Houfu Key Class

The prince looked at him. The child in front of him was still a nine-year-old boy, with dimples on his face. At this moment, he was staring with big round eyes, puzzled and clever.

He wanted him to grow up quickly, but he couldn't bear to see him grow up so fast and lose the joy of a child.

"Jincheng." He called.

"Hmm?" The little devil tilted his head and looked at him puzzledly.

The prince asked softly: "Are you happy?"

Such a day... is it what you want?

Zong Jincheng didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question, but nodded and smiled without thinking: "Happy! I am so happy, I have everything, and I can learn a lot of things that others can't learn. I feel super invincible and the best!"

The prince's eyes shook.

The kid was still enthusiastically describing his future blueprint: "When I finish my studies, I will first pass the imperial examination to bring honor to my mother, and then work hard to climb up to the position of a second-rank official, so that I can help many, many people, save many people, and be liked by many, many people like Your Highness."

"But being liked by many people... is not a good thing." said the prince.

"Ah? Why?" Zong Jincheng didn't understand.

The prince shook his head and said, "It's okay, continue. Meng Huo and Yuchi Gong, whom you mentioned just now, actually have some things in common, that is, they are grassroots military generals who value friendship and loyalty. If such a general is an enemy, he will not be persuaded by soft or hard tactics, and can only rely on personal charm to convince the other party. And those civil officials in the court are difficult to subdue, although you can be used, but you are not suitable for reuse."

Zong Jincheng said, "So it depends on the person, there is no standard answer."

The prince smiled and nodded.

After listening to him, Zong Jincheng's admiration for the prince grew stronger and stronger. He couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, how do you know so many things? I feel that you are better than all our teachers."

The prince replied while packing up the books, "Didn't I tell you that I learned these things when I was very young."

"Did the Taifu teach you?" Zong Jincheng thought of this official position. The prince's teacher must be very good, otherwise how could he teach such a good prince.

The prince paused while packing up the books.

After a long time, he slowly said, "My father taught me. At that time, he had just ascended the throne and had a lot of things to do, but he still took time to teach me. He said that I was the eldest son born to his wife and his favorite among all the children. He wanted me to grow up as soon as possible and help him solve his problems."

"Ah? So the emperor is quite good to your highness, then why did he become the prince so late? I remember that your highness became the prince at the age of fifteen." Zong Jincheng continued to ask.

The prince packed all the books and closed the lid.

He smiled and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe he is afraid that I will become the prince too early and the pressure will be too great."

Zong Jincheng smiled and said: "The emperor is so nice, he is so considerate to your highness!"

The prince chuckled and said: "Okay, I'm leaving, I'll come to see you at the end of the month."

"Yeah."

When the two went down the stairs, Zong Jincheng walked beside him, waiting for the prince to hold his hand and go downstairs, which was always the case before.

But this time, he waited until the prince went out and disappeared, and he didn't wait to hold hands. Zong Jincheng scratched his head and comforted himself: "Your highness must have forgotten."

At the end of September, the prince came to class as usual, and left after the lecture.

This time, Zong Jincheng deliberately walked beside him, and bumped the prince's arm from time to time, but the prince not only didn't hold his hand, but also raised his arm.

"..."

Sent away the prince again, without touching his head or holding hands.

Zong Jincheng pouted and looked at the carriage of the prince going away, and said with a sad heart: "Does His Highness not love me anymore?"

Bu Yan: "..."

You are the prince, the heir to a country, and you come to see him alone every month. What a great honor, how much more love do you want?

Do you want me to hug your head and kiss you every day, young master! !

Shunzi is the only one who knows how to talk, and he said as soon as he came up: "Of course His Highness loves you, otherwise why would he talk to you alone and not to others alone?"

Zong Jincheng turned around and pouted and said: "But His Highness now also sends people to send debate topics and topics to the key class from time to time, so that we can all study together. I am no longer his only one."

Bu Yan thought to himself: The prince has a daughter, you are no longer the only one, okay? Wake up, young master!

"But they are your direct descendants." Shunzi said, "Otherwise, why doesn't His Highness care about other adults' children?"

Zong Jincheng was immediately alert, and he said excitedly: "You mean, His Highness taught them all for me?"

Shunzi corrected with a smile: "They are at most guidance, Master Cheng, you and His Highness are the closest, and you spend one or two days together every month. In this world, except for the little princess of His Highness's family, no one else has such treatment."

Zong Jincheng said happily: "That makes sense, His Highness really loves me the most. It's just that he didn't hold my hand, what's the big deal, if the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain. When His Highness comes next time, I will take the initiative to hold his hand!"

Buyan rolled his eyes at the sky.

The young master is indeed a young master, and he is unhappy about a trivial matter. Is it necessary? Two grown men, oh no, you are a half-grown boy, why do you want to hold hands? Are you ashamed?

The little devil ran home happily, and his mood changed as fast as the weather in June.

Shunzi patted his head and said, "Brother, please hold back your inner thoughts. You are almost rolling your eyes at me. Be careful that Master Cheng finds out and deducts your monthly salary."

Unspoken, who was threatened by Chenggong: "..."

The key class of the Marquis' Mansion.

Wei Xinglu was raising his hand to protest: "Aunt, I don't want to take the eleven-year-old class. I want to go back to the ten-year-old class. You should go to the class for your age. How can you bully the older brothers? What if their self-esteem is hurt?"

Shen Yibai also quickly agreed: "Aunt, I think what Xinglu said makes sense, and we haven't learned anything well. It's not appropriate to move up to the next class rashly. By then, we will definitely be in the dark and won't be able to do any questions. It will also hit our self-confidence."

Wei Xinglu quickly nodded: "Yes, Aunt, let's take the exam in the ten-year-old class."

As soon as Zong Jincheng came back, he heard that they were making exam plans for the next few days. Their mother was going to arrange the registration for all of them in the academy.

The little devil rolled his eyes at them, crossed his arms and said, "You noobs, you can only fight with ten-year-olds, and you are too scared to fight with anyone taller. I think it's hard for you to catch up with He Zheng, and you still want to beat me... Hehe, go to bed early, you can dream about anything."

"What did you say! Who is scared!" Shen Yibai was about to come up impulsively, Wei Xinglu quickly grabbed him and whispered to remind him, "Hold on, hold on, a little impatience will ruin a big plan!"