Houfu Key Class

Originally, he brought Jin Cheng there to relieve His Highness' boredom, but the little boy's behavior gave him a headache for His Highness.

So eloquent.

Still ups and downs...

You can intermittently hear the exaggerated words inside from outside.

Zong Zhao endured for half an hour before catching him out, and he already felt that his patience was much better than before.

Xu Wan smiled from ear to ear: "Jin Cheng may not understand why you talk so little. Why don't you use the knowledge you learn in speaking?"

Zong Zhao was silent for a long time before he said seriously: "Let's have a child who talks less in the future. He will look like you, but talk less."

Xu Wan frowned and thought about her taciturn self...

She said weakly: "It doesn't look too cute?"

Zong Zhao also thought about what she said.

He quickly gave in and said, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

But even so, Zong Zhao would still take Jin Cheng there every ten days and a half, talk to the prince for half an hour and then find out.

In February.

As students from all over the country came to Beijing one after another, the entire capital became more lively than ever. Even in the mansion, you can feel the changes in the outside world.

At the request of the young people, Xu Wan and Zong Zhao took them to the library to communicate. The five of them got ready early in the morning and were so excited that they could do a set of punches.

Shen Yibai was the first to ask: "Aunt, aunt, we met those people today. Do we want to compete with them on our real skills? I'm not afraid of anything else. I'm just afraid that those Jie Yuanlang will learn from them and surpass us. , what should we do?”

He was still deeply impressed by what he had learned from Ge Hong before. It was okay that Ge Hong was far behind them. Helping him would not affect him. But if he had learned from a real competitor, he would have been sent to his door. The business was made at a loss.

Xu Wan asked with a smile: "Didn't you clamor to abuse food before? Why are you now afraid of being stolen?"

Wei Xinglu said truthfully: "In the capital city right now, Xie Yuan Yayuan is running around, saying they are exchanging knowledge, but in fact they are all our competitors in Chunwei. Do they dare to expose their strength?"

Zong Jincheng held his chin and thought: "I think they will show half of it and hide the other half?"

Zong Wenxiu then said: "Then let's take a look at the situation first and try not to expose our strength. If we want to compete, we should also focus on Chun Wei. How about we keep a low profile throughout this trip?"

The little devil smiled and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea: "Then let's pretend to be young boys and pretend to be one of the five prodigies, but we don't have the merits that Qiu Wei passed."

He Zheng's eyes lit up and he agreed: "Anyway, we are young and won't be noticed!"

"Not bad, not bad, let's go and join in the fun."

The five teenagers still decided to go and have a look, and all got on the carriage, and Zong Jincheng came to squeeze in with his parents again.

The carriage was moving.

Xu Wan asked Zong Zhao: "Actually, I haven't seen how students communicate in the library. Have you seen it?"

Zong Zhao is the only one who has experience here, but according to his personality, he may not join in the fun.

Zong Zhao replied: "I've seen them. They just gather around to fight poems and pairs, talk about the current situation, and share their own opinions. Although most of the content they talk about can't be tested, but seeing so many talented people from I still want to see the outside world when I come here.”

Zong Jincheng became interested and asked, "Dad, did you participate in the discussion? Will you hide your strength?"

Zong Zhao recalled, and replied: "I participated, but what I said can only provide people with new ideas at most, but it cannot be of decisive help."

The little devil tilted his head and asked, "Ah? Dad, you are so selfless. Aren't you afraid that they will push you down?"

Zong Zhao told him about Chunwei's admission rules: "The number of successful candidates in the imperial examination is about 300. If there are more talented people in the current session, more admissions will be added, otherwise, the admission quota will be reduced. In my imperial examination, only Two hundred and ninety-one people were admitted; the students of the following year saw that the number of places was reduced, so they studied hard and admitted 330 people."

"Oh..." Zong Jincheng understood, "That is to say, if they are good enough, they can be admitted even if they exceed the 300 quota. That's great. This way, even if someone is taught by me, they won't Squeeze me out, no wonder they all come out to communicate, it turns out they don’t affect each other.”

Xu Wan reminded: "That's not what you said. For example, the person you teach is of equal strength to you, such as Qin Ye, who pushed you down one spot."

Zong Jincheng's face instantly turned green.

He said with a sad face: "Mom, I started to regret that time I competed with Qin Ye, because he told me that he had learned a lesson, he had learned a lesson!! He must have succeeded in stealing the lesson (╥﹏╥)"

Zong Jincheng, who took almost a year to react, is now so regretful that his intestines are green. He screamed: "I won't have cultivated a policy opponent for myself, will I?"

Xu Wan was also asked.

She didn't know how to answer this question: "Until now, I haven't seen Qin Ye's strategy. I can't detect his strength, and I can't judge your current strategy level or who is stronger."

Zong Jincheng started to put his hands together and closed his eyes to make a wish: "I hope that when I get to the library later, I will find Qin Ye is there and is competing with others, so that I can see where his strength lies!"

Xu Wan was also looking forward to it, although she didn't think Qin Ye would come.

But looking at Zong Zhao...it's hard to say.

People like Zong Zhao who don't like to join in the fun would want to go and see it. Maybe Qin Ye will go too?

Suibian Bookstore.

This is the largest bookstore in the capital, spacious and bright, with more than 20 tables on the first floor and countless private rooms on the second floor. Before each spring exam, the owner of this bookstore would warmly entertain candidates from all over the country to exchange ideas, in order to increase its reputation. Now the room is full of talented people from all over the country, speaking eloquently.

"If you ask me, Brother Wei's poem is quite free and easy like Su Xi. Brother Wei, tell me the truth. Since you are the champion from Jiangnan, have you met Mr. Su?"

"No, no, how could I meet Mr. Su? I just showed off a little bit, it's not worth mentioning."

Zong Jincheng and his group heard this when they entered the door, and they all leaned their heads to look: "What a coincidence, we met the champion from Jiangnan as soon as we arrived, and he hasn't even met Mr. Su?"

Shen Yibai laughed: "Not only have we met, but we have also been deeply taught by Mr. Su for more than a month. Rounding it off, I am better than the champion from Jiangnan!"

Xu Wan was deeply impressed by his ability to calculate accounts.

He can pass the exam without Su Xi's guidance, but you who have Su Xi's guidance can't pass it, how can you say that you are better...

The second brother saw that they were dressed in extraordinary clothes, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet them: "Welcome, guests, do you want the hall or the private room?"

Zong Zhao handed him silver: "The hall, good tea."

"Okay, guests, please take a seat."

The private room is quiet, but it is not convenient for communication, so they prefer to sit in the hall, drink some tea, and listen to the communication of the talented people up close.

But Zong Wenxiu saw two familiar people with his sharp eyes, and he whispered: "Huh? Qin Shi and Qin Ye are here too."