Houfu Key Class

Zong Wenxiu subconsciously looked at his younger brother.

Finished...

I am afraid that I will break my promise to my brother.

Although the full text of "Mengqiu" has only 2,384 words, it contains about 600 historical anecdotes from the Spring and Autumn Period to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, involving politics, military, culture, art, alchemy, customs, etc.

If he memorized it like Zong Jincheng, it would not be a problem for a month. But the problem is, the madam said she wanted to investigate, it must not be a simple test.

My mother once said that my wife is the eldest daughter of the Minister of Punishment. Her family is very strict in her upbringing and she has read a lot of books. If she is serious about examining herself, she will definitely not be able to try to muddle through like her younger brother.

"Yes, madam, Wen Xiu must study hard." The young boy lowered his head and recognized it, very well-behaved.

Zong Jincheng exploded immediately.

He shouted dissatisfied: "It's too much. He is always learning new things. How can I possibly catch up with his progress? This is simply impossible."

There was already a shortage of more than a hundred books, and now that there was another book called "Mengqiu" that he had never heard of, he felt even more tired.

Xu Wan said leisurely: "You are only allowed to study by yourself, and literary studies are not allowed. How can there be such a truth in the world? Do you think you are trying to carve a boat to find a sword?"

Zong Jincheng, who didn't understand what she was talking about, but guessed that it was definitely not a good thing, glared at her with an angry little round face.

Xu Wan: "..."

This cannon's face is as red as a soldering iron.

However, Xu Wan didn't want to push him to death, so she turned around and said: "Except for "Mengqiu", as long as you can catch up with the progress of literary repair, our agreement will still count."

This little bastard is trying to do something wrong every day.

After Xu Wan said this, the little demon king, who was at war with each other, gave up. Seeing her leaving, the anger in his heart was still a bit lingering, so he reached out and scratched her back a few times.

He looked like he wanted to scratch her to death from afar.

Zong Wenxiu, who was watching the fight between the two with timidity, saw his younger brother baring his teeth and claws at his wife's back, like a crayfish waving its pincers, which was funny and helpless at the same time.

He hurriedly came over to smooth things over, and comforted her nicely: "Okay, okay, Madam is still very good. Don't be angry. I'll take you to study."

The little devil was full of resentment towards Xu Wan. Hearing these words, he asked him warily: "Do you like that woman very much?"

"Um?"

Zong Wenxiu was stunned for a moment, and he wanted to nod, but he saw a look of horror written all over his brother's face: "You dare to say it's me and I'm going to kill you."

He swallowed and said: "Maybe it's because I have met relatively few people. Madam is the best person to me besides my mother... Oh no, except for you."

Fortunately, Zong Wenxiu made up the last sentence in time, otherwise the little devil would make trouble again. He curled his lips and said angrily: "She is not a good person. You should stay away from her in the future."

Zong Wenxiu gritted his teeth and said in a perfunctory way, ignoring his conscience: "Well..."

After Zong Jincheng finished speaking, he lay down again, closed his eyes, directed Shunzi to read, and began to use his lazy memorization calligraphy again.

Seeing this, Zong Wenxiu could only sigh silently and shake his head helplessly.

Time passed very quickly. Xu Wan knew that the two of them were studying hard, and she was sensible enough not to disturb them. It was rare that the little devil really stayed at home for a whole month, as if he was a different person.

On the day of the inspection, Xu Wan came specially to observe.

Seeing the little devil studying seriously, even Master Baili looked at him with admiration: "Although this kid Jincheng is a little naughty, he is not a rotten tree that cannot be carved. It doesn't matter, I will give you some simple tests today. You can write a thousand words Wen Mo, please write it again.”

Xu Wan swore that she was not angry with Baili Xi. The master did not know that the little devil could only endorse but could not read or write.

She thought that if this boy could be obedient and memorize the book first, she could give him back the servants and the money, and the river and the well would begin to live in peace.

But now...

Baili Xi may think that dictating "The Thousand-Character Classic" is a very simple test question, but in fact it would be easier than asking the little devil to memorize "Warring States Policy".

She subconsciously looked at the little brat, wondering if she should help him out, but she also thought that it might be better to help the students if he was defeated in the hands of the master.

After Zong Jincheng heard the test questions, he looked at Xu Wan and saw that she was waiting to see his show.

Huh, bad woman.

Do you think you are the only one smart?

This young master is going to make a comeback today!

Shunzi complied with Bailixi's request and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table. He opened the inkstone and was about to grind the ink as usual. Unexpectedly, the water poured in reflected light for a moment. When he looked carefully, it seemed like he was looking at the inkstone. Dazzled.

He rubbed his eyes and continued to study the ink.

The little devil sat firmly in his seat, and Zong Wenxiu next to him looked more like the person under investigation than him with worried eyes.

This ink seems to have been inked for a century.

Even Baili Xi couldn't help but yawn: "Have you finished grinding the ink?"

"Grind it, grind it." Shunzi said and stepped aside.

The little devil confidently picked up the pen and dipped in ink to write on the paper, but every stroke he drew was blurry, and there were even vaguely missing characters.

Shunzi was confused.

"Why...why is this word like this?" Could it be that he didn't grind the ink well just now?

Baili Xi also walked down after hearing this. Seeing Zong Jincheng raising his pen innocently, he said sincerely: "Master, this inkstone seems to be a fake."

The little devil's face has always been very deceptive. When he is not angry, he is innocent and innocent. Even when he is not smiling, he can make people feel loving.

Since Baili Xi had seen his mischief in the first few days, and then observed his well-behaved changes, how could he still hold a grudge against him.

The old man looked at him like this now, and thought of his proud student Zong Zhao. Now he just smiled and said: "Then recite it, and write it down another day."

Xu Wan: "..."

Master, you are so easy to deceive, what has blinded your eyes?

Is it the teacher-student love left over from the previous generation? ?

Zong Jincheng stood up and thanked him, and then began to recite "Thousand Characters" with his head shaking. With Baili Xi's increasingly satisfied smile, he also took the initiative to recite a few pages of "Strategies of the Warring States" to let the master listen to see if he recited it wrong.

Xu Wan: "???"

How did this kid's EQ suddenly come online!

He also knew to turn the passive into the active, and let Master Baili follow his thoughts. Anyone who didn't know the inside story would praise him for his hard work and progress!

Sure enough, when Baili Xi heard it, the praise in his eyes could not be hidden at all.

That's right! This time it’s right!

This is Zong Zhao’s son!

The next great talent who will be famous in the capital!