Houfu Key Class

Xu Wan rolled her eyes to the sky.

She knew it.

I didn't expect that the smart and knowledgeable old man would be fooled by the little devil.

He is worthy of being called the little devil.

He is full of tricks.

"Well, well, you are a teachable kid. Jincheng, your progress in the past month really impressed me. As the old saying goes, it is never too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost. Besides, you are still young, and it is not too late to study hard now."

Baili Xi praised him and laughed, his eyebrows and eyes squeezed together, and with his fat body, he looked like Maitreya Buddha.

Zong Jincheng finally got a chance to be proud, and immediately raised his eyebrows proudly at Xu Wan, with his hands on his hips.

That posture seemed to say:

See, this game is won by this young master!

The proud and confident look of the boy was dazzling, and Cuizhi was worried about him.

The young master was arrogant, really arrogant.

Madam knows his true strength, and he dared to challenge her. If she gets angry and tells the truth, she can easily expose his weakness of only being able to recite but not write.

But he is just a child after all.

Zong Jincheng is simple-minded, and the calculations in his mind are not as big as mung beans. He can't think of such far-reaching consequences at all, and pretends to be polite and replied: "It's all thanks to the good teaching of the teacher. I'm sorry for your trouble."

Baili Xi was even more relieved to see that he had become so polite.

He stroked his beard and arranged: "In this case, Jincheng will follow Wenxiu's progress and study Mengqiu together. I will come to teach you tomorrow."

"Thank you, teacher." The two children replied in unison.

Xu Wan stood up to see Baili Xi out of the house, and on the way she politely said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Master. Jincheng has made great progress, all thanks to your careful teaching."

"Madam, you are too kind. You have brought this child back to the right path..."

The two adults kept praising each other, and they went further and further away in the mutual flattery of adults.

Zong Wenxiu, who was left behind, was very happy for him. Although his younger brother didn't work so hard this month and didn't spend too much time on memorizing, he was very talented and soon caught up with his recitation progress. Zong Wenxiu suddenly felt full of pressure. Fortunately, Madam asked him not to stop studying, otherwise he would be surpassed by his younger brother.

He turned around and saw that his younger brother's face suddenly changed.

Zong Jincheng saw the two people leave, and his smiling face immediately collapsed, turning into a fierce look that said I am not easy to mess with. The little devil threw the book in his hand back casually, hitting the ground with a loud noise, and the brand new paper fell to the ground and stuck with a lot of dust.

He slumped on the chair with his legs spread out, his feet resting on the table, and kicked the inkstone to the ground with his dusty soles, spilling the ink all over the floor. The perpetrator didn't think anything was wrong, and acted like a dandy who didn't care about other people's lives.

Zong Wenxiu, who had just praised his brother in his heart: "?"

No, how come he suddenly became a completely different person?

Didn't my brother become a better person? ?

"Jincheng?" Zong Wenxiu called out tentatively.

The little devil continued to lie in a state of paralysis, closing his tired eyes tightly and howling loudly: "I am so tired, and finally this hard life is over. I don't want to be a good man who is brave and righteous next time. Come on, Shunzi, keep the door tight, and when that woman comes back, she will immediately take back my money and people. I don't want to recite a book again in my life!"

Zong Wenxiu: "..."

Yes, I almost forgot that my brother didn't study voluntarily, but for himself. Now that he has completed the agreement with the lady, does he have to leave the study?

Zong Wenxiu, who has been accustomed to taking his brother to study every day, is still a little disappointed. Although his brother gets up late every day, recites without opening his eyes, leaves early, and goes to bed early, he is at least the only peer he can talk to in this marquis's mansion.

As the only servant of Zong Jincheng, Shunzi dutifully guards the door, but he didn't see Xu Wan come back after waiting for a cup of tea.

The little devil was getting impatient with his eyes closed. He looked outside: "What's going on? Did she run away and deny it? She has enough time to go back and forth to the master's door three times."

When he opened his eyes, he saw that there was no one outside, not even a maid, just like the usual situation after class.

Xu Wan...wouldn't she forget them here?

Zong Jincheng put away his arrogant legs on the table, and just as he got off the ground, he saw his cousin squatting on the ground, holding a clean rag in his hand, carefully wiping the ink on the ground.

That was the inkstone he kicked over just now.

The little devil did this kind of thing more than once or twice, and no one ever said anything to him. Even in front of his grandparents, his grandmother lovingly arranged for the maids to clean up.

Zong Wenxiu...

After all, he is his brother.

Zong Jincheng suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt, which was inexplicably awkward. He went forward and pulled the man up: "Just ask Shunzi to clean it up."

Zong Wenxiu smiled at him: "No need, Shunzi still has to help you watch the door, I can just clean it, it's not a heavy job."

Zong Jincheng frowned and let him go.

Then he saw someone quickly wiping the floor, changing the rag in his hand, and the floor was soon clean.

After wiping the ink, Zong Wenxiu put the inkstone on the table again. He also picked up the books thrown away by his brother, patted the dust, and put them neatly on the table.

The little devil thought that Zong Wenxiu would say something to him about not treating books like this, and that scholars should be so particular, but he said nothing, instead he said: "Did you put something in the inkstone that made its ink unable to write?"

Zong Jincheng replied proudly: "Hehe, I put some lard."

Zong Wenxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, it was true.

"Madam must have found out."

The little devil shrugged fearlessly, and didn't look scared at all: "If she found out, she found out, anyway, the teacher let me pass, if she cheated, she would be a dog."

Zong Wenxiu shook his head when he heard it.

It's not that simple.

He heard about the agreement between the lady and the grandmother, she would not give up letting her brother study easily.

It's just that the person involved didn't realize it.

Xu Wan originally wanted to settle accounts with the little devil after sending Master Baili away. It was not easy to get him into the study, how could she let him run away like this.

Just as she was thinking about what to do, Baili Xi suddenly said to her in an ambiguous way: "Madam, no matter what you do, you should proceed step by step. Don't rush, or you will go astray."

Xu Wan blinked her eyelashes slightly, looked at the old man in front of her who was smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and smiled: "Thank you for your advice, Master."

She thought Zong Jincheng really fooled Master Baili.

It turned out that he was a wise fool.

He just didn't have the same experience as that little devil.

After all, he was the one who taught the top scholar, and his heart was like a mirror.

Bai Li Xi nodded to her and went back to his home. As for the rest, he thought that Zong Zhao, his daughter-in-law, would handle it well.

When Xu Wan returned to the inner courtyard, she thought about many plans over and over again, pondered the possible reactions after implementation, and kept changing new methods.

Suddenly, she thought of something.

She stopped abruptly-

"Cuizhi, how much pocket money does Wenxiu have per month?"