The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Following Zhou Musheng's gaze, Jiang Wanqing looked at the pool of ink.

He curled his lips and smiled.

In fact, it doesn’t take a year or two.

If you write day and night, it won’t take more than three months.

After all, it took her and her elder brother three months to finish writing with a pool of ink.

In the words of Mr. Wu Chen.

That is, practice patience.

If you want to be a good reader, patience is essential.

And obviously, Zhou Musheng couldn't hold on any longer on the first day.

[It's bad. In the previous life, when my mother was unable to hold on, she persuaded my bad brother to hold on with all her heart, and that's how my bad brother passed the test.]

[Mother, please don't persuade my brother to do bad things. Otherwise, not only will you help him become Mr. Wuchen's student, but you will also ruin your own life. When he passes the imperial examination and becomes the top scholar, that will be the day you die.]

Xiaoxiao waved her hands, expressing her displeasure.

The little mouth babbled but couldn't utter a single word.

He just looked very anxious.

Jiang Wanqing curled her lips and smiled.

If he didn't know that the child in front of him was Zhou Zigu's child, and didn't know what Zhou Musheng would do to him in the future.

Perhaps, he would definitely persuade Zhou Musheng earnestly.

But this time, she won't.

Jiang Wanqing touched Zhou Musheng's head.

In a doting tone, "What are you afraid of? Just do your best. You are the son of the Marquis of Xingchang. You will never lack wealth in the future. Becoming Mr. Wuchen's student will only be a bonus for you. If it doesn't work out, there will be no loss. If you don't want to, then don't write it. I will find another teacher for you."

Zhou Musheng was somewhat persuaded by Jiang Wanqing.

There was hesitation on his face.

He turned his head and glanced at the room.

Mr. Wu Chen asked him to practice calligraphy alone, while Mr. Wu Chen himself went to his room to rest.

Zhou Musheng didn’t understand what such a teacher could really teach him.

However, since his grandmother and father asked him to do it, he was willing to give it a try!

Zhou Musheng shook his head, his face determined.

"No, I am the son of the Marquis of Xingchang. How can I admit defeat now? I must persist. I must write this pool of water dry."

Jiang Wanqing frowned. She didn't expect Zhou Musheng to be so persistent.

But she was very curious about how long Zhou Musheng could hold on.

In response, he said nothing more.

She just said, "Mu Sheng, you are the son of our Xingchang Marquisate. Even if you don't pass the imperial examination in the future, you are still the future young marquis of Xingchang Marquisate. Just work hard, don't make yourself too tired, or your mother will feel bad."

Zhou Musheng nodded vigorously.

Suddenly I thought, since I already have that status, why do I have to pass the imperial examination?

Even if I don't take the imperial examination, I will have enough food and clothing, right?

At this moment, Zhou Musheng's ambition had obviously decreased a lot.

Jiang Wanqing added, "Maybe Mr. Wu Chen has already liked our Mu Sheng. He asked you to write this just to see how long you can hold on. It's just a formality."

The more Zhou Musheng listened, the more he stopped moving the brush in his hand.

Jiang Wanqing also gave Nanny Su a look.

Nanny Su handed Zhou Musheng a bowl of tonic soup.

"Good boy, you've suffered a lot today. Come and drink some of the nourishing soup that your mother prepared specially for you. It's still early spring today, so be careful of catching a cold in this yard."

Zhou Musheng put down the brush and took the tonic soup.

The eyes are slightly red.

"Thank you so much, mother, for making this nourishing soup for me."

Jiang Wanqing reached out and touched Zhou Musheng's head: "You are my child, the only son of the Xingchang Marquisate. If your mother doesn't love you, who else will she love? At worst, we won't learn. The Xingchang Marquisate can also provide you with food and clothing for the rest of your life."

After talking so much, Zhou Musheng began to show hesitation in his eyes.

He looked at the pool of ink in front of him and finally backed off.

There was struggle in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Mother, I still want to hold on. Maybe this is just a test from Mr. Wuchen."

Jiang Wanqing smiled and said, "Okay, our Mu Sheng has this ambition, which is great."

But I hope you have the patience to persevere for the next three months.

as predicted.

Three days passed in a row. Less than a month had passed before Zhou Musheng could no longer hold on.

Mr. Wu Chen asked Zhou Musheng to come to his yard, and apart from practicing writing, he didn't teach him anything else.

The water in the pool did not decrease at all.

When Zhou Musheng saw Jiang Wanqing appear in the yard again, he could hardly hold back.

He ran directly to Jiang Wanqing's side.

Look up at Jiang Wanqing.

With a tone of grievance, she cried, "Mother, Mr. Wuchen never intended to teach me properly. He left me here alone for three days, and Mr. Wuchen himself...he was still sleeping in his room."

Jiang Wanqing tried hard to hold back her laughter.

In fact, Mr. Wu Chen’s test is just a pool of ink.

If he is really willing to use up all the ink in the pool, Mr. Wu Chen will definitely accept him as his disciple.

However, outsiders nowadays don’t know that this is a test.

Jiang Wanqing pretended to be relaxed and said, "No problem. If you really don't want to insist, then we won't insist. Anyway, you can still live in the Xingchang Marquis's Mansion without worries for food and clothing for the rest of your life."

Zhou Musheng nodded.

He agreed, "Mother is right. I see that Mr. Wuchen has been here for three days, but he has not taught me any useful knowledge. Or, he just doesn't want to teach me."

Jiang Wanqing pretended to be angry.

"How dare he? You are the future of my Xingchang Marquisate. How dare he play tricks on you? Otherwise, I will find a good teacher for you and will not let Mr. Wuchen teach you."

Zhou Musheng curled his lips.

He looked at Jiang Wanqing with a guilty conscience and said, "But, we won't write it now. If we don't let Mr. Wuchen teach us, my grandmother might not agree."

Jiang Wanqing looked at Zhou Musheng with a serious face: "In the future, you will be the master of the Xingchang Marquisate. You are also an adult. You should make some choices of your own. You can't rely on us for everything."

After a pause, Jiang Wanqing glanced at the yard where Mr. Wu Chen was.

He said to Zhou Musheng: "Zhou Musheng, if you don't want to continue studying with Mr. Wuchen, you can also tell your grandmother that you did not pass Mr. Wuchen's test. Isn't that the problem?"

Zhou Musheng blinked his eyes and asked, "Why is mother helping me so much!"