Houfu Key Class

Xu Wan was a little touched, but still shook her head and said, "I'm fine. It's your grandfather who is sick. He hasn't gotten better in the past few days. Everyone in the family is worried."

"Ah? Grandfather is sick?" Zong Jincheng was confused. In his impression, his grandfather was a martial arts master. Even if he was sick, he was fine. How could he not get better for several days?

"He feels a little uncomfortable and can't take medicine, so he gets better very slowly." Xu Wan said in general terms. The things in the middle are complicated and there is no need to explain them too clearly to the children.

"Why can't he take medicine?" Zong Jincheng frowned, his face full of worry. He said, "I'll go home and feed grandfather medicine."

Zong Wenxiu was also worried and said, "I'll go too."

"I..." He Zheng wanted to say something, but suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to be the eldest grandson of the Marquis's Mansion, so he silently changed it to, "I'll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything."

Xu Wan patted his shoulder.

He Zheng smiled back.

Xu Wan suddenly remembered something and asked in a roundabout way: "I've been considering whether to send more people to your side recently. Have you three been assassinated when you were young?"

Zong Wenxiu shook his head and said: "No, I didn't need to be assassinated even in the slums. I was lucky not to starve to death."

He Zheng also shook his head: "No, my family members are all martial arts, and no one should be desperate to seek excitement."

Zong Jincheng tilted his head and thought for a while: "The time when you were kidnapped on the cruise ship and finally rescued by His Highness, was it considered an assassination?"

Xu Wan replied: "No, I mean they wanted to kill you." The people that time were going for the prince.

Zong Jincheng tilted his head and thought for a while: "What about the time when Luo Jingfeng almost strangled me to death?"

Xu Wan: "..." You are a little too unfortunate.

She asked, "So apart from these two times, no one has ever tried to assassinate you before you were eight?"

The little devil was puzzled and said, "No, I have Buyan by my side. Buyan is very powerful and has never lost a fight."

Xu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that although Zong Qiyun is thinking about the family property of the Marquis' Mansion, he did not dare to do anything to Jincheng in the capital, otherwise this kid would not have grown up so smoothly.

Xu Wan pretended to say, "It seems that there is no need to send more people. Let's do this for now and concentrate on preparing for the Spring Examination."

"Okay." The three did not notice anything unusual.

General's Mansion.

As soon as Zong Jincheng and Zong Wenxiu got home, they wanted to see their grandfather first. Xu Wan asked Zong Jincheng to take a bath and change clothes before going there. Zong Jincheng listened to his mother's words and did it, but he didn't realize that his brother was taken away by his mother as soon as he turned around.

"Aunt?" Although Zong Wenxiu also wanted to see his grandfather, he didn't understand why she sent his brother away.

Xu Wan said to him, "Grandfather misses your father."

"Ah..." Zong Wenxiu seemed to understand a little.

He had never seen his father, and his impression of Zong Yan was only from other people's mentions. If there was any relationship, it was not as close as that between an ordinary father and son.

But grandfather was different. He had watched his father grow up since he was a child, and suddenly lost his son in middle age. That was too painful.

Xu Wan said, "Go and give grandfather some medicine. I'm afraid that if it's delayed any longer, his health will be difficult to recover."

Zong Wenxiu nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try."

Many maids were waiting outside the courtyard.

"Vomiting again..." The old lady's trembling voice sounded in the room.

Zong Wenxiu walked in quickly and saw his grandfather who had aged a lot. Before entering the tribute courtyard, he didn't have so many white hairs.

"Grandfather..."

The old lady looked up and saw the young boy coming in with his back to the light. The twelve-year-old Zong Wenxiu had been back home for two years. Although his personality was not close to Zong Yan, his appearance was more like Yan Suxue. However, as his figure gradually lengthened, he could see more and more of Zong Yan's shadow in him.

The old lady's eyes flickered, and she sobbed, "Yan'er..."

Zong Wenxiu walked over quickly, squatted in front of her grandmother, and whispered, "Grandma, I'm back after the exam."

At the door, Xu Wan brought Zong Zhao out and cleared the maids around.

"Let Wenxiu accompany them."

Zong Zhao responded, "Okay."

The couple sat in the pavilion outside and waited. Because they had to watch over the old marquis these days, neither of them had a good rest.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to help you think of test questions." Zong Zhao had promised to help her come up with test questions for the teachers.

But now the children have all come out of the Imperial Academy, and all the original plans have been postponed.

Xu Wan stood up, hugged Zong Zhao who was sitting, and whispered: "It's okay, it's just a matter of a few days, it doesn't matter."

Zong Zhao leaned on her abdomen and closed his eyes tiredly.

Inside the house.

The old lady wiped her tears and made room for Zong Wenxiu: "Wenxiu, you come and feed your grandfather the medicine, I can't feed him."

"Okay." Zong Wenxiu took the medicine bowl from her hand and sat in front of the bed.

The old marquis looked pale. He was over fifty years old and had a serious illness. He was so weak that he couldn't open his eyes.

Zong Wenxiu felt distressed. He whispered to his grandfather on the bed: "Grandfather, can you hear me? I'm Wenxiu, I'm home."

The old marquis blinked his eyelashes and seemed to open them with effort, but he was still too heavy to open them.

Zong Wenxiu continued, "My aunt told me that you fell ill because you missed my father too much... Actually, I missed my father too. When I was a child in the slums, many people had fathers, but I didn't. I secretly wondered what kind of person he was. Later, when you and your grandmother found us, although you knew that your father was gone, I had been secretly observing you and your grandmother, trying to find the shadow of your father in you. Maybe I am not that much like my father, but I think there is a legacy between father and son. Even if my father is gone, I still have me. I can stand in his position and respect my mother, grandfather and grandmother."

The old marquis' tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He took great effort to open his eyes and saw the grandson in front of him.

This is Zong Yan's only child. He just came back from the Imperial Examination Hall. Even though he had wiped his face, he was still dusty.

Because he was worried about his grandfather, he ran straight over when he got home.

"Wenxiu..."

"Grandfather." Zong Wenxiu imitated his father's character and tried to smile cheerfully. He put down the medicine bowl, leaned down and hugged his grandfather, persuading him, "There is still me, there is still me, you still have your uncle and Jincheng, you still have many relatives of ours."

The old marquis's chest was shaking, he was crying.

The old lady also began to wipe tears beside him.

Zong Wenxiu didn't say anything more, just accompanied him quietly. After a long time, the old marquis's mood finally stabilized. Zong Wenxiu sat up and picked up the medicine bowl again: "I will feed the grandfather medicine. My mother told me since I was a child that I should take medicine well when I am sick, otherwise the wasted medicine will make us buy less food."