Chapter 50 Feng Jiuming

Now that his financial plan had been settled, Zeng Anmin naturally felt much better.

From now on, I can continue to dream of being a falconer and a running dog.

"Dachun! Go back home!"

“Alright!!”

…

Before leaving, Zeng Anmin faintly heard the heated discussion in the next room:

"I am the peak when I reach the summit... Alas, this poem... The determination and confidence to reach the summit reveals a bold and unrestrained heart..."

"I admire you."

"Our Liangjiang County is known as the leader of Confucianism in Jiangnan. In the past five years, no masterpiece has been able to match it."

“The words are very simple, but the artistic conception of the poem is truly admirable.”

"Princess Wencheng of Jiang State is amazing!"

“…………”

Zeng Anmin did not stay for too long and took Dachun home smoothly.

Governor's Office.

Dad hasn't come back yet. He has a lot of things to deal with these past two days because of the Jiang Palace.

At this time, the sky gradually darkened.

“Daddy!”

Hu Zi ran over and asked for a hug. Every time he saw Zeng Anmin, Hu Zi's face was always filled with the most innocent smile.

"So big!"

Zeng Anmin laughed heartily, picked up Hu Zi, and gently scratched his little nose with his hand:

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"Not yet. Mom said to wait until you come back to eat."

Hu Zi grinned, revealing a row of neat little teeth.

Well……

Although he had gotten used to it for a long time, Zeng Anmin was still offended by this strange name.

Not far away, Aunt Lin stood in the courtyard, smiling. Her face was pretty, her eyes were flowing like water waves, and her voice was soft:

"The master is busy with official business and will dine at the government office tonight. We won't wait for him."

"Uh, I just ate outside. You can take Hu Zi with you to eat."

"No, Huzi wants to eat with his parents!"

Before Aunt Lin could speak, Hu Zi was unhappy. He looked at Zeng Anmin with grievance, tears in his eyes were ready, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was very low:

"Other people have parents to eat with them... but I don't."

As she spoke, she turned her childish face away, held back her tears, and endured the pain in her heart alone.

…

have to!

Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched: "Okay, okay, daddy will eat with you."

"Long live Daddy!!!"

Hu Zi waved his hands, his face instantly became excited, and watched Zeng Anmin kiss him on the face.

This kid... he's so young and can already coax people, what will he be like when he grows up?!

For the first time, Zeng Anmin discovered some unique qualities in Hu Zi.

"hehe."

Seeing Zeng Anmin and Hu Zi getting along so harmoniously, Aunt Lin showed a very gratified smile on her face.

Just as the evening breeze blew through Aunt Lin's long hair, which was piled high, the floating hair exuded her unique charm.

"Ahem."

Zeng Anmin turned his head away, coughed dryly, and led Hu Zi into the hall to eat.

…

"You should eat something too. You've been on duty at the government office all day. I heard the food there isn't very tasty."

Aunt Lin tried her best to act like a mother, with a look of heartache on her face. She reached out her chopsticks and put a chicken leg in each of Zeng Anmin and Hu Zi's bowls:

"I've lost a lot of weight recently."

"Alright, alright, that's enough Aunt Lin..."

Zeng Anmin quickly stopped him.

He was thin because he had reached a certain level in martial arts, and the martial arts aura consumed too much of his essence and blood. Although he was thinner overall than before, all the energy had turned into tight muscles.

I ate a lot with Mr. Shen at Wangxian Tower today, and now my stomach can hardly hold any more food.

"Try to eat less food from outside. How can it be as clean as home-cooked food?"

Aunt Lin's eyes fell on Zeng Anmin's face, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her words were filled with careful reproach. Then she quietly changed the subject:

"You should talk more about this with the master."

"Okay, that's easy."

A smile also appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.

"Dad, do you want to eat the chicken leg?" Hu Zi picked up the chicken leg from his bowl and looked at Zeng Anmin with a grin.

"Dad doesn't want to eat it, so you eat it."

