the academy and became a holy place for students to study.

"Saichang."

Along the way, the students wearing square scarves all saluted Pei Ling.

"Master, is she?"

The students who were closer to them all looked puzzled when they saw a person behind Pei Ling.

Pei Ling has a haughty personality, and he doesn't take people with him easily, and all the people he takes with him are talented people.

Does this person have great talent?
Pei Ling didn't explain, and pulled the Nan arm straight to the south side and sat down.

After a while, an old man in a green shirt appeared in the courtyard.

The students immediately stood up and saluted.

"This is the dean of the academy." Pei Ling whispered, "If you are valued by her today, you can stay."

Ming Yuan is a talented friend, if Nan Wan can't show his skills, he may be kicked out.But as long as this person disagrees, others cannot.

Nan Wan smiled wryly, how could it be so easy?
The dean is fifty-one years old and has taught for twenty years.With this person's knowledge, it is not ordinary people who can make her see it.

"I'll introduce you later." Pei Ling said softly.

Nan Wan is someone she brought with her, if she is kicked out, she will lose face.

The dean laughed and said: "Today, there is a question for the test. After three days' farewell to the speakers of "Three Kingdoms", they will treat each other with admiration. Everyone solve the question."

After the words fell, the students lowered their heads and rubbed their ink, ready to answer.

Nan Wan followed suit and picked up a pen and paper from the side.

"Student, come forward." The dean suddenly walked to Nan Wan's side and knocked on his desk.

Pei Ling gave Nan Wan an encouraging look, lowered her head and concentrated on grinding the ink.

Nan Wan was puzzled and looked around.

The students who answered were relieved when they heard that they were not the ones called by the master, and gave Nan Wan a sympathetic look.

Nan Wan also half-guessed that this was not a good thing, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and sit in front of everyone.

"I have another four-book question, this student will solve the four-book question!" The dean smiled at everyone, and then she said in a voice that only Nan Wan could hear: "Your mother was the number one scholar back then. Don't embarrass your mother."

Nan Wan turned her head and looked at the dean in surprise.

She didn't expect that the dean was her mother's best friend.

From this point of view, the two are friends who have forgotten each other.

The dean suppressed the corners of his mouth and got up to observe the students around him.

Except for a few students who were particularly confident, everyone else frowned and looked embarrassed.

The dean chuckled, and happily returned to his seat and sat down.

Nan Yuan said that her daughter is very intelligent, she wants to see it today, is it true or not?
After half a stick of incense, the time is up, and the students put down their pens one after another.

The dean was the first to look at Nan Wan's answer sheet.

Whether it is commenting on articles or ancient poems, the first thing you look at is words.

A good handwriting, in the imperial examination, can be given a little more points as appropriate.

Nanwan's handwriting is limp, without any bones.

There was a trace of disappointment in the dean's eyes. It seemed that Nan Yuan was exaggerating after all.

Seeing this, Nan Wan's expression was calm.

She came from modern times, and what she practiced was the calligraphy of contemporary masters.

In modern times, her handwriting can still be praised.But in ancient times, compared with the ancients who were good at calligraphy, it seems ordinary.

The dean continued to read patiently.

Seeing this, she was stunned.

Nanwan's writing style is mediocre, not very brilliant.But breaking the topic is very innovative, and the meaning is profound.

After a few glances, she suppressed the excitement in her heart and got up to look at other people's answer sheets.

Pei Ling's performance was as brilliant as ever, and there were no loopholes in his words.

In addition to her, there are several other people who performed well.

Most of the remaining people are quite satisfactory, and the whole story is a little clear. Although they will not be reduced to inferior, they are not as good as superior.

The dean picked up Nan Wan's answer sheet, looked at it carefully again, and nodded secretly in his heart.

She cleared her throat: "to solve the problem today, the first one is Pei Ling...Nan Wan..."

"Nanwan."

The students who answered the answer just now were stunned when they heard Nan Wan's name, and then looked at Nan Wan in amazement, obviously guessing the other party's identity.

"Dean." A student who was rated as medium bowed to the dean: "I have something to ask."

She is not convinced, Pei Ling and his group are first class, she can understand, but why can the dude be rated as first class?
She didn't think Nam Wan's talent could reach the top of the list.

Pei Ling looked at Nan Wan with complicated eyes.

She asked Nan Wan to find a way to establish a good relationship with the dean, but she didn't expect Nan Wan to make a big deal as soon as she did it.

Pei Ling didn't think the dean would be biased. The only explanation was that Nan Wan's article caught the dean's eyes.

How did she do it?
"You want to ask me why I put this student from Nan as a top class!" The dean looked at her knowingly.

"Yes." The student's face turned red, "I want to hear this Nan student's solution?"

Everyone else was moved, even Pei Ling was a little curious, wanting to know what Nan Wan wrote?
"Master Zhai, come and judge whether this Nan student has the qualifications of a first-class student."

(End of this chapter)