Chapter 62 Brothers Kneel Together in the Ancestral Hall

"It was Xu Wan who came and exposed it!" Zong Jincheng couldn't understand how Xu Wan knew it so quickly and so clearly!

Shunzi was horrified and quickly checked around: "Were you beaten? Why are there no marks? Was it hit somewhere invisible? Did you get stabbed with a needle? I heard that this is both vicious and unnoticeable!"

"Go away, don't block my way." Zong Jincheng was too lazy to talk to him and was about to go to Zongwen Monastery with his head held high.

But he missed.

After hearing that Zong Wenxiu was kneeling in the ancestral hall, he ran over in anger, howling as he ran: "Xu Wan! You are blaming innocent people!!"

The howling sound echoed in the mansion. The maids and servants in the courtyard turned around one after another, and some began to cover their mouths and laugh, thinking that Master Cheng was being punished by the mistress again.

This section at the Marquis' Mansion is so lively.

In the ancestral hall, Zong Wenxiu was kneeling inside. He heard the cursing at the door and turned around. He saw his brother's angry expression and his mood was very complicated.

But he still explained on behalf of his wife: "Madam, you didn't punish me. I came here on my own initiative. If you do something wrong, you must take responsibility."

Zong Jincheng was stunned and asked, "What did you do wrong? I was the one who prepared the bad lychee to trick Xu Wan, and you didn't even bring it to her, so why are you taking all the blame on yourself?"

Zong Wenxiu shook his head and said seriously, "It was only because my wife was smart and realized that something was wrong that she stopped the subsequent behavior. If my wife hadn't arrived in time, I would have already brought the plate of lychees over and made her sick. And in this whole thing, even if you are the mastermind, I am also an accomplice, the executioner."

"What executioner..." Zong Jincheng was confused after hearing this. Isn't this someone who is specifically responsible for killing people?

Zong Wenxiu's metaphor was too difficult to understand for a young master who was used to being spoiled.

Zong Wenxiu did not continue to explain, but continued to kneel with his body straight.

Zong Jincheng frowned and asked, "How long are you going to kneel?"

"One day and one night."

Zong Jincheng was immediately shocked: "Then how do you sleep? Can you fall asleep while kneeling?"

Zong Wenxiu said without distraction: "Since it is to atone for my sins, how can I just think about making myself comfortable? I won't sleep."

"You..." Zong Jincheng was convinced, "I've never seen anyone who would torture himself!"

The little devil turned around and left. Zong Wenxiu could kneel if he wanted to. He would not kneel anyway!

He hasn't slept all night, and it's not okay to make him kneel for a whole day!

He stormed out of the ancestral hall, looking even angrier than when he first arrived. Shunzi hurried forward and asked, "What's the matter, young master? Master Xiu doesn't want to come out with you?"

Zong Jincheng said angrily: "He is nothing, a pedantic nerd, who has become stupid from reading too much. Even a snake is smarter than him!"

Shunzi was silent: "Then...what should we do?"

"I don't know, who cares!" The little devil was still angry.

Shunzi advised: "Master Kexiu is punishing himself like this because of you. Do you really want to just leave?"

Zong Jincheng was worried: "What else? Do I have to kneel in the ancestral hall for a whole day and night like that nerd? I would kneel only if I was kicked in the head by a donkey!"

Shunzi: “…”Okay.

Sure enough, this is in line with your heartless personality.

Zong Jincheng turned around and strode out of the yard, but his steps became smaller and smaller, and his speed became slower and slower, until he finally stopped where he was.

Shunzi followed behind and almost bumped into him, so he quickly changed direction, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground with his arms outstretched.

"Ah..." No one paid attention to Shunzi's howl of pain.

Zong Jincheng turned around and ran back.

He ran faster and faster, his steps became bigger and bigger, he entered the ancestral hall angrily and sweatily, and knelt directly on the cushion with his knees, making a sound.

“Plop——”

The noise startled Shunzi so much that his butt didn't even hurt anymore.

He stood at the doorway, staring in amazement at the shadow that had just flashed by, and the little devil who was now kneeling inside. His heart was like a thousand horses galloping!

No... doesn't it mean that you would kneel down only if you were kicked in the head by a donkey?

I was really kicked by a donkey...

Zong Wenxiu was also startled and turned his head: "You...why are you here?"

Zong Jincheng was still angry, and knelt with his hands clasped around his chest, looking superior like a lord: "You, the accomplice and the executioner, have come to kneel, don't I, the mastermind, have any dignity?"

Zong Wenxiu: “…”

Okay, that makes sense, but...

"You can kneel until night and then go back to sleep. It's too cold in the ancestral hall at night."

Zong Jincheng snorted, "If you go back, I will go back too."

Zong Wenxiu couldn't possibly go back, so he said, "Then ask Shunzi to bring you a blanket."

Zong Jincheng: “!”

This pedantic nerd!

Wouldn't he just follow me down the hill and walk with me at night?

Zong Jincheng was angry and annoyed. He snorted and turned away.

But Zong Wenxiu did not speak to him again. The ancestral hall was filled with a pile of ancestral tablets. It was so quiet that he could hear the birds singing outside and the occasional exclamations of the maids cleaning the house as they passed by.

After kneeling for only half an hour, Zong Jincheng could no longer kneel and had to rub his hair with his hands. He had already memorized the names of more than a hundred ancestors of the Zong family. There was nothing interesting to see in the ancestral hall. It was really boring.

"Hey, are you bored?" Zong Jincheng asked.

Zong Wenxiu felt very sad when he heard this title. He asked, "You have been calling me brother these days, is it just because you want me to deliver lychees today?"

"I..." Zong Jincheng blinked.

I haven't thought about this question.

When he used to act coquettishly towards his grandmother, he would always call her "good grandmother" or "the best grandmother in the world." But he can't call her that every day, it's so corny.

Calling Zong Wenxiu brother is... indeed it's for Litchi. After all, he is just my cousin. How could I be so affectionate and just call him brother?

But looking at Zong Wenxiu's expression, he seemed even more hurt than when Xu Wan exposed his conspiracy.

What is he hurting?

Is it because I don’t call him brother anymore?

Before the little devil could figure it out, Zong Wenxiu stopped asking. He seemed to have already accepted the answer in his heart.

But he ignored the little devil.

Zong Jincheng began to feel uncomfortable.

What's going on? What's going on? Is he angry with me? But I came with him to kneel in the ancestral hall, why is he still angry with me? Is there any justice in the world?

Zong Jincheng tilted his head and thought for a while but couldn't figure out why. In the end, his body reacted first.

In the silent ancestral hall, he heard himself tentatively shouting, "Brother?"