Chapter 123 The Little Devil Starts His Show

"Yes, yes, yes, it cannot be explained clearly. Wan'er must have her own considerations, so she did not tell Jincheng the truth." The old marquis said, "Then let's keep it a secret and not reply to the letter for now. Just pretend that we didn't receive it."

The old lady carefully touched her grandson's letter. Although the bright red, crooked handwriting was a bit scary, she felt soft in her heart when she thought that this was written to them by Jincheng when he grew up.

She took the letter back to the table and said slowly, "If it were in the past, even if I didn't tell him the truth, I would buy him an original jade pendant to make my little grandson happy. But, sir, what do you think we should give Jincheng for his birthday?"

"A Duan inkstone is the best. Choose one for Jincheng. He writes a lot now, so he must use it often." The old marquis asked uncertainly, "This shouldn't be considered as a personal property, right?"

The old lady thought about the expensiveness of the inkstone and said thoughtfully, "...Don't be impatient. Wait for me to think about it."

The old couple fell into silence.

While Bie Zhuang was worrying about what birthday present to choose for his little grandson, the little devil was still waiting for a reply in the Marquis's mansion day by day.

The first day passed and there was no reply.

Shunzi said, "Maybe the letter hasn't been delivered yet. The weather has been bad recently, and the pigeon may have lost its way."

Pan Hongzhi: “…”

Could you make it more realistic?

The next day passed, and still no reply.

Shunzi continued to save the situation: "Maybe the old marquis and the old lady went out to play, and they were not in other manors and could not receive the letter."

Pan Hongzhi no longer wanted to listen.

When it comes to talking nonsense, Shun Ge is a real master.

But the little devil's anxious mood became more and more difficult to appease, until the third day when he was completely depressed, whining in the house and refusing to go to the study to study.

"My grandmother doesn't love me anymore. She doesn't even reply to my letters..." The little devil lay on the table and complained with red eyes. Tears were about to overflow at any time. Pan Hongzhi was so moved by his pitiful look.

Alas, who knew that the old marquis and the old lady would be so cruel this time. They did not even reply to such a sincere and touching letter. Jincheng was only an eight-year-old child after all, and he must have been very sad.

Pan Hongzhi was worried about whether to tell him the truth, but if he did, wouldn't it expose that he had lied before? But if he didn't tell him, this kid would refuse to go to school...

Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to tell the truth. After all, when the old lady came back, his lie would be exposed sooner or later.

"In fact, the old marquis and the old lady will come back to see you in a few days."

The little devil paused for a moment as he lay on the table, then continued to lie on the table listlessly, saying, "You told me a few days ago that it was a lie, and you are trying to make me happy again. I don't believe you. Grandma doesn't love me anymore, and doesn't think of me anymore. I'm unhappy, wuwuwu."

Pan Hongzhi let out a long sigh and said, "It's true. You're going to have your birthday in a few days, and they will come back to celebrate with you."

"Really? You lied to me and called me a puppy." The little devil's eyes were red, and he stretched out his little finger towards him weakly and helplessly.

Pan Hongzhi felt very childish, but still stretched out his little finger to hook it with him, and said helplessly: "The person who deceived you is a puppy, okay?"

"Okay!" The little devil changed his depressed attitude, jumped up from the stool happily, ran out and said happily, "Wow! I knew my grandmother loved me the most. She must have been busy preparing a birthday gift for me and forgot to reply to my letter!"

"......?" Pan Hongzhi looked at Shunzi and suddenly felt that he had been cheated.

Didn’t this kid have red eyes and look like he was about to cry just now?

How come your mood changes so quickly?

No time buffer is needed at all?

Shunzi looked at the little devil running away, raised the chili hidden in his hand, and said helplessly and innocently: "Master Pan, you are still too naive."

Pan Hongzhi: “!” Damn!

This little bastard actually played him!

The new and talented actor didn't expect to be defeated by a young actor, and he was so angry that he almost fainted.

Shunzi came over and pinched his philtrum while sharing his experience of being irritated by the little devil: "Remember to pinch your own philtrum to stay awake in the future."

Pan Hongzhi was sobered up by the pinching. He pointed at Shunzi angrily and said, "You didn't even give me a warning. You could have just blinked an eye!"

Shunzi said in great fear: "Master Cheng would beat me to death if he knew."

Pan Hongzhi: “…”

Enemies, all enemies!

Pan Hongzhi, who was injured by the enemy, felt that he had become stronger again. He took a deep breath and started running towards the study. Now he just hoped that the boy would not be so affected by the news that he could not concentrate on his studies.

Emotions, whether happy or unhappy, will affect people's concentration.

But, the little devil is an exception.

Because he has a photographic memory...this is a damn enviable talent that most people don't have!

Zong Jincheng sat obediently in his seat, listening to Baili Xi talking about historical anecdotes, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Even Bailixi, the old man who was concentrating, was somewhat affected. He smiled and stroked his beard and asked, "Jincheng, what's the happy news?"

Zong Jincheng openly shared his happy event: "My grandparents will come back in a few days to celebrate my birthday. I am very happy!"

Zong Wenxiu also smiled when he heard this. He hadn't seen his grandparents for a long time.

Baili Xi smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad. I see that you are in a good mood. You can write an article to record your reaction before and after you learned the news. Give it to me tomorrow."

Zong Jincheng responded generously: "Okay, I'll hand it over to the Master tomorrow!"

"Pfft..." Zhao Yin, who had just learned about his friend's experience, laughed without giving any face. He pushed Pan Hongzhi and said, "You will be publicly executed by Jin Cheng tomorrow. The main point of the article is: Watch how I trick my teacher into leaking secrets to me."

Pan Hongzhi's face was red and green, just like a big pot of stew.

He pinched his philtrum and said helplessly, "If it happens again, I'll take this kid's surname. This little bastard with a head full of evil ideas..."

Pan Hongzhi gritted his teeth as he spoke to the end.

Zhao Yin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Madam said that we will also be given three days off. You can take a rest now."

Pan Hongzhi immediately asked: "Do you have money in these three days?"

"..." Zhao Yin asked, "You won't rest until you have money?"

"Are you willing to take a break?" Pan Hongzhi asked back.

Zhao Yin was also stabbed in a vital point. He had to pay ten taels of silver in three days. Who would be willing to rest?

He touched his nose and said, "Fortunately, my wife is kind and has money."

Pan Hongzhi then smiled at him and said, "Finally I can rest for a few days."

Zhao Yin suddenly remembered something: "Um... does Jin Cheng still need your guidance in writing his article tonight?"

Pan Hongzhi: “…”

He was just that close to dying on the spot.