Houfu Key Class

Zong Jincheng complained for a while, and all the sleepyheads ran away.

Shunzi came over with the translation and was going to start with the simplest one. He read the original text first and then the translation. Zong Jincheng was speechless for a while.

If he had known that he had to memorize it all, he would have done it in one go last time, so now he has to waste time listening to the original text again.

Numb.

"When people are born, they are all kind-hearted. Their natures are also similar. It's just that the environment and education they received are different, which makes the huge difference in their habits." Shunzi was reading the translation.

Because the goal he set was not only to memorize the translation, but also to be able to write it silently, Zong Jincheng did not want to listen to the original text for a third time, so he decided to memorize the translation while writing silently while Shunzi read the original text for the second time.

He picked up the pen, looked at the book spread out on the table, glanced at it and said, "In the beginning, human nature is inherently good. Is that what it says?"

I started writing on the rice paper, and the word "人" filled half the page.

Shunzi glanced at it, and the corner of his mouth twitched and said: "Sir, the characters need to be smaller and cannot occupy half of the paper."

Zong Wenxiu, who was about to read his book: "..."

He was worried and came over to take a look when he heard his brother Nahao Heng's speech: "What's wrong with half a piece of paper? It would be nice to buy more paper. Isn't she unwilling to pay for me?"

Shunzi's forehead jumped, but he still said in a good voice: "Madam has not restricted the use of paper, you can continue..."

After hearing this, Zong Jincheng continued to write the word "Zhi" on the other half of the paper. Although it was a little ugly and the writing was messy, at least he wrote it correctly.

"Hmm... Not bad, not bad, very talented!" The little devil's boast mode was triggered.

Zong Wenxiu: "..."

Well, he needs to get used to his brother's blind confidence soon.

Thinking this way, Zong Wenxiu still dutifully taught him how to write small characters, and also explained to him the basic writing skills.

Zong Jincheng is smart, he knows everything at first glance, and he gets started very quickly.

A sense of accomplishment is the fastest way to give people a boost of blood. The more the little devil writes, the more confident he becomes. He starts painting with a brush in hand.

"Change the paper and grind the ink. I can still write a dozen more!"

After the morning passed, Cuizhi came in to call the two young masters to eat, but when she saw a pile of rice paper, she was completely confused.

"Oh my god! This... is this all written by Mr. Cheng?"

Zong Jincheng was holding a pen in his mouth, swinging his legs, with a carefree and proud expression on his face, and answered her: "Of course it's me. Isn't he handsome?"

"Handsome! Very handsome!" Cuizhi praised without hesitation, "He is so handsome that even the sun, the moon, the gods and ghosts are eclipsed by his handsomeness!"

"If you continue to be so handsome, other young masters will definitely be unable to hold their heads high compared to you!"

"Master Cheng is awesome!!"

After that day, the little devil found the joy of writing, and drew here and there every day in the study. Regardless of whether the calligraphy was ugly or not, the drawing was done anyway!

Not only painting with black ink, he also asked people to buy various red, green, and seven-color inks, treating writing as color painting, and developing the fun of writing in various ways.

Zong Wenxiu also saw for the first time that his younger brother could study with him for several hours in a row!

It will definitely work!

He can definitely meet Madam's requirements within a month!

But Xu Wan started to get anxious.

Although the progress is very smooth, this is a one-time deal after all. When the little devil completes his learning tasks at this stage, he will continue to show off.

Forward-looking leaders must learn to plan ahead.

At this time, the Hou Mansion received an invitation letter.

Half a month later, it was the Crown Princess's birthday and all the noble family members were invited to the palace to celebrate.

All the adults and children were there, and Zhai Yao and the others were also there.

Xu Wan thought, it was time to use him to set a trap for Zong Jincheng. How to plan?

The little devil who is addicted to writing has not realized that his "evil" stepmother has started plotting against him again. He is still changing pens in the study, using thick pens to write simple words and thin pens to write complex words. If the writing is broken, he will change it. A new piece of paper.

The days passed.

The study was filled with more and more rice paper, and there were fewer and fewer translations to recite. Zong Jincheng spent more and more time in the study.

The atmosphere in the Hou Mansion is becoming more harmonious day by day.

When they entered the palace that day, the three of them sat in a carriage, and the harmonious atmosphere was instantly gone.

As soon as Zong Jincheng got in the car, he started to glare at her: "I have to go to the palace for a whole day. I haven't finished drawing the Warring States policy yet. Can't my child not go? Why do you insist on me going?"

Xu Wan said leisurely: "Learning must be done step by step and with a balance between work and rest. Staying in the study room and reading books for so long every day will do a lot of damage to your eyes and cervical spine. I don't want you to grow into a hunchback at a young age. That won't work." I can’t explain it to your grandmother.”

"Humph, you are also afraid that your grandmother will be angry. If she knows that you have bullied me so much in the past two months, she will definitely skin you!"

Xu Wan sneered: "Go ahead and dream, little devil."

Is there anything that the old lady doesn’t know about what happened in the house? She didn't even want to expose the little devil's fantasy. This kid's unlimited optimism was almost laughable.

Zong Jincheng turned his head and stopped talking to her, but he was a chatterbox after all. He couldn't bear it for a while and started to say to Zong Wenxiu: "When you enter the palace, follow me and don't run around. I will take you, promise." It won’t go wrong. This is her first time in the palace. Making mistakes in the palace is very serious. I’ll see how she handles it.”

Zong Wenxiu nodded: "I will listen to you."

Xu Wan looked closely at his nose and heart, and was not interested in his taunting from a distance.

Although she was a new wife of the Marquis's Mansion, she had no party, no enemies, and no husband in the capital. Although the Marquis's Mansion was rich, the nobles looked down on the old ladies from merchant families and paid little attention to them.

Even if there were, they would look down on them. As long as she didn't make a fuss, most of the noble ladies would not bother her, and at most ignored her like air.

However, before they entered the East Palace, the three were stopped.

The little boy standing in front of him looked about eight or nine years old. He stared at Zong Jincheng with anger and shouted, "Zong Jincheng, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

"Zhai Yao?" Zong Jincheng saw that it was him, and all the bad memories came up. He said unhappily, "Are you sick? Why are you blocking me? Are you looking for trouble?"

Zhai Yao sneered, "I just didn't expect that the future young marquis of the Yuanyang Marquisate would be so stingy. He even took back the things he gave away. Is your family really so poor that you can't even afford to eat?"

Zong Jincheng realized that it was because of the Ferghana horse. He was immediately furious and shouted back with confidence, "The things are mine. I can give them to whoever I want. I can take them back if I want. The contract is in my hands. Don't you still want to rob them? You still can't afford to eat... I don't know whose family is not able to afford to eat. If you have money, why don't you buy it yourself? Are you ashamed to ask me for things every day?"

Zong Jincheng made a face at him, full of provocation.