Houfu Key Class

"Yes, at home, let's go back quickly." Xu Wan dragged the kid into the car.

Compared with the excitement of the little devil, Xu Wan felt that the prince must be feeling guilty, guilty that Jincheng was implicated by him, otherwise he would not have offended Luo Jingfeng.

The carriage drove home quickly, and the key class of the Marquis's Mansion...

The prince Chu Heng was sitting in the big study room flipping through Zong Jincheng's test paper. Baili Xi was not here today, Zong Wenxiu was called away by Baili Weihong, and only three private teachers were left, standing trembling beside them.

Pan Hongzhi looked at Zhao Yin and wanted to ask him what to do, but Zhao Yin lowered his head deeper than Cheng Zhidong.

Pan Hongzhi: "..."

After watching you two, I suddenly felt that I was still brave.

But... help, this is the prince, it is extremely rare for him, a commoner, to see the prince once, and now he is so close to him, he is so nervous that he can hardly breathe.

The prince obviously came for Zong Jincheng. He asked for all the test papers of Zong Jincheng since he started school. Seeing that the boy's knowledge was getting higher and higher, but his handwriting was getting worse and worse, his brows relaxed and frowned.

Every change scared Pan Hongzhi to death, for fear that the prince would say that you taught too badly and drag him out to chop him off.

"Why didn't you practice Jincheng's handwriting well?" The prince couldn't help asking.

Pan Hongzhi's tense mood calmed down in an instant while swaying. He knew this question!

"Your Highness, it's because Young Master Jincheng doesn't want to learn at this stage. He thinks practicing calligraphy takes too much time, and writing beautiful slow characters takes even more time, so he uses the saved time to learn a little more." Pan Hongzhi was afraid that he would misunderstand, and added, "But don't worry, Your Highness, Young Master Cheng will still write slow characters during the formal exam, so that the examiner can understand it."

The prince asked: "Is there enough time?"

Pan Hongzhi said repeatedly: "Enough, he can finish the test paper in half an hour by writing cursive characters."

The prince raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "So fast?"

Pan Hongzhi nodded vigorously: "Yes, Young Master Jincheng is very smart and hardworking. He has now been admitted to the Tongke class. Next, he is going to participate in the Tongzike class in the spring of next year. We all think he can pass the exam."

"Tongzike..." The prince silently recited these three words, as if he remembered this unimportant exam.

Although the Tongzi Ke is used to select child prodigies, because the exam content is mostly recitation and dictation, those who pass the exam will not be officially appointed as officials, but will only be given the opportunity to participate in the imperial examination as an exception. Moreover, few students from the Tongzi Ke can perform well in the imperial examination.

Recitation and dictation are two different things from understanding and applying.

"Your Highness, Madam Zong and Young Master Jincheng are back." The guard reported.

The prince looked out with a book in his hand. The dazzling sunlight made him stretch out his hand to block it. The voice of the little devil sounded cheerfully: "Greetings to Your Highness, may Your Highness live a thousand years and a thousand years!"

The summer was scorching, but it was like a cool breeze that suddenly blew in and invaded my heart.

Xu Wan came in and saluted: "I have seen Your Highness."

The prince nodded to them and said, "Come in and talk, everyone else leave."

"Yes."

Pan Hongzhi and the other two ran away as if they had found a savior.

Soon, there were only three of them left in the room.

Xu Wan thought that the prince must have something to ask Jin Cheng, but he didn't let her go. Why?

But the next moment, the prince looked at her and said, "Have you seen Zong Zhao?"

The tone of this sentence was mostly affirmative, with only a few uncertainties.

Xu Wan was confused by the question.

She denied it and said, "Your Highness, you are joking. Zong Zhao has been missing for eight years and no news has ever been sent back. I and the people in the Marquis' Mansion have never seen him in these eight years."

The prince listened, but seemed not to have listened.

He asked indifferently, "Your father is the current Shangshu, in charge of the Ministry of Justice, and has a high position and power. And as his legitimate daughter, not to mention marrying other favored Marquis' Mansions, you can even marry into the Duke's Mansion... Why did you choose to marry into the Yuanyang Marquis' Mansion?"

Xu Wan thought, why... of course it's for money.

People here value agriculture and suppress business, and look down on businessmen. We ordinary people can't wait to marry into a wealthy family and become rich wives.

Besides, without a husband to serve and concubines to fight, how wonderful life is, you men don't understand at all.

But since the prince asked, of course she couldn't tell the truth, so she just evaded the question and replied: "My mother died early, and my stepmother didn't treat me well. I lacked mother's love since I was a child. I heard that the old lady of the Marquis's Mansion was kind and gentle, so I wanted to marry here, which is also a good place to go."

Zong Jincheng, who was listening to the adults' conversation, opened his eyes wide.

So strange.

Xu Wan married in because of her grandmother?

She has grown up so much, will she also want mother's love?

The little devil scratched his head, not quite understanding.

Zong Jincheng didn't have much life experience, and didn't know what women needed when choosing a husband's family, so listening to them talk about these things was like listening to a heavenly book. He knew every word, but didn't know what they meant when they were combined together.

Fortunately, after Baili Weihong's teaching, he knew that he should not interrupt when adults were talking. Even if he was anxious to open his mouth, he had to hold it in and look at this and that.

The prince had not finished questioning Xu Wan, and asked her questions one after another, making her sweat.

Xu Wan gritted her teeth and explained another question: "Jia's Geng is just a method used to calculate the learning gap between Jincheng and the students in the academy. It was selected from the ten heavenly stems and has no special meaning."

After saying this, she was even more thankful that she wanted to keep a low profile in her teaching earlier and did not directly use Arabic numerals instead, otherwise she would not be able to explain herself when she was questioned by the prince.

Yes, questioning.

Although the prince's attitude was very gentle, the questions he asked her were very strange. First, he asked her about her motivation for marrying into the Marquis's Mansion, and then asked her where her methods for teaching children came from.

If she said that she read it in a book, she would be asked which book it came from; if she said that she thought of it herself, she would be asked how she thought of it.

Xu Wan felt like she had gone through a civil service exam, and the examiner was still the prince. While answering, she had to quote classics to prove that she had the ability to come up with these methods, and to prove that her ideas were for the country, the people, and her children, and she was selfless.

In a seemingly smokeless conversation, Xu Wan felt like she was walking on thin ice, and her back was sweating.

At the end, the prince closed the book, smiled and said: "The Marquis's Mansion can marry you, it is their good vision, and it is also Jincheng's blessing."

Xu Wan closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Passed.