Houfu Key Class

"The children's autumn exam is coming, but time is too tight and there are still many shortcomings to be made up. I have been looking for past exam questions with the teachers recently, but it is difficult to collect them because they are so old. I heard that you were the top scholar eleven years ago, and you have the best talent and memory. I wonder if you can recite a copy of the autumn exam questions of that year?"

After Xu Wan finished writing these, she waited for the ink on the paper to dry naturally, and put the two most recent exam questions they collected next to it, so that when Zong Zhao couldn't remember the exam questions, seeing these two exam questions could inspire some memories.

After finishing all this, she thought about it and added: "My husband" and "My wife, Xu Wan will stay" at the beginning and end of the letter respectively.

After all, she was asking for help from others, and the work of reciting was large, so it was not a small matter. Xu Wan respectfully addressed the other party and added her own name, completing the standard writing of a letter.

Xu Wan was very satisfied.

She looked at the word "husband" and said to herself, "This kind of address is really the most suitable to be written out. It's so embarrassing to say it out loud."

The next morning.

Xu Wan woke up and stretched, yawned a long time, rubbed her eyes, and habitually looked at the soft couch.

Sure enough, no one was there again.

She fumbled to get out of bed and put on her shoes, thinking that Zong Zhao must have replied to her letter, saying that he promised to write down the test questions for her or if she couldn't remember the test questions. However, when she looked at the desk-

In front of the large desk that should have been empty, there was a slender figure sitting. The man sat upright. He was only wearing the simplest casual clothes, but he exuded vigorous vitality. At this moment, he was concentrating on writing, and his hand holding the pen kept moving.

"Ah..."

Unexpectedly, Xu Wan didn't expect to see him, and was shocked.

Although they lived under the same roof, she hadn't seen this face for three days, and she was surprised for a while.

Zong Zhao didn't even raise his head. He wrote while saying, "Go wash up and eat. I'm almost done with memorizing."

"Oh, oh." Xu Wan listened to the instructions and quickly turned around to wash up and change clothes.

God, she had long been accustomed to Zong Zhao not being in the room, so she just got out of bed in her pajamas and dragged her shoes. Fortunately, Zong Zhao didn't raise his head.

Xu Wan picked up her idol baggage and hurried to wash up and change clothes.

After everything was tidied up, Cuizhi asked someone to send breakfast to the small round table outside, and the maids were busy in and out.

Zong Zhao was still writing for the children inside, and Xu Wan was embarrassed to sit down and eat by herself. She walked to the desk and took a look at the progress. She had already memorized poems and fu.

Poems and fu have many items, including memorization, translation, and creation. For creation, you only need to remember some big questions. The other memorizations are many and complicated. Without the best memory, you can't memorize them.

Moreover, the Autumn Examination was held one year earlier than the Palace Examination, and it had been twelve years since Zong Zhao participated in the Autumn Examination.

Somehow, a picture emerged in Xu Wan's mind. The fourteen-year-old boy Zong Zhao was sitting at the examination table in the Imperial Examination Hall, answering the test questions meticulously.

Looking at Zong Zhao who was now reciting the test questions, the two figures overlapped, and Xu Wan couldn't help but sigh: This memory is really worthy of being a genius boy who broke the record of the youngest age in the imperial examination.

Xu Wan looked for a while before reminding him: "Zong Zhao, eat first, don't rush to write."

Zong Zhao paused when writing, and his eyes showed no emotion.

He hummed and said: "I'll go over right away."

As he said this, he completed the second half of the poem, then put down the pen and pressed the paper with a ruler.

In front of the small round table.

Xu Wan and Zong Zhao had breakfast together for the first time. Zong Zhao implemented the principle of not talking while eating very well, and he spoke very little, which made her, who was used to listening to the little devil's chatter every day, really uncomfortable.

She took the initiative to ask: "After you finish the test, are you going to go out?"

"Yes." Zong Zhao replied.

"..."

The air fell into silence again.

Xu Wan thought, as expected, "Oh, yes" is a chat killer, one word can make the conversation cold.

She didn't care so much and decided to concentrate on eating. Anyway, Zong Zhao was not often at home. If he hadn't helped her with the test today, he would have gone out by now.

He is so busy, what on earth is he busy with? Luo Jingfeng still has time to annoy the little devil... Zong Zhao seems to have not seen the children in the key class yet.

Xu Wan thought a lot in her mind, but didn't say a word, lest she asked a question and Zong Zhao said another "Yes", she should save her energy to talk nonsense with the little devil.

Unexpectedly, Zong Zhao suddenly spoke again: "I'm investigating Yan Xiang's case recently, and I might borrow Wen Xiu to go out."

"Ah?" Xu Wan, who was concentrating on eating, was surprised, "Yan Xiang's case? The corruption case twelve years ago?"

It was the famous corruption case, which started with Yan Xiang's corruption of one thousand taels. Yan Xiang was dismissed from office and died of suffocation. His family also fell into the slums to avoid the enemy, and some died and some were injured.

And Wen Xiu was conceived at that time.

Zong Zhao lowered his eyes and whispered: "They are Zong Yan's in-laws. If I don't take care of it, no one will."

Xu Wan nodded and said: "It should be, then you go ahead, call Wen Xiu if you need to, I'll tell him. Oh, by the way, Wei Hong should know more than him, if it's inconvenient for you to ask her, I can help you ask."

"Wen Xiu knows more." Zong Zhao said.

"Ah?" Xu Wan was puzzled again.

Zong Zhao told her: "There are some female relatives in Yan Xiang's family who have been living in the slums. In order not to affect Wen Xiu and his mother, they did not let them know their existence. Two years ago, Wen Xiu secretly took them out and settled them in a house on the outskirts of the city."

Xu Wan was shocked: "There is such a thing? After Tong Ya was rescued, Wen Xiu said that his aunt's family lived in the suburbs of Beijing, and sent Tong Ya back after the dance house case was settled. I thought Tong Ya's mother was protected by her husband's family after she got married, but I didn't expect that their whole family, young and old, would fall into the slums... This child didn't tell me a word of truth, and he did it quietly."

Zong Zhao continued to tell her: "Jin Cheng also knew."

Xu Wan was twisted.

She squeezed the chopsticks hard and smiled like an old witch: "These two rascals are really good at hiding things..."

The year before last...

That was the year she just entered the mansion. The two kids went from being unfamiliar to good brothers, studying together, saving money together...

Xu Wan's mind suddenly rang.

She remembered that after Wen Xiu's identity was just confirmed by the old lady, Jin Cheng suddenly came to her and asked for a reward of one thousand taels of silver. She said that he was poor, why did he want one thousand taels of silver?

As a result, after the little devil failed to get money from her, he asked her to increase Wenxiu's monthly salary by ten taels of silver, determined to save money with his brother.

Two young masters who have no worries about food and drink suddenly want to save money for what? The result is self-evident.

It turned out that they secretly saved money to support Wenxiu's family.

"Okay... okay, Jincheng is really good at hiding it, even from me." Xu Wan couldn't eat this meal, she stood up and walked out in a hurry.