Houfu Key Class

He Zheng's tactfulness made Zong Jincheng want to laugh. He stole a glance at Xu Wan... she was asleep.

Humph, he also wanted to sleep.

The little devil leaned against the carriage, yawned and fell asleep. After falling asleep, the little boy unconsciously fell to one side and finally leaned directly on Xu Wan.

Xu Wan was a light sleeper and woke up as soon as she was touched.

She turned her head and saw the little devil on her shoulder, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, and his even breathing moved again and again.

Xu Wan was helpless and soft-hearted. This kid was really a natural darling, and he could be lovable even when he was asleep.

She was leaned against like this and did not move until the carriage stopped at the door of the Marquis's Mansion and the children woke up one after another.

The little devil opened his eyes and felt his face pressing against her shoulders. He quickly jumped up like a cannonball and looked at her defensively, fearing that she would stab him again.

Xu Wan stretched her sore shoulders and said to him, "Let's go back to the room and have a good sleep."

"Oh." The little devil responded blankly and followed her out of the car.

Xu Wan walked in front, and he followed behind not far away.

Zong Jincheng was still a little uncomfortable for a while.

She really stopped fighting with him, and she didn't argue with him anymore. She spoke in a gentle voice, without any thorns... She really likes me, she likes me, she must like me very much, she just didn't find a way out before.

The little devil figured it out, raised his mouth and continued to jog to catch up, and said in a very good mood: "I will start practicing calligraphy tomorrow."

She always hoped that he would practice calligraphy. If he practiced obediently, she would definitely like him more and more, and might even take the initiative to hold his hand and touch his head...

Yes, that must be the case.

A smart son must learn to build a good step for his mother.

"Ah?" Xu Wan turned back in shock, "Can you say that?"

The little bastard who always tries to get away with practicing calligraphy actually offered to practice calligraphy. Will the sun rise from the west tomorrow?

The little devil pouted and glared at her, snorting, "Don't look down on me. I know the importance of practicing calligraphy. I will practice it tomorrow!"

He walked towards his yard while talking, leaving Xu Wan stunned. After a long while, he shook his head and smiled to himself, "This kid..."

The little devil said he wanted to practice calligraphy, but his ghost-like handwriting had been fixed for too long, so he couldn't practice well even if he slowed down. At most, he could make it recognizable, but it still didn't look good.

"Jincheng, you can recite books while practicing calligraphy. I found a book you haven't learned yet, and copied a few pages for you to copy first, and I'll copy the rest." Pan Hongzhi's North Courtyard standard font was online again.

"Okay." Zong Jincheng took it, honestly changed the purple ink to black, and began to copy seriously.

Xu Wan heard this when she came over. Writing and reciting at the same time did save the little devil a lot of study time, but the speed of practicing calligraphy was still a bit slow, and it was still quite time-consuming overall.

She said, "Master Pan, there is no need to copy books for Jincheng. Just let him copy these words repeatedly."

Pan Hongzhi and Zong Jincheng looked at them together.

The little devil was a little excited. Could it be that she had some powerful method to teach him?

Pan Hongzhi also handed over the paper and pen, and said modestly, "Please teach me, Madam."

Xu Wan picked up the pen and wrote ten words on the paper: person, heart, eternal, day, fire, inch, ancient, work, mouth, female.

Each word is extremely simple, but contains basic strokes: horizontal, vertical, dot, left-falling, right-falling.

It is easy to practice and the effect is fast.

Pan Hongzhi understood it at a glance and nodded continuously, saying, "Madam is really amazing. I will rewrite these words now."

The little devil poked his head out, looked at the beautiful handwriting on it, and asked, "Can't I just copy this?"

Pan Hongzhi quickly took advantage of the opportunity to popularize science: "This font is called hairpin flower small regular script, which was created by Madam Wei, the teacher of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi. The font is soft, beautiful, elegant and graceful. It is mostly written by women in our capital."

"Oh..." The little devil's face fell when he heard it, "Then I'd better practice my Beiyuan style well."

Xu Wan couldn't help laughing, patted the little boy's shoulder, and left the study.

The little devil looked at her back and felt motivated again. He took the handwriting handed over by Pan Hongzhi and started practicing again.

The effect of practicing calligraphy soon appeared. In the monthly exam in early September, the two brothers of the Zong family finally climbed onto the list.

There were a total of 200 candidates in the Tongke class, Zong Wenxiu ranked 88th and Zong Jincheng ranked 108th.

After checking the results, the little devil came back and said to He Zheng angrily: "Qin Ye is the first again, annoying, how come there is no one in Qingbo Academy who can beat him?"

He Zheng looked confused. He had been in the key class for almost two months and had never seen Qin Ye. However, he had heard the class motto countless times every day and heard Jin Cheng say bad things about Qin Ye countless times, which made him extremely curious about this Qin Ye.

Zong Wenxiu silently added in his heart: No one in Hanlin North Academy can beat Qin Ye.

But on the surface, he had to persuade him kindly: "Qin Ye is too strong, but we will definitely beat him in the future."

Zong Jin Cheng snorted heavily and said: "Let him be arrogant for a while, wait and see how this genius will quickly surpass him!"

"Yeah, I will!" Zong Wenxiu echoed to cheer him up.

The little devil was inspired. He raised his head and shouted loudly: "Come on, let's shout out the class motto again!"

"Defeat Qin Ye and we will definitely be in the top class!" He Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs to cooperate with his good brother.

Zong Wenxiu: "…………"

General Pang's Mansion.

After more than half a month of searching and severe interrogation, Miss Luo San's personal maid and imperial physician all reported her secret pregnancy and revealed the name of the midwife.

The midwife's face was full of tears and she knelt down with blood dripping from her face and said: "It's a boy, it's a boy!"

They once swore to keep this secret, but the oath was false in the end. When the board and iron were on their bodies, they could not care about any oath or loyalty.

General Pang got the good news as he wished, and he shouted excitedly: "Where is the child? Where is that child?"

The midwife shook her head with tears in her eyes: "My slave didn't know that many people came in right after the baby was born and knocked us all unconscious. When we woke up, the baby was gone and the third lady committed suicide."

General Pang looked at the executioner next to him, and the man replied: "General, they have all been recruited. The midwife and the maid's confessions are consistent, and they are tried separately."

"What characteristics does the child have, like birthmarks?" General Pang asked again.

The midwife shook her head violently: "No, there are no birthmarks."

General Pang felt as if he had been poured cold water on him. He tried to calm down and muttered: "Miss Third's memorial day is the sixth day of July... Check, check for me all the eight-year-old boys born on this day, all over the capital. Check everything inside and out for me!”