Chapter 504 The Sea of ​​Books Is Me

Zong Yan was stunned for a long time before he replied: "Good morning..."

The boy put down the tray, brought out the buns and porridge, and naturally placed them at their seats, sitting face to face.

Zong Wenxiu raised his eyes and smiled, "Grandma said that you have a strong taste, but uncle said that you should eat light food recently, so please bear with it for a few more days, and I will make you something delicious when the time comes."

Zong Yan stood there, somewhat at a loss as to what to do.

The sudden appearance of his son seemed as unreal as a dream. He didn't know how to treat this child, fearing that any action he took would hurt his feelings.

Zong Wenxiu was also very nervous, with a slight sweat on his back, but he remembered his uncle's instructions and must not back down in the face of difficulties. His father was very passive now and needed his guidance to get out of it.

"Dad? Would it be more friendly to call you that?" Zong Wenxiu smiled shyly, "My friends all call you father, but this is my first time meeting you, and I'm a little worried that you might be unhappy."

The boy was very sincere and said whatever he thought.

He seems to be in a particularly good temper.

A humble gentleman is gentle and smooth like jade.

Zong Yan lowered his eyes and whispered, "I'm not unhappy."

Seeing that his father finally paid attention to him, Zong Wenxiu was encouraged and said with a smile: "Why don't you try my cooking skills? I cook porridge pretty well and it has never been burnt."

Zong Yan had lived in the Marquis' Mansion since he was a child. He had the best food, clothing and daily necessities, and he didn't need to cook at all. But the child in front of him said that he was a good cook...

Zong Yan sat down, took the bowl of porridge from his son, and asked casually, "Do you like to cook porridge?"

Zong Wenxiu smiled and replied, "That's not the case. It's just a survival skill. It's not a matter of whether I like it or not. Compared to cooking, I prefer reading in the study. It feels very interesting."

Zong Yan followed his words and asked, "Which academy are you studying in now?"

Zong Wenxiu smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed. "Dad, I took part in the palace examination last April and won the second place. After that, I entered the Hanlin Academy and became an editor of the seventh rank."

Zong Yan paused while drinking porridge and asked in surprise: "You have been in the official career for a year?"

He remembered that his brother was so amazing at that time, and he won the first place in both civil and military examinations at the age of only fifteen.

And the child in front of him, his son, won the second place in the imperial examination at the age of thirteen?

Zong Yan felt it was even more magical.

"Yes, I got in. My aunt is very capable. She helped us all get into the top two." Seeing that his father was listening attentively, Zong Wenxiu patiently told him, "In the beginning, my aunt only taught me and my brother. We changed the big study room into a key class in the mansion. Later, many playboys in the capital were sent here..."

Zong Yan listened attentively.

Listening to the legend of the key class in the Hou Mansion and the hard work of the young boys, the gentle voices in his ears were particularly soothing. After he finished listening to the stories, he realized that most of the morning had passed.

Zong Wenxiu smiled and said, "That's how it is now. My brother has become even more powerful after becoming the emperor. He debated with scholars in the court and made us all hone our skills so that we can serve as his right-hand men in the future. Dad, Jincheng is really amazing. With him as the emperor, I feel that my future is bright."

Zong Yan nodded and replied: "You are all very good children."

Zong Wenxiu held his hand and smiled as he spoke word by word: "Dad is also a very good person. When you get better, I want to learn martial arts from you. My archery skills are terrible and not as good as Shen Yibai's."

Zong Yan's brows wrinkled: "Even the children of civil officials can't compare?"

Zong Wenxiu nodded and said, "Although Shen Yibai is one year younger than me, they have learned to play pot throwing, Cuju, and hunting since they were young. I didn't learn it when I was young, and later I focused on studying and becoming an official, so I had no chance to learn it."

Zong Yan's face darkened, and he stood up and said, "Come on, I'll teach you."

Zong Wenxiu's eyes lit up: "Okay!"

There is no special martial arts training ground at home, and even Zong Yan used to go to the martial arts academy.

But when Zong Zhao found out, he cleared out an empty yard, set up targets for them, and sent them many bows and arrows and feathers.

When Zong Yan saw the bow and arrow he had used before, his eyes were dazed for a moment, then he realized that he had already returned home.

He was silent for a moment, then turned to Zong Wenxiu and said, "Try it first. Let me see how good you are."

Zong Wenxiu drew his bow and shot the arrow. Every movement was standard. He aimed at the target for a long time before letting go. The arrow flew out of his hand at an extremely fast speed and missed the target.

Zong Yan: “…”

Zong Wenxiu's face instantly turned red, and he stammered, "Dad, I, I said my archery skills are terrible."

During the first two years when I returned to the mansion, I occasionally went out hunting with my brother. Later, as my studies became more and more stressful, I seldom went out to play, and my aim became worse and worse.

Zong Yan has always been the number one in the martial arts academy. Even if the students in their academy are not as good as him, very few of them miss the target directly.

This archery skill is really poor.

He took Zong Wenxiu's bow and arrow, drew the bow and put the arrow on it, staring at the center of the target without blinking, and said calmly, "Archery requires a steady mind and steady hands. The longer you hesitate, the worse your accuracy will be."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arrow flew out.

"Zheng——" It hit the bull's eye.

Zong Wenxiu was stunned, clapping his hands excitedly and praising, "Dad, you are so amazing! You haven't practiced archery for such a long time, how come you are still so accurate? Aren't you unfamiliar with it?"

Zong Yan has always liked being praised since he was a child. Now that he was praised by a child, his cheeks gradually turned red. He replied: "If you practice for a long time, the feeling will become a part of your body."

Zong Wenxiu was amazed. He asked, "Is there such a saying? Is this what my younger brother used to brag about, 'I am the sea of ​​books, and the sea of ​​books is me'?"

Zong Yan: “…”

Regarding the outrageous remarks that Jin Cheng once made, he said: "I'm not that outrageous."

"Hahaha……"

The father and son talked and laughed, discussing archery like friends, and Zong Yan became more and more accustomed to the title of "Dad". He would respond to every word and seemed to be very obedient.

Zong Zhao went back and told Xu Wan what happened, and sighed, "I will let Zong Yan meet his younger brother and sister-in-law after he gets used to Wen Xiu's presence."

Xu Wan was bending over to play with the child. When she heard this, she turned around and said with amusement, "Do you want to use the same old trick again to scare Zong Yan?"

Zong Zhao explained: "I'm not scared, I just think Zong Yan can accept this better. He is like a snail in its shell now, he needs someone to take the initiative to guide him."

Xu Wan shook her head and said, "What you said makes sense, but I don't think it applies to all relationships."

"Why?" Zong Zhao asked.

Xu Wan thought for a moment and said, "Because family affection and feelings are different, he may easily accept Wen Xiu because of blood ties and family affection. But what about Su Xue? I know they are husband and wife, but if I force her to help when there is no affection, I think it is a kind of interference, and it is pressure imposed in the name of family affection."