Chapter 261 What does the young master want to hold?

The prince looked at him. The child in front of him was still a nine-year-old boy, with a faint wrinkle on his face. At this moment, he was staring with his big round eyes, looking puzzled and clever.

I want him to grow up quickly, but I also can't bear to see him grow up so fast that he loses the joy of being a child.

"Jincheng." he called.

"Huh?" The little devil tilted his head and looked at him in confusion.

The prince asked softly, "Are you happy?"

Is this the kind of day you want?

Zong Jincheng didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question, but he nodded without hesitation and smiled, "I'm happy! I'm so lucky. I have everything, and I can learn a lot of things that others can't learn. I feel super invincible and the best!"

The prince's eyes flickered.

The kid was still enthusiastically describing his future plans: "After I finish my studies, I will first pass the imperial examination and bring honor to my mother, then work hard to climb up to the position of a second-rank official. In this way, I can help many, many people, save many people, and be liked by many, many people like Your Highness."

"But being liked by many people...is not a good thing." said the prince.

"Ah? Why?" Zong Jincheng didn't understand.

The prince shook his head and said, "It's okay, go on. Meng Huo and Wei Chigong, whom you mentioned just now, actually have something in common, that is, they are grassroots military generals who value friendship and loyalty. If such generals are enemies, they will not be persuaded by soft or hard tactics, and can only rely on personal charm to convince the opponent. As for the direct descendants of the civil officials in the court, they have many twists and turns in their minds and are difficult to subdue. Although you can use them, you are not suitable for reuse."

Zong Jincheng concluded with an "oh", "So it still depends on the person. There is no standard answer."

The prince smiled and nodded.

After listening to him, Zong Jincheng's admiration for the prince grew stronger and stronger. He could not help but ask, "Your Highness, how do you know so many things? I feel that you are more powerful than all our teachers."

As the prince packed up his books, he replied, "Didn't I tell you that I started learning these when I was very young?"

"Was it the Grand Tutor who taught you?" Zong Jincheng thought of this official position. The prince's teacher must be very good, otherwise how could he teach such a good prince.

The prince paused as he was packing up the books.

After a long while, he slowly said, "My father taught me. He had just ascended the throne and had a lot to do, but he still found time to teach me. He said that I was the eldest son born to his wife and his favorite among all his children. He wanted me to grow up as quickly as possible and help him share his worries and solve his problems."

"Ah? So the emperor is quite good to your highness. Then why was he canonized as the crown prince so late? I remember that your highness became the crown prince at the age of fifteen." Zong Jincheng continued to ask.

The prince packed all the books and put the lid on them.

He smiled and shook his head: "I don't know either. Maybe they are afraid that I will become the crown prince too early and the pressure will be too great."

When Zong Jincheng heard this, he smiled and said, "The emperor is so nice, he is so considerate to Your Highness!"

The prince chuckled and said, "Okay, I'm leaving now. I'll come to see you again at the end of the month."

"Uh-huh."

When the two men went down the stairs, Zong Jincheng walked beside him, waiting for the prince to lead his men downstairs, which was always the case before.

But this time, he waited until the prince had gone out and disappeared, but he still didn't get to hold hands. Zong Jincheng scratched his head and consoled himself: "Your Highness must have forgotten."

At the end of September, the prince came to class as usual and left after the lecture.

This time, Zong Jincheng deliberately walked beside him and bumped into the prince's arm from time to time, but the prince not only did not hold him back, he even raised his arm.

“…”

Once again, I sent His Highness away without patting his head or holding his hand.

Zong Jincheng pouted and looked at the prince's carriage going away, and said sadly: "Does His Highness not love me anymore?"

Without saying: “…”

You are the crown prince, the heir apparent of a country, and you come to see me alone every month. This is such a great honor for you. How much more love do you want?

Do you want me to hug you and kiss you every day, Master?

Shunzi was the only one who knew how to talk. She immediately said, "Of course His Highness loves you, otherwise why would he only talk to you and not to others?"

Zong Jincheng turned around and pouted, "But His Highness now has people send debate topics and issues to the key classes from time to time so that we can study together. I am no longer his only one."

Bu Yan thought: The prince has a concubine, you are no longer the only one, okay? Wake up, young master!

"But they are your direct descendants." Shunzi said, "Otherwise, why don't you care about other people's children?"

Zong Jincheng perked up immediately. He asked excitedly, "You mean, Your Highness taught them all for my sake?"

Shunzi smiled and corrected him, "They are at most guides. Master Cheng, you and His Highness are the closest. You spend one or two days together every month. In this world, no one else has such treatment except the little princess of His Highness's family."

Zong Jincheng said happily: "That makes sense. His Highness really loves me the most. It's just that he didn't hold my hand. What's the big deal? If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will go to the mountain. Next time His Highness comes, I will take the initiative to hold his hand!"

Bu Yan rolled his eyes to the sky.

The young master is indeed a young master. He gets upset over a trivial matter. Is it necessary? Two grown men, oh no, you are just a boy, why do you want to hold hands? Aren't you ashamed?

The little devil ran home happily, his mood changing as fast as the weather in June.

Shunzi patted his head and said, "Brother, hurry up and tell me what's on your mind. You're almost rolling your eyes at me. Be careful that Master Cheng finds out and deducts your monthly salary."

Bu Yan, who was successfully threatened, said: "..."

Houfu key class.

Wei Xinglu was raising his hand to protest: "Auntie, I don't want to take the eleven-year-old class. I want to go back to the ten-year-old class. You should go to the class for your age. How can you bully the brothers who are one year older than you? What if you hurt their self-esteem?"

Shen Yibai also quickly agreed: "Auntie, I think what Xinglu said makes sense, and we haven't learned anything solidly, so it's not appropriate to rush into the next class. By then, we will be completely clueless and won't be able to solve any problems, which will also undermine our self-confidence."

Wei Xinglu nodded quickly: "Yes, Auntie, let's take the exam in the tenth-year class."

As soon as Zong Jincheng came back, he heard that they were making plans for the exams in the next few days, and his mother was going to arrange the registration for all of them in the academy.

The little devil rolled his eyes at them, crossed his arms over his chest and said, "You rookies, you can only fight against ten-year-olds. You will be scared if you fight against anyone taller. I think it will be hard for you to catch up with He Zheng, let alone defeat me... Haha, go to bed early, you can dream of anything."

"What did you say! Who's scared?" Shen Yibai was about to come forward impulsively, but Wei Xinglu quickly grabbed him and whispered to him, "Hold on, hold on, a little impatience can lead to big plans!"