Chapter 345 Jin Cheng comes to urge

A night of great confusion.

Xu Wan was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, waking for a while and sleeping for a while, and only fell into a deep sleep in the early morning.

The sun is high in the sky, scorching hot.

Xu Wan yawned and asked without blinking, "Cuizhi, what time is it?"

Someone replied to her: "It's the end of the hour."

Xu Wan woke up instantly: "Ah!!"

It's eleven o'clock!

It was so scary; she had never done this before. She instantly felt a surge of guilt and hurriedly got up from the bed.

Xu Wan quickly got dressed and got up. After she lifted the quilt, she suddenly realized that the sound was a little wrong. She turned her head and saw it was Zong Zhao.

The roots are not the green branches.

Finished.

I had the laziest sleep and was caught by my husband.

"I noticed that you didn't sleep well last night, so I gave you a lavender sachet. Hanging it beside your bed may help you sleep." Zong Zhao said as he came over and waved something in his hand.

Xu Wan blinked, and quickly moved to the other side with the quilt... Oh no, she came to her senses, got up from the bed, dressed, washed, and ran away in panic.

The new clothes had already been hung on the clothes rack. Xu Wan put them on familiarly. Then she couldn't help but steal a glance at Zong Zhao. She found that he was concentrating on hanging the sachets and didn't look at her. She breathed a sigh of relief and hurried outside to wash up.

Cuizhi was trying hard to hold back her aunt's laughter beside the basin rack, but it was obvious that her lips were almost closed and she couldn't hold back the smile in her eyes.

Xu Wan glared at her and whispered angrily, "Cuizhi, it's already noon, why didn't you call me?"

Cuizhi innocently said, "It was the general who forbade us to call you. He said you didn't sleep well last night. But Madam, you didn't call for water last night, did you?"

“…”

Xu Wan's face instantly turned red all the way down to her neck.

Help! This is the downside of hanging out with a girl. You can play any joke on her.

Xu Wan lowered her head and washed her face again. She felt the heat on her face subside a little, then she said seriously, "Okay, you can go out now." She really couldn't stand it if anyone stayed and teased her any more.

Cuizhi bowed and said sweetly, "Yes, Madam, I will go and serve breakfast."

Xu Wanxin thought: It's already eleven o'clock, what's the point of having breakfast? Are you going to have lunch or not...

"Just a bowl of porridge is enough, just something simple to eat, nothing else."

"yes."

When Zong Zhao came out after hanging up the sachet, he saw her sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair. On the table were lip balm, rouge, powder and other women's items.

Xu Wan usually had Cuizhi to serve her, but when Cuizhi was not around, she would do everything herself, as she was not used to calling so many maids in. She still knew how to do simple hairdressing, as the maids in the Shangshu Mansion ignored her before, and she had learned some skills by amusing herself.

However, it was difficult to do a bun. She tried several times but failed: "I can't do it well..." Xu Wan turned her head. She wanted to see if Cui Liu was at the door, but she only saw Zong Zhao.

Zong Zhao looked at her and although he wanted to help her, he was obviously helpless: "I can't do it either."

Xu Wan gave up: "Let's wait for Cuizhi to come back." She loosened her hands and her hair fell down again.

Cuizhi came in with the porridge and said softly, "Madam, I forgot to ask you whether you wanted sweet or salty porridge, so I ordered one of each."

Xu Wan hurriedly said, "All right, all right, Cuizhi, come and help me braid my hair."

"Yes." Cuizhi came in and bowed to Zongzhao, then skillfully helped Xu Wan to braid her hair. Her hands were very fast, but each movement was smooth, and she had finished braiding her hair in just a few strokes.

Zong Zhao watched carefully and wrote down every step.

Xu Wan looked at herself in the mirror, turned her head and gave a thumbs up: "Amazing! It's you!"

Cuizhi imitated the young masters and replied elegantly: "I have no special skills, I just have practiced!"

Xu Wan was amused by her and laughed: "If women could also take the imperial examination, you could also take the test. Look at the influence it will have on people. They will all be able to quote from classics."

Cuizhi smiled and said, "How dare I show off my ugliness? If Madam were to take the imperial examination, she would be very powerful. Maybe she could even help Master Cheng defeat Qin Ye."

Xu Wan coughed and said, "Okay, stop blowing each other's trumpets. I'd better go eat."

Cuizhi bowed and stepped back.

Xu Wan sat outside drinking porridge, and from time to time she glanced at Zong Zhao who was writing at the desk. She couldn't help but wonder: What is he busy with?

Halfway through the meal, the little devil's voice came from outside: "Mom, are you awake?"

Xu Wan almost couldn't hold the spoon steadily.

What happened? Did everyone in the house know that she was just sleeping in?

Zong Jincheng ran in, sat down opposite her, and said with a smile: "Mom, are you eating breakfast? Can you be full just by drinking porridge? I'll ask the kitchen to make you something else."

Xu Wan took a mouthful of porridge, waved her left hand and said, "That's enough. I have to eat lunch soon. Why are you here? Shouldn't I be in class at this hour?"

Zong Jincheng chuckled and said, "I handed in my paper early after finishing the test today, and they are still taking the test."

Xu Wan rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're starting to draw your ugly unstable handwriting again, aren't you?"

"No way?" the little devil said cunningly, "My handwriting is very beautiful now. Even if I write fast, it's just a little ugly. It can be recognized."

Xu Wan chuckled and said, "Don't be too proud. The subject of poetry writing is most concerned with handwriting. You should practice hard and completely correct your bad habit of writing ugly handwriting when you are impatient."

"I know, I know," Zong Jincheng said, and then he stretched his head to look into the house, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

Xu Wan glanced at him and asked dangerously, "What are you doing? Do you want to talk to your father?"

If this brat dared to ask Zong Zhao to help him fight, she would grab the broom on the spot and give him a complete childhood.

The little devil said earnestly, "Dad has finished with Yan Xiang's case, so can we arrange the lesson he promised to give us?"

Xu Wan raised her eyebrows: "The discussion meeting on the Battle of Changqi?"

Zong Jincheng nodded like he was pounding garlic: "Yes, we are fully prepared. We are just waiting for dad to give us advice."

Xu Wan put down the spoon and thought: "It should be possible. I think he is not busy and is still at home at this time."

"Hey, then... tomorrow morning?" This is the way of asking that Zong Jincheng had just learned from Xu Wan. Pushing things to a specific time will reduce the other party's thinking time and reduce the possibility of procrastination.

Xu Wan nodded and said, "I can, but you have to ask your father yourself and make sure he agrees."

Raising a child requires more letting go. Parents should not always rush ahead of their children, but let them do things on their own and exercise their independence. If they succeed, it is a good thing, but if they fail, they can also learn from the experience.