Chapter 189 Setting the Stage for Mother

He Zheng's knowledge made Zong Jincheng want to laugh. He stole a glance at Xu Wan... and fell asleep.

Humph, he wants to sleep too.

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

Xu Wan was a light sleeper and woke up immediately when she was touched.

When she turned her head, she saw the little devil on her shoulder, with his eyes closed, mouth slightly open, and breathing evenly.

Xu Wan felt helpless and soft-hearted. This boy was truly a natural darling. He was lovable even when he was sleeping.

She lay there without moving until the carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion and the children woke up one after another.

The little devil opened his eyes and felt his face pressing against her shoulder. He quickly jumped up like a cannonball and looked at her defensively, afraid that she would say something sarcastic to him again.

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

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

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

Zong Jincheng was a little uncomfortable for a while.

She really called a truce with him and stopped arguing with him. She even spoke to him in a gentle voice without any sarcasm at all... She really did like me, right? She liked me, she must have liked me very much, she just didn't find the stage to come down before.

The little devil figured it out, and continued to jog after him with a smile on his face. He said in a particularly good mood, "I will start practicing calligraphy tomorrow."

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

Yes, that's definitely the case.

A smart son should learn to set the stage for his mother.

"Ah?" Xu Wan turned back in shock, "Is this something you can say?"

The little bastard who always tries to get away with it when the topic of calligraphy practice comes up, actually took the initiative to propose practicing calligraphy. Will the sun rise from the west tomorrow?

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

As he spoke, he walked towards his yard, leaving Xu Wan standing there in a daze. After a while, she shook her head and smiled to herself, "This kid..."

The little devil said he wanted to practice calligraphy, so he practiced calligraphy. However, his handwriting had been fixed in the same scribble-like style for too long, so even if he slowed down, he couldn't practice well. The best he could do was make it recognizable, but it still didn't look good.

"Jincheng, you can memorize books while practicing calligraphy. I found a book that you haven't learned yet and copied a few pages for you to copy first. I will copy the rest later." Pan Hongzhi's Beiyuan standard font is online again.

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

Xu Wan heard these words 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 over and over again."

Pan Hongzhi and Zong Jincheng looked at each other.

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

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

Xu Wan picked up the pen and wrote ten words on the paper: man, heart, forever, sky, fire, inch, ancient, worker, mouth, woman.

Each character is extremely simple, yet contains the basic strokes: horizontal, vertical, dot, left-falling stroke, and right-falling stroke.

It is easy to practice and the effect is quick.

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 above, and asked, "Can't I just copy this?"

Pan Hongzhi quickly took advantage of the opportunity to explain: "This type of calligraphy is called Hairpin Flower Small Regular Script, which was created by Mrs. Wei, the teacher of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi. The calligraphy is soft, beautiful, elegant and graceful. In our Beijing, it is mostly written by women."

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

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

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

The effect of practicing calligraphy soon became apparent. 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 children's exam class, with Zong Wenxiu ranking 88th and Zong Jincheng ranking 108th.

After the little devil came back after looking at the results, he angrily said to He Zheng: "Qin Ye is the first again, how annoying! How come Qingbo Academy doesn't have anyone who can fight?"

He Zheng looked confused. He had been in the key class for nearly two months and had never seen Qin Ye. However, he had been scolded countless times in class every day and heard Jin Cheng say bad things about Qin Ye countless times. As a result, he was now extremely curious about this Qin Ye.

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

But on the surface he had to persuade him in a kind voice: "Qin Ye is too strong, but we will definitely be able to defeat him in the future."

Zong Jincheng snorted heavily and said, "Let him be arrogant for a while. Wait and see how quickly this genius will surpass him!"

"Yes, of course!" Zong Wenxiu echoed and encouraged him.

The little devil was so excited that he raised his head and shouted loudly: "Come on, let's shout the class training again!"

"Defeat Qin Ye and we will definitely be promoted to the top!" 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 investigation and rigorous interrogation, Miss Luo's personal maid and imperial physician confessed that she was secretly pregnant and gave out the name of the midwife.

The midwife, with tears streaming down her face and blood dripping, knelt down and said, "It's a boy, it's a boy!"

They once swore to keep this secret, but the oath was empty after all. When the board and the branding iron were on them, they no longer cared about the oath and loyalty.

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

The midwife shook her head with tears in her eyes: "I didn't know. When the child was born, many people rushed in and knocked us all unconscious. When we woke up, the child was gone and the third young lady had committed suicide."

General Pang looked at the executioner next to him, who replied, "General, they all confessed. The testimony of the midwife and the maid is consistent. They were tried separately."

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

The midwife shook her head violently: "No, there is no birthmark."

General Pang was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. He tried to calm himself down, muttering, "Miss San's memorial day is the sixth day of the seventh month... Check, check all the eight-year-old boys born on this day, everywhere in the capital, inside and outside, check them all!"