Houfu Key Class

It was an extremely chaotic night.

Xu Wan was half asleep and half awake, waking up for a while and sleeping for a while, and only fell into a deep sleep in the early morning.

The sun was in the sky, scorching her heart.

Xu Wan yawned and asked without opening her eyes: "Cuizhi, what time is it?"

Someone replied: "The end of the Si hour."

Xu Wan woke up instantly: "Ah!!"

It was eleven o'clock!

It was so scary. She had never woken up at this time before. She felt a surge of guilt and hurriedly got up from the bed.

Xu Wan quickly got dressed and got up. After lifting the quilt, she suddenly realized that the voice was a little wrong. She turned her head and saw outside-Zong Zhao.

It was not Cuizhi at all.

It was over.

She slept the laziest sleep and was caught by her husband.

"I saw that you didn't sleep well last night, so I gave you a lavender sachet. Hang it by the bed for a sleeping effect." Zong Zhao said as he came over and waved something in his hand.

Xu Wan blinked, and quickly moved to the other side with her quilt... Oh no, she reacted, got up from the bed, dressed, washed, and ran away.

The new clothes to be changed had been hung on the clothes rack. Xu Wan put them on familiarly, and then couldn't help but sneak a glance at Zong Zhao. She found that he was concentrating on hanging the sachet and didn't look at her. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to the outer room to wash.

Cuizhi was trying to hold back her aunt's smile beside the basin rack, but it was obvious that her mouth was almost pursed, and she couldn't hold back the smile in her eyes.

Xu Wan glared at her and whispered angrily: "Cuizhi, it's already noon, why didn't you call me?"

Cuizhi said innocently: "The general didn't let me call, he said you didn't sleep well last night. But Madam, didn't you call for water last night?"

"..."

Xu Wan blushed to her neck instantly.

Help, this is the disadvantage of getting along with a maid, you dare to make any jokes with her.

Xu Wan lowered her head and washed her face again. She felt the heat on her face subsided a little, and then she said seriously: "Okay, you go out." She really couldn't stand it if she stayed and teased her any more.

Cuizhi bowed and said sweetly: "Yes, Madam, I'll go and serve breakfast."

Xu Wan thought: It's already eleven o'clock, what breakfast to eat, and whether to eat lunch or not...

"A bowl of porridge is fine, just eat something simple, nothing else."

"Yes."

Zong Zhao hung up the sachet and came out, and saw her sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair. On the table were lip balm, rouge, powder and other women's things.

Xu Wan usually had Cuizhi to serve her. When Cuizhi was not around, she would do it herself. She was not used to calling so many maids into the house. She still knew how to do simple dressing. The maids in the Shangshu Mansion ignored her before, and she had practiced some skills by entertaining herself.

However, it was difficult to do the hair up. She tried several times but failed: "I can't do it well..." Xu Wan turned her head and wanted to see if Cui Liu was at the door, but she only saw Zong Zhao.

Zong Zhao looked at her and wanted to help her, but he was obviously helpless: "I don't know how to do it either."

Xu Wan gave up: "Let's wait for Cui Zhi to come back." She loosened her hand and her hair fell down again.

Cui Zhi came in with porridge and said softly: "Madam, I forgot to ask you if you want sweet or salty porridge, so I ordered one of each."

Xu Wan hurriedly said: "All right, all right, Cui Zhi, come and help me do my hair up."

"Yes." Cui Zhi came in and saluted Zong Zhao, then skillfully helped Xu Wan do her hair up. Her hands were very fast, but every movement was smooth, and she did it for her in just a few strokes.

Zong Zhao watched carefully and wrote down every step.

Xu Wan looked at herself in the mirror, turned her head and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome! It's you!"

Cuizhi imitated the young masters and replied in a literary way: "I have no other skills, just practice!"

Xu Wan was amused by her: "If women can also take the imperial examination, you can also try to participate. Look at the influence, you can quote classics."

Cuizhi smiled and said: "How dare I show my ugliness? It would be great if Madam took the imperial examination. Maybe she could help Master Cheng defeat Qin Ye."

Xu Wan coughed and said: "Okay, stop bragging, I'd better go to eat."

Cuizhi bowed and retreated.

Xu Wan sat outside and drank porridge, and from time to time glanced at Zong Zhao who was writing at the desk. She couldn't help thinking: What is he busy with?

Halfway through the meal, the voice of the little devil came from outside: "Mom, are you awake?"

Xu Wan almost couldn't hold the spoon steadily.

What happened? Did the whole mansion know that she slept in?

Zong Jincheng ran in and sat down opposite her, smiling, "Mom, are you eating breakfast? Can you be full with just porridge? I'll ask the kitchen to make you something else."

Xu Wan took a mouthful of porridge, waved her left hand and said, "Enough, enough, we have to eat lunch soon. Why are you here? Shouldn't we be in class at this time?"

Zong Jincheng said, "Today's quiz, I handed in the paper early after I finished it, and they are still taking the exam."

Xu Wan rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're starting to write your ugly handwriting again, right?"

"No way?" The little devil argued, "My handwriting is beautiful now. Even if I write fast, it's just a little ugly and can be recognized."

Xu Wan laughed and said, "Don't be proud and complacent. The subject of poetry and prose is most about handwriting. You should practice hard and completely change the bad habit of writing ugly handwriting when you are anxious."

"I know, I know," Zong Jincheng said, and stretched his head to look into the room. It looks like something is wrong.

Xu Wan glanced at him and asked dangerously, "What are you doing? Do you want to talk to your father?"

If this brat dared to ask Zong Zhao to help him fight, she would pick up the broom on the spot and give him a complete childhood.

The little devil said attentively: "Dad is busy with the case of Yan Xiang, so can he arrange the lesson he promised to give us?"

Xu Wan raised an eyebrow: "The discussion meeting on the Battle of Changqi?"

Zong Jincheng nodded like pounding garlic: "Yes, we are well prepared, just waiting for Dad to come and teach us."

Xu Wan put down the spoon and thought: "It should be possible. I don't think he is busy. He is still at home at this time."

"Hehe, then... tomorrow morning?" This is the way of asking that Zong Jincheng just learned from Xu Wan. To promote things, you must land on a specific time, so that the other party can reduce the thinking time and reduce the possibility of procrastination.

Xu Wan nodded and said: "I can, but you have to ask your father yourself, and he must agree."

Raising a child is to let go more. Parents should not blindly rush in front of their children, but let them do things by themselves and exercise their independence. Success is of course a good thing, and failure can also summarize experience.