Houfu Key Class

Zong Jincheng was listening intently, but when he heard the prince's name, he immediately became alert.

He asked warily: "You don't want to blame His Highness again, do you?"

After pulling it back and forth, could it be that he wants me to hate His Highness together with him?

How is this possible!

Your Highness did nothing wrong!

Seeing that he finally had an expression, Luo Jingfeng snorted coldly: "Of course not, I'm blaming the person who notified the prince now. Brat, you said your mother didn't respond for a long time, but you became anxious when the prince was mentioned. If I didn't know the truth, I really believe the rumors that the prince is your father."

Zong Jincheng glared at him and said, "Do you think I don't want to? Well, it's better to be His Highness's son, otherwise there will be so many things."

Luo Jingfeng followed his train of thought and thought: "Although your mother is four years older than the prince, she is still much better than your bastard father. If given the choice, I would rather she marry a country man." I don’t want her to enter the palace even if she marries a fisherman or a tofu seller.”

"What's the use of talking about it in hindsight?" the pragmatic little devil complained.

Luo Jingfeng was shocked: "Hey, do you want to be beaten?"

Zong Jincheng was not afraid of him at all. He even crossed his arms and said arrogantly and confidently: "My father is still downstairs. Do you want to beat me? Let's beat him first!"

Luo Jingfeng laughed and said, "You kid, you are good at summoning people. If Zong Zhao and I fight, we may not lose."

"Then go and fight, brag, my dad is the best!" Zong Jincheng became more and more confident as he spoke, as if he was the best fighter.

Luo Jingfeng burst out laughing.

After listening for a long time, Zong Jincheng asked again: "Is this what you want to say when you talk to me?" He was still waiting to go downstairs to write a policy paper.

Luo Jingfeng suppressed his smile and said quietly: "My uncle wants to tell you that your mother's life has not been easy. After our brother came to power, she did not enjoy any blessings. So, don't blame her, she It’s just a woman who shouldn’t bear all the blame for this rotten imperial power struggle.”

Zong Jincheng was shocked, slowly raised his head, and asked, "Then who should be blamed? Uncle, didn't all this start when she decided to give birth to me?"

Everyone knew the truth, but no one dared to mention it, especially in front of Luo Jingfeng.

This was no different from blaming Luo Shu in front of him.

Luo Jingfeng's eyes were sharp. He stared at the little devil's eyes seriously and taught word by word: "You can blame your grandfather for favoring profit over daughters and sending your mother into a den of tigers and wolves; you can also blame the emperor for being stupid and useless and only knowing You are afraid of loyal ministers and wary of women; you can blame me for being arrogant, domineering, and contemptuous of the imperial power. But you can only blame her, your mother, my sister."

These few sentences are both an explanation and a declaration.

No matter what he thought before, he would have to follow the thoughts Luo Jingfeng gave him. He could blame anyone, but not Luo Shu, just because that was his mother, Luo Jingfeng's most beloved sister. .

Arrogant and arrogant.

This is Luo Jingfeng.

Zong Jincheng stared at him for a long time, the anger in his chest rose and fell, the fists in his hands clenched and unclenched, he smiled and said casually: "Is it interesting to blame so many people? Yes? At this time, I might as well think about how to defeat Qin Ye in Spring Palace."

Seeing that he didn't talk back, Luo Jingfeng softened his attitude and asked casually: "Who is Qin Ye?"

Zong Jincheng said angrily: "My future subordinates will be defeated!"

Luo Jingfeng remembered that his Qiuwei results were pretty good and he got into the tenth place, and the existence that could make him strive to catch up was...

"This year's Jie Yuanlang?"

Zong Jincheng snorted and said harshly: "Little Xie Yuanlang, what's so great about it? When I take Hui Yuanlang, everyone will only remember my name, Zong Jincheng!"

Luo Jingfeng was filled with passion when he heard this. He clapped his hands and said, "What a great ambition! How can you say that Yuan Lang, a mere kid from Qin Ye, is worthy of riding on the head of Cheng'er? I'm waiting to see you, Chunwei, defeat him."

Zong Jincheng rolled his eyes at him: "If you exaggerate, just exaggerate. Why are you attacking Qin Ye personally?"

Luo Jingfeng: "???Didn't you start it first?"

Zong Jincheng was anxious: "Don't slander me. I didn't attack Qin Ye. I meant to defeat him. You just said he didn't deserve it. Anyone with strength deserves it!"

Luo Jingfeng was confused: "A powerful person... do you regard him as an opponent, or do you regard him as a friend?"

The little devil's face darkened for a second: "Of course he is an opponent, who wants to be his friend?" He stood up and wanted to go downstairs.

Luo Jingfeng grabbed the back of his neck and reminded: "Wait a minute, the jade pendant is not confiscated yet."

Zong Jincheng: "..."

It's so annoying, he's so lenient.

The little devil took the small jade pendant with a face, stuffed it into his arms, and ran downstairs.

Luo Jingfeng looked at Zong Jincheng's bouncing back and murmured: "Third sister, although you really want him to live an ordinary life, his identity is destined to make him unable to do this. And I can only Yes, I will do my best to help him clear the way forward and make all those who threaten Cheng'er's life disappear."

After Luo Jingfeng went down to the second floor, he discussed with Zong Zhao and Xu Wan about hiring a tutor for the children.

"Since the old man taught poetry well, it shows that it is really useful to find a powerful master to teach. I will inform the left and right ministers of the Ministry of Etiquette when I get back and ask them to come and teach tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Zong Zhao, even Xu Wan changed his face.

Luo Jingfeng was too arrogant. Such a grand invitation of a teacher from the Ministry of Rites for Jincheng and the others would surely arouse suspicion from both inside and outside the palace.

Zong Zhao asked him to go out to the other courtyard to discuss.

As soon as the three adults left, the five young boys immediately exploded.

Zong Wenxiu was dumbfounded: "The Ministry of Rites only has two left and right assistant ministers, who are of the third rank and are responsible for the imperial examinations. One of these two people must be responsible for supervising the spring examination this year. Isn't it too exaggerated for the two examiners to come directly to our house to teach?"

Shen Yibai swallowed his saliva and said: "It's more than an exaggeration. If it gets out, they will definitely say that we got in through the back door."

He Zheng also said weakly: "Although I really want to get the first place, if I get it like this, I feel that I will never be able to stand up straight in this life."

Wei Xinglu added: "The rumors outside will definitely spray us to death."

Zong Jincheng complained numbly: "He will think of some magical operations every day. Don't worry about him. Dad and mom will definitely not Agreed, let's concentrate on writing the policy paper."

"That makes sense, aunt will definitely be the first to disagree."

"Uncle Zong will definitely firmly defend aunt's decision!"

"I felt relieved instantly."

"I was almost scared to death by Luo Jingfeng."

"But you know what, it feels great to be able to invite a great teacher to teach at any time, right Jincheng? We all benefit from you." Shen Yibai bumped his shoulder and whispered, "Luo Jingfeng is so good to you, I don't know if he will accept a son, it's really enviable..."

Zong Jincheng raised the corner of his mouth, smiled and teased him: "Go and ask, didn't he mention you twice? Maybe he has already chosen you and plans to recognize you as his second son."