Houfu Key Class

"Are you trying to steal money, Brother Bai?" He Zheng said amusedly, "Although the money is not much, we earned it ourselves. I feel that making money is not that difficult. I made five hundred cash in one day."

Wei Xinglu interrupted: "That's because we met Boss Xie, otherwise we would still be selling eggs in the market."

Shen Yibai said in confusion: "Boss Xie is also strange. He asked us to come over and ask questions all afternoon. I don't quite understand. Are those questions so curious? Even if I am better than them... Qin Ye is also better than us. I’m not curious about Qin Ye.”

Zong Wenxiu said with a smile: "That's because you are used to seeing so many powerful people. When I lived in the slums, if I could meet such people, I would be very curious about what the outside world is like. "

The little devil was a little touched. He sighed and said: "It turns out that the academies in each place are different. No wonder there are so many people from the capital on the list of children's subjects. Many people from outside dare not come to the capital to take the exam. Even Don’t know about child science.”

Zong Wenxiu sighed and said: "So the world of great harmony mentioned in the Book of Rites is indeed not that easy to realize."

Several young boys walked back to the carriage.

Su Xi and Xu Wan have been waiting there for a long time.

Xu Wan waved to them and ordered the servants to pass them wet towels to wipe their faces. Zong Jincheng ran over with the towel, shaking a tael of silver in his hand, and reported the results of the battle to her: "Mom, look! Silver! We sold out all the eggs!"

Xu Wan looked at the one tael of silver and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is it still an integer? I thought it would be a lot of copper coins."

The little devil smiled and said: "It's boss Xie who was afraid that it would be inconvenient for us to hold it, so he exchanged it for us in silver."

"Who is Boss Xie?" Xu Wan asked while asking someone to arrange for them to get on the carriage.

Amidst the scoldings of his brothers for being abandoned, Zong Jincheng got into Xu Wan's carriage and told her about today's adventure with great interest.

As the sun gradually set, the carriage drove towards the capital.

When we arrived at the mansion, it was getting late, and the servants had already prepared the meals.

But Su Xi still gave them a bun to fill their bellies, and asked them to write two poems before going to have dinner.

Under the candlelight, Su Xi looked at their homework and wrote and scratched beside it with a pen.

Xu Wan reminded from the side: "Sir, please eat first. I'm too tired from running around today. You can read it tomorrow."

Su Xi sighed repeatedly and shook her head.

Seeing him like this, Xu Wan asked subconsciously: "Today's poems are too bad?"

Su Xi put down her homework and said with some helplessness: "It's not that it's bad, but it's not poetic. I asked them to write a simple story about selling eggs, and they wrote it into the world of Datong in the Book of Rites. The idea is good, but it's a policy. direction..."

Xu Wan touched her nose and did not dare to say anything.

Policy analysis is their advantage, but it is also a stumbling block to learning poetry.

Su Xi said seriously: "I think these children in your family have no hope of becoming great poets. They don't have the talent."

Xu Wan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She joked, using his previous words: "It's good, otherwise, if I go into official career and criticize officials everywhere, I would be easily beaten."

Su Xi was amused by her and shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, I'll try my best to see if I can guide their poems in the direction of caring for the country and the people, and I can take as much as I can."

Xu Wan naturally understood Su Xi's concession, and she sincerely thanked her: "Thank you for your hard work, sir."

In the days that followed, Su Xi often took them to various small towns on the outskirts of the capital to see things that were not accessible in the capital.

The young people went from working hard, competing with old gentlemen, to looking at the outside world and understanding what the people at the bottom were doing every day.

During this period, Luo Jingfeng came here once.

But it came to nothing.

The next day, he got up very early, waiting to catch the child.

As a result, it came to nothing again.

Luo Jingfeng looked to his host angrily and asked, "What's going on? It's not even Chenshi yet, where has Cheng'er been dragged by that old man?"

Zong Zhao was sitting in the courtyard eating breakfast alone. He said without raising his head, "I went to pick grapes in the suburbs of Beijing."

Luo Jingfeng said angrily: "Let him teach poetry writing. Why do you take my Cheng'er so far every day? I haven't seen Cheng'er for almost a month."

Zong Zhao said quietly: "To write poetry, you need to see the scenery in person to be effective. Otherwise, it will be just talking on paper and you will not be able to write anything good."

Luo Jingfeng snorted and said: "Trouble, if you can't write well, you can't write well. I'll give the Ministry of Rites ten courages. Does he dare to let my Cheng'er fail the exam?"

Zong Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Luo Jingfeng was unhappy at being ignored, and with a proud face, he started to stir up trouble: "It's pitiful, my wife and children are not at home, General Zongda is... the left-behind husband?"

"Boom."

As soon as Zong Zhao put the bowl down, his eyes already wanted to kill someone.

Who is Luo Jingfeng? Of course he will not be frightened by a look. The angrier the other person is, the prouder he becomes: "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

Zong Zhao said impatiently: "Are you okay?"

Luo Jingfeng chuckled and said, "Of course, otherwise, what would I be wasting with you?"

"Then say it."

Luo Jingfeng suppressed the smile on his face, and his expression returned to a cold and arrogant expression: "There is something fishy about that little prince in the cold palace."

Zong Zhao looked at him with extremely cold eyes.

Luo Jingfeng sneered and said: "Look, this is the emperor you and the prince trust, and he passed the throne to the prince. The real prince in people's hearts has been well hidden for a long time."

Zong Zhao clenched his fist.

Luo Jingfeng continued: "Old man, you have a nice idea. Who dares to snatch what I want to give to Cheng'er?"

Zong Zhao asked: "Do you want to do it?"

Luo Jingfeng smiled dangerously: "Of course not now, don't worry, I will abide by our agreement and wait quietly until next year."

Zong Zhao drank the porridge calmly: "Then during this period, you might as well think about how to explain to Jincheng when the time comes."

Luo Jingfeng's face changed slightly, he smiled: "What to explain? Dethrone the prince? I promised him that I would not advise to dethrone the prince again, but what does that have to do with what we are going to do next year?"

Zong Zhao said calmly: "I hope Jincheng will agree with your statement at that time."

Luo Jingfeng's face was dark, and he was stabbed in the heart. He said coldly: "As long as you don't say anything to Cheng'er, I have my own way to make him forgive me."

Zong Zhao hummed and said lightly: "Then I wish you good luck."

Luo Jingfeng: "..."

I always feel that I have been retaliated, but I have no evidence.