Houfu Key Class

Zong Wenxiu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I will just practice writing articles. But you have to remember not to be so impulsive next time."

The little devil curled his lips and asked: "Brother, is it really that serious? My mother seemed very angry. I actually didn't understand it. Isn't this a little prank? When I was chasing Wei Xinglu and beating him, I’ve never seen her so angry at Wei Xinglu’s behavior.”

When Wei Xinglu heard his name, he quickly raised his head and asked, "Yes, yes, did Auntie punish us too harshly?"

Zong Wenxiu sighed and said: "That's because you and Wei Xinglu are good friends. This kind of play between good friends can be regarded as an exaggerated prank. But we and Qin Ye are not the same. This is actually a bit bullying him. Yeah, disrespectful.”

"Ah? Disrespectful...is that so?" Zong Jincheng lowered his head in thought.

Zong Wenxiu continued: "Actually, it wouldn't be that serious if it were Qin Shi. It's not just because Qin Shi has a good temper, but because we are friends. Some jokes are acceptable to acquaintances, but unfamiliar people will feel offended and bullied. Also, when it comes to acquaintances, it also depends on the other person’s personality. Some people have a more serious personality and are not suitable for such jokes. "

My younger brother is very smart, but he has a careless personality and it is difficult to understand the delicate heart of sensitive people. I can only break every sentence to him.

"Oh...I know." The little devil curled his lips, leaned on the small table and began to write a review.

The other boys listened in passing, and the ideas gradually came to their minds, and they began to write one after another.

The maid outside the door came in and said: "Master Xiu, Madam said you can go back and you don't have to accompany the four young masters to be punished."

As soon as these words came out, the four cubs immediately looked at him, as if if he dared to leave, he was a rebel organization.

Zong Wenxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and refused to the maid: "No, thank my aunt for my kindness. I was also wrong in this matter, and I should be punished with my brothers."

He Zheng said dullly: "Brother Wenxiu, where did you go wrong? You didn't even climb over the wall with us."

Zong Wenxiu said: "We are in the same class. We are all prosperous and suffer losses. Although I did not go over the wall, as the older brother, I did not play the role of admonishing you. This is wrong."

The little devil scratched his head and said, "But brother, isn't it normal for you to be unable to hold the four of us down by yourself? If you say so, you would have to accompany us to write a self-criticism because he even took action."

Without saying a word: "...!"

Ancestors! I call you ancestor!

Living ancestor! !

The corners of Zong Wenxiu's mouth twitched and he said: "Fu Yan was just following your orders. He was doing it to protect us. He was not wrong." As he said that, he nodded to the maid and confirmed again that he would stay and be punished together before the maid left.

After confirming that he would not leave, the five people started to compile the review again. The scorching sun outside the ancestral hall was scorching the earth, and the only thing in the ancestral hall was the occasional sad sounds of "I don't know what to write" from the boys.

That night, Qin Mansion.

Qin Shi looked at the 10,000-word self-reflection sent by the Zong family and felt a little confused. This apology was so unique...

Moreover, what a huge battle...

Qin Ye came over, picked up a self-reflection, and read a few sentences: I am ashamed of my ancestors, I am ashamed of the ancestors of the Shen family, I am ashamed that I am not the founding hero of the country...

Qin Ye: "?"

"Why didn't he just show his disdain for Pangu's founding of the world?"

Qin Shi was amused by him. He took it and took a look. It was not a self-review written by Shen Yibai. The handwriting was messy, the logic was messy, and the article was rambling. At first glance, it looked like two thousand words cobbled together.

"The elders of the clan should have punished each of them to write a 2,000-word self-reflection. You see, Jin Cheng's self-reflection said that it was mother who made them kneel in the ancestral hall to write it."

Qin Ye said forcefully: "If you punish me well, if you don't punish me, I won't be able to remember you."

Qin Shi smiled and said: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, they are just..."

Qin Ye held Zong Wenxiu's hand in hand and said, "They came here for me."

Qin Shi: "...Well, it seems so."

Qin Ye snorted coldly: "If you dare to make trouble again, I won't be polite."

Qin Shi scratched his head, really speechless.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jin Cheng was called away by the prince again.

In addition to chatting in the palace on the first day of every month, the prince will take the kid out every ten days and a half. Sometimes he goes to Dali Temple to see people and solve cases, sometimes he goes to the Ministry of Punishment to see the case sect, and sometimes he Go to the Ministry of Personnel to see the promotion records of officials.

The prince did not shy away from taboos, and the major officials in the capital gradually became accustomed to it, almost tacitly acquiescing that this was his illegitimate son, and opening the back door for Zong Jincheng all the way.

The officials thought: Anyway, he was just a nine-year-old child who didn't understand anything. He probably liked to watch the excitement, so he pestered the prince to come out to play.

Today, at Dali Temple.

A case of intentional homicide is being heard in the high hall. The deceased Liu Wu had his head smashed by his mother and died at home. Kneeling in the hall was Liu Wu's mother, who was terrifyingly calm at the moment.

The prince, dressed in casual clothes, sat on one side with the little devil, quietly watching the Dali Temple Minister interrogate the case. This case was originally very simple. The murderer voluntarily surrendered, and the Yamen only had to deal with the murderer according to the procedures.

But since ancient times, there have been many cases of killing husbands, wives and mothers, but it is not common for mothers to kill their children. When the yamen was handling the case, they found that Liu Wu was tall, but his mother was petite. With her ability, she could not kill Liu Wu, and There were no signs of drugging on Liu Wu's body.

Liu's mother explained that she took advantage of her son's nap and hit him with one blow.

The Dali Temple Qing said: "According to Liu Wu's wife and children, Liu Wu never had the habit of taking a nap. An autopsy showed that his death was not at night. According to this, how do you explain it?"

Liu's mother sneered: "I'll kill you. Why are you asking me so carefully? Why did you take me to Dali Temple to be tried in a serious case? What kind of serious case is this? Is it true that in the world, only sons are allowed to kill their mothers, and mothers are not allowed to kill their sons?" ?”

"How could Liu Wu be sorry for you? Neighbors say he is extremely filial to you."

Mother Liu said indifferently: "So what if you are filial? I hate his father, and I hate him even more because he bleeds the same blood as his father. If his father hadn't died early, I could have sent them away together."

"Presumptuous! You vicious woman..." The Minister of Dali Temple was about to get angry when he heard these remarks, but remembered that His Royal Highness was still sitting below, so he swallowed his breath.

"You woman, you have a vicious heart. Liu Wu has been filial to you for more than twenty years. He is an innocent child. How can you transfer your hatred for his father to such a filial child?"

Mother Liu smiled coldly and said: "A child is innocent...A child is innocent, so he deserves to die even more."

"What do you mean by that?"

Mother Liu stopped talking and looked like she wanted to die.

The prince was watching quietly from the side, with a faint smile on his face. He asked in a low voice to the little guy next to him who was listening carefully: "Jin Cheng, do you see anything unusual?"