Houfu Key Class

Xu Wan thought about Luo Jingfeng's increasingly terrible reputation, and thought that he might do such a thing, but Zong Zhao said, "He won't kill innocent people."

"Huh?" Not to mention the teenagers, even the private teachers and Baili Xi looked over, looking like they wanted to hear gossip.

Now, everyone in the civil and military officials knew that Zong Zhao and Luo Jingfeng had a close relationship. Some people speculated that Zong Zhao succumbed to the power of the Luo family and stood on the Luo family's side, while others speculated that Zong Zhao was a tool used by the emperor to overthrow Luo Jingfeng, but no one thought they were friends.

And now, Zong Zhao seemed to be explaining for Luo Jingfeng. Could it be that Luo Jingfeng was not as terrible as the rumors said?

But obviously, Zong Zhao did not elaborate.

Because of his special relationship with Luo Jingfeng, Zong Jincheng did not want to ask in this situation, and because there was no little devil leading the way, no one dared to ask Zong Zhao about this matter, and the curious eyes could only stop abruptly.

Xu Wan stood up and said the closing remarks: "Okay, today's discussion ends here. Everyone should summarize well after class and remember what General Zong said about 'transformation without deterioration'. Try to broaden your thinking and find solutions when you encounter problems in the future. Also, people are just modestly saying that the strategy is similar to what you think. Don't be so proud that you think you are invincible. You can be confident, but you must not be arrogant. Arrogant soldiers will be defeated. You must remember this?"

"Remember it!" The teenagers said in unison.

Baili Xi said goodbye and left. The private teachers were also busy discussing the subsequent teaching direction for several children. Jin Cheng and He Zheng went to the ancestral hall hand in hand to write a self-criticism. Shen Yibai and Wei Xinglu stayed to tell Zong Wenxiu about the interesting story of monkey training.

In a corner where no one noticed, Xu Wan smiled and said to Zong Zhao: "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go?"

"Okay." Zong Zhao got up and left behind her.

On the way back to the courtyard, Xu Wan chatted with him: "I find you are quite modest, and you often say things that make others feel that they are very powerful and on par with you."

Zong Zhao replied: "Is that true?"

"Yes," Xu Wan turned and said to him, "Last time you told me that Jin Cheng could become so good because of me and the prince. But I don't think so. It should also be because of your parents' blind trust in me, and if you hadn't come back in time, His Highness might have died. Of course, it can also be understood that we are lucky, I just happened to meet enlightened parents-in-law, and the prince just happened to catch up with you?"

Zong Zhao had a little smile on his face, and followed her words: "We are both very lucky."

Xu Wan tilted her head to observe him, and found that his smile was becoming more and more obvious than before. Jin Cheng also asked her how she could see that Zong Zhao was smiling. Isn't it obvious?

"You should still smile more often, so that people won't feel distant," Xu Wan said as she walked, "Although, I always feel that your temper is very strange, sometimes it feels very explosive, and sometimes it feels very good."

Zong Zhao followed her and asked her: "Which one is better?"

Xu Wan thought for a while and said: "Each has its own merits. A bad temper will be very relieving to bad people, and a good temper will be very warm to relatives. The collision of two extreme personalities will only make people uncomfortable at first, but it will feel good after getting used to it. Oh, and the joke you just made with them about death, the way you spoke is very interesting."

Zong Zhao was thoughtful, as if he had grasped the trick of speaking.

While the two were talking, they entered the house. As soon as Xu Wan entered the door, she saw that the quilt on the soft couch had fallen to the ground. It was common for such a narrow couch to fall off the quilt, but today it seemed that no maid noticed it, and Xu Wan subconsciously went over to grab the quilt.

Zong Zhao went over to take the quilt from her hand, picked it up and said, "I'll ask someone to change it for a new one."

Xu Wan wanted to ask Cuizhi to come in and clean it up, but when she saw him say that, she smiled and praised him, "Okay, hardworking general, do your own things."

Xu Wan looked at him with smiling eyes, and Zong Zhao felt soft in his heart. He nodded and said, "Yes, it should be." After that, he left with the quilt.

Xu Wan looked at his back and couldn't help laughing.

She whispered, "The general... is as obedient as a child. Oh no, Jincheng and the others were not so obedient at the beginning."

Sure enough, when people compare, they find that Zong Zhao is much easier to get along with than those dandy boys.

Xu Wan breathed a sigh of relief and decided to choose the topic of the next discussion. As a result, as soon as she sat down at the desk, she saw a painting spread out on the table.

In the dark courtyard, a cute and naughty woman held the lantern high up, and a little boy beside her stood on tiptoe to reach it, his face anxious and excited, and the lantern in the air emitted a light yellow light, with fluorescent dots.

——It was her and Jin Cheng.

"Who painted this?" Xu Wan looked at the lifelike mother and son in the painting, and the light colors added to the painting. The painting skills were rusty but not distorted.

She looked up and looked around. There was only a big bed and a soft couch in the huge bedroom, and the desk in front of her was also placed in a corner with her and Zong Zhao's things. Except for her, it was painted by Zong Zhao.

Xu Wan looked out the window. If she opened the window a little at this angle, she could see the scene of them playing with lanterns last night. Zong Zhao saw it last night...in the house.

She thought about it, what should he look like at that time?

The window was slightly open, revealing half of his face. The lines of his profile were very hard, but when he wanted to paint them, the expression on his face should have been soft, right?

While Xu Wan was thinking this, she had already ground the ink in her hand. She picked up the pen and drew a small window in the lower right corner of the painting. Because the distance was far, she added the half-open window and half of the profile face to the painting stroke by stroke.