This child is so filial. Zeng Anmin felt a touch of warmth in his heart and wanted to reach out and stroke Hu Zi's head.

"Okay!" Hu Zi smiled brightly, stretched out his chopsticks and took the chicken leg from Zeng Anmin's bowl.

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Good boy! This boy is very scheming, he must not be allowed to stay!

"Don't compete with your father."

Aunt Lin glared at Hu Zi.

"Oh." Hu Zi's eyes rolled around, and he pretended to pick up the chicken leg in the bowl, looked at Aunt Lin's bowl and asked:

"Mom, are these chicken legs enough for you?"

"Eat, enough." Aunt Lin didn't intend to spoil Hu Zi. A smile appeared on her gentle face and she stretched out her chopsticks to block the bowl.

"Hehe, as long as it's enough to eat."

Hu Zi laughed again. He stood up and put the entire plate of chicken legs left on the table into his bowl.

…

Aunt Lin's delicate face was stunned at first, and then showed helplessness.

"Hahaha!!"

Zeng Anmin was so amused that he laughed out loud.

"This child..."

Aunt Lin couldn't help but curl up her lips.

…

That night.

Zeng Anmin returned to his room, lay on the bed, and with a thought, he entered the purple palace space.

The shadow of Kanlongtu still stood across the middle like a sky curtain.

On the left is a huge ball of green air after Confucianism and Taoism entered the sixth level.

The green air is colorful, and the branches are hanging down in thousands, which is dignified and majestic, yet warm and soft.

To the right of the shadow of the dragon map is a short-handled hand axe exuding a mysterious aura.

The axe handle is about two feet long, the axe blade is one foot long, and the densely packed inscriptions form patterns that wrap around the entire axe body.

Zeng Anmin's figure just appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The axe began to shine, as if welcoming the arrival of its owner.

Zeng Anmin could feel the familiarity coming from the axe.

One of the criteria used by this world to determine if a divine artifact is spiritual is that it possesses spirituality.

However, Zeng Anmin had another purpose when he entered the sea of ​​consciousness this time.

He slowly came to the back of Kanlongtu's phantom.

Without hesitation, Zeng Anmin reached out and wrote on the picture:

[North: Haha, it's been a while since we last met. How are you all doing?]

He waited for a while.

Soon, group members gradually came online.

The first to speak was Huang.

[Huang: No, no, I'm nearing the Mystic Realm, and I get beaten by my dad every day.]

Zeng Anmin didn't expect that the first person to speak would be Huang.

【Bei: Oh? Why did your father beat you?】

[Huang: He said it was to help me improve my combat experience.]

Well……

Father’s love is like a mountain…it can break the earth.

Zeng Anmin was speechless and hesitated for a long time. He sighed:

[Bei: This can be considered a special kind of fatherly love from your father.]

[Huang: I'm used to it. Now he's the one beating me up. When I gain strength and become more powerful, I'll definitely give him a good beating.]

Alright! Such a great laugh!!!

Finally, while we were chatting, Nan came online.

[Nan: Bei, I'm really sorry, I exposed your poem for some reason...]

As soon as he came up, Nan began to reflect on himself.

But, she looks like a very honest girl, but why does her voice smell like tea?

Zeng Anmin curled his lips.

Just use it to show off, but why expose it?

So Zeng Anmin felt that he had to give it another try.

[North: I didn't expect that Her Highness the Princess is also quite fond of poetry.]

Nan was silent for a while, then sent a message:

【Nan: To express my apology, please tell me what you want. I will definitely help you if I can do it.】

He did not deny his identity.

It seems to be correct!

Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up slightly.

Princess Wencheng, the most favored princess of the Dajiang Dynasty, definitely has a lot of good things!

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly wrote:

[Bei: I have a friend who has recently hit a bottleneck in his martial arts. If Your Highness could use the Jiang Kingdom's royal family's unique martial art, "Phoenix Nine Crying," I believe he would be very happy.]

South:? ? ? ?

(End of this chapter)