Houfu Key Class

It’s the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are still five days left before the debate.

Zong Jincheng, who had been preparing for the debate for two days, was gradually getting into the mood. He was drinking Laba porridge with a spoon while thinking about how to attack Qin Ye.

In history, few officials who succeeded in reform could live up to their reputations, while many died miserably after failure. You may not care if one person dies, but what about the whole family? What about the Nine Clans?

Will Qin Ye care?

Zong Jincheng thought about it for two days and discovered that the drawback of beating Qin Ye was that he didn't know Qin Ye very well.

Even though he has been clamoring to defeat Qin Ye for two years, he has never tried to understand this person deeply.

Enlightened at the age of three, he has been reading for six or seven years, constantly skipping grades, and getting first place every time. He is famous throughout the academy and even the whole capital. He is arrogant, cold, arrogant and unkind, but at the same time he is also very confident.

So when he accepted the defense question, he must have felt confidently: If it were me, I would be able to successfully reform the law.

The more Zong Jincheng thought about it, the angrier he became. He hammered the table with one hand and said angrily: "Humph, arrogant boy, do you think you are the only one who can succeed!"

Pan Hongzhi was eating with him. The table suddenly shook, and he was so frightened that he dropped his spoon. This little ancestor, who had learned etiquette badly, was talking to himself again.

"What's wrong Jin Cheng?"

Zong Jincheng said with a dark face: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to defeat Qin Ye."

"Oh, okay." Pan Hongzhi automatically fell silent.

When it came to the debate, he didn't know the topic and couldn't help. He could only remain mute and wait for the debate competition in a few days.

On the fourth day of countdown.

Zong Jincheng was still looking at the reasons for the failure of Wang Anshi's reform, and then went to investigate his fate, only to lose his post for the second time, and eventually became depressed and died of illness.

The little devil muttered: "Sixty-five years old, it doesn't seem like he was killed... Then why did Shang Yang die so miserably?"

While muttering, he went to find out all the stories of historical celebrities and their lives related to the reform, and put them together to look for patterns and differences.

The key class created a separate space for him. All the books were on a long table. Others stretched their heads to look at it from a distance, but unfortunately they couldn't see anything.

Only a person with such a sharp ear and eyes like Fuyan can hear the little devil muttering from time to time: "Was XX assassinated? Isn't it normal for XX to die of illness at such a young age?"

He rolled his eyes skyward, thinking it would be better not to hear.

The young master's heart is really dark. He thinks about whether others died abnormally every day... Those are all written by serious histories. Do you think they are just made up unofficial histories?

On the third to last day.

In the early morning, Pan Hongzhi was awakened again by the howl of the little devil. He covered his head with a quilt and silently recited a hundred times: "Three thousand six hundred taels, three thousand six hundred taels, three thousand six hundred taels..."

After the little ancestor talked in his sleep at night and wanted to crush Qin Ye, he suddenly said something in the morning: "We can't just attack Qin Ye, what if he attacks me?"

Zong Jincheng's habit of debating has always been to use offense instead of defense, using his sophistry to disrupt the opponent's logic, but what if Qin Ye is not disturbed by him? What if Qin Ye catches his villain and pursues him fiercely?

The little devil suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He hurriedly got dressed and got up, and then began to think about Mingzhe's advantages in protecting himself. Yes, that's right, not accepting a mission is not because he is afraid of life, but it can also be for a better attack, and he must be able to assess the situation!

Zong Wenxiu and He Zheng were always the first to come to the big study room to study every day. Seeing Zong Jincheng running over to look for books in a mess, they quickly stood up and asked: "Brother, what's the emergency? Are you not eating at this time?" Breakfast?”

"Jincheng, what book are you looking for? Do you want us to help you?"

"No, no, no," the little devil refused, tiptoing to pick up the book.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side to help him take it down from the height. He thought it was silent, but he turned his face and saw Xu Wan.

Zong Jincheng said in surprise: "Mom? Why are you here?"

Xu Wan handed the book to him and joked: "If I don't come, you can't climb the ladder?"

"I can ask Buyan to help me," Zong Jincheng said with a smile, "Besides, I've grown a lot taller recently, and I can reach the bookcase one level up."

Xu Wan took his shoulder and pulled him out: "Go back to change clothes, wash up and eat. I'll read to you."

Zong Jincheng asked as he followed her: "Isn't this considered cheating?"

"What kind of cheating is this? I can't read it faster than you can read it by yourself."

"Ah... you made it meaningless all of a sudden."

"Haha, why doesn't it make sense? Can't we enhance the relationship between mother and child?"

"Oh, this is still okay." The little devil had a sullen face, trying not to laugh, but it was too difficult to hold back the laughter, and he couldn't hide the happiness in his eyes at all.

The day before the game.

Zong Jincheng was all ready. He sent everyone out of the room and rehearsed what he should say during the debate. One moment he was sonorous and powerful, and the other moment he was rational and emotional. He was unprecedentedly interested in this debate competition. Pay attention to.

Without saying anything...

He heard it again.

Not only did he know what the debate topic was, he also knew who the pros and cons were, and he also knew that his arrogant young master... was so nervous that he stuttered!

When Little Devil was rehearsing, his mind got stuck several times and he said the wrong words. He even paused for a while before speaking, as if he was possessed by an idiot.

Buyan swallowed his saliva and decided to keep the fact that he discovered the young master's secret because of his good hearing to himself. Otherwise, the angry young master would kill him and destroy the body immediately.

The little devil stayed at home, and he became more and more nervous as he practiced. In the end, he simply forgot the words. He was so scared that he quickly wrote down all the debate directions with a pen, fearing that he would be scolded by Qin Ye the whole time tomorrow, and then he would lose all his face.

He stayed in seclusion for a day, stuttering at the beginning, and he spoke more and more fluently later. His brain gradually returned to normal, and he kept cheering himself up and boosting his confidence.

"Relax, it's just a little Qin Ye, he hasn't even participated in a debate, he's definitely not my opponent."

"Ahhhh, that's Qin Ye, he's always been the first... I've been chasing him for two years and I haven't caught up, can I really beat him now?"

"Calm down, calm down, Zong Jincheng is a genius among geniuses, the god of literature, the future second-rank official, I'm the strongest! I'm the most powerful! Invincible! I'm not afraid of anyone!"