Chapter 53 Dad is really good at pretending!

Dad's laughter echoed in the main hall, then rushed out of the window, scaring away two chirping magpies.

Zeng Anmin slowly clenched his fists and pursed his lips as if he wanted to smile.

He had a feeling that his father might start to act arrogantly.

"Hahaha!" Dad laughed for a long time.

Qin Shoucheng looked at Zeng Shilin who was still laughing, and frowned for a while.

Then his expression turned into relief.

He leisurely picked up the tea leaves that the servant had just brewed from the table, took a sip, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face.

"The clouds and mists of Mount Lu in Liangjiang County are filled with the fragrance of tea, and it is truly a place of outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

He thought his father was excited about his daughter's talent.

Therefore, what he said was meaningful.

Use tea to describe people.

Don't just laugh, it's time to praise the girl and let me laugh too.

After drinking the tea, Qin Shoucheng looked at Zeng Shilin expectantly, waiting patiently for him to finish laughing.

Gradually, Zeng Shilin breathed a sigh of relief, but the smile on his face remained unstoppable.

The smile squeezed out a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes:

"Yes, even though she's a girl, she's no less beautiful than most men."

Then there was silence.

After a while, a blue vein popped up on the back of Qin Shoucheng's neck.

That’s it???

Gone? ?

Are you giving me a perfunctory treatment?!

After saying that, Dad regained his composure, lifted the lid of the teacup, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip:

"It's just that the mist on Mount Lu hasn't steeped long enough, so the fragrance of tea is already overflowing..."

Having said that, he paused, frowned and whispered:

"But it lacks some of the authentic flavor. It's just average."

The same meaning.

Having said that, Dad put the teacup back.

With a "click", the tea lid was gently closed.

Then he looked at Qin Shoucheng with a smile:

"Stay a little longer."

this……

Zeng Anmin's horizons were truly broadened.

These two old foxes were talking in such a roundabout way. He could vaguely sense the meaning of their words, but if you really let him join in...

You still need to calm down.

"Um?"

Qin Shoucheng frowned when he heard Zeng Shilin's words.

What does this old thief mean?

Look down on people?!

However, before he could speak, he heard Qin Wanyue's eyes flickering, and she slowly raised her head to look at her father, bowed lightly, and said softly:

"Uncle Zeng has a deep understanding of the tea ceremony, and the younger generation naturally admires him. Although this Lushan Cloud Mist doesn't have the sweet aftertaste of a long-brewed tea, the flavor at this moment should be incomparable to other teas."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and spoke in an even lower voice:

"Uncle, you can see the future from the past, so why should you care about the quality of the tea?"

Zeng Anmin subconsciously looked towards Qin Wanyue, who was lowering her head and looking submissive.

This girl is indeed from a scholarly family, she speaks so gracefully and appropriately.

"Let's put the tea aside for now."

Qin Shoucheng spoke at this time. He looked at his father and took a deep breath:

"I wonder if our appointments are still valid?"

What are your appointments?

Zeng Anmin looked at his father blankly.

What appointment?

Isn't this an engagement?

He subconsciously looked up at Qin Wanyue, who was looking down.

She has a beautiful face and a pretty figure.

Quiet, gentle and fragrant.

It is an indescribable quiet aura hidden deep in the soul, which inadvertently exudes the fragrance of life.

Ahem... This feudal era is so disgusting... Oh yeah?

"Of course I remember. Isn't it just a comparison of the next generation's talent? Back then, when I was young and naive, you tricked me into saying the loser would bray like a donkey."

Zeng Shilin had no expression on his face.

ah? ?

Zeng Anmin was stunned at first.

Then he slowly looked at Qin Shoucheng.

There was a hint of intriguing pity in those almond-shaped eyes.

Fortunately, he didn't notice this look.

Qin Shoucheng smiled easily, and then he looked proud again: "It's rare that you still remember..."

"ah!"

However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by Qin Wanyue.

Qin Wanyue opened her mouth, her pretty face full of surprise:

"Wanyue doesn't know about this matter, Uncle Zeng, please don't take it seriously!"

She turned her head sharply and looked at Qin Shoucheng's face and said anxiously:

"Dad, how could you do this? You two are now the leaders of Confucianism and Taoism in our Great Saint Dynasty. How can you still bring up such a crude thing?!"

"hehe."

Zeng Shilin smiled lightly.

He waved his hand to stop Qin Wanyue's anxiety, and his voice was filled with a trace of vicissitudes of life:

"It's okay. Your father and I are like brothers. What happened back then..."

"Thinking about it now, although it was a bit frivolous, it was a tea fragrance worth savoring."

Speaking of this, a look of regret appeared on Zeng Shilin's face.

"At my age now, I can't muster the same flamboyance as I did back then."

Qin Shoucheng also smiled inexplicably.

"Alas~"

Dad sighed softly.

He looked at everyone, his eyes revealing a sense of vicissitudes and aftertaste.

But the voice is full of reminiscence of the past and the present.

Slowly drifting to everyone's ears:

"I want to buy some sweet osmanthus flowers and carry them with me to drink...it's not like the journeys of youth."

The main hall was silent for a moment.

“Great sentence!!”

Qin Shoucheng admired it subconsciously.

The more cultured a person is, the more he can resonate with such beautiful sentences.

His face looked as weathered as Zeng Shilin's.

Indeed, he can criticize Zeng Shilin's character and his style.

But in his nearly sixty years of life, he never slandered Zeng Shilin's talent.

Qin Wanyue, who was standing aside, looked extremely amazed. She opened her red lips slightly, with only admiration on her face.

She spoke softly, savoring these words, and said sincerely:

"Uncle Zeng is a man of profound knowledge and erudition, and his casual remarks can touch people's hearts."

"One day he will realize the way of a sage, and our dynasty will soon have another Confucian sage!"

"hehe."

The old man's face was calm. He shook his head and said, "I didn't say that."

After saying that, he pointed at Zeng Anmin in the corner and said in a calm voice:

"My son realized the truth when he broke through to the sixth level, and I was inspired to write this."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions on the faces of Qin Shoucheng and Qin Wanyue, father and daughter, froze at the same time.

Such a calm sentence conveys extremely explosive information.

Breakthrough to the sixth level??!

“Swish!”

The two of them looked up at the same time, their eyes falling on Zeng Anmin's slightly innocent face.

The whole house was utterly silent.

Only the faint sound of breathing came and went.

"Ahem."

Zeng Anmin, who had been silent for a long time, coughed.

He knew it was his turn to appear.

It was mainly his father's silent gaze that made him feel uneasy.

Zeng Anmin stretched out his finger embarrassedly:

"It was just a fluke."

That’s all.

A ball of light blue aura suddenly lit up between the fingers!

Blurred as smoke!

It was not as majestic and heavy as the formation Zeng Shilin used to restrain Qi Xianlin that day, but it was still condensed and powerful.

That is the sign of breaking through to the sixth level and the condensation of righteous energy!

Qin Shoucheng's hope was completely shattered, and his face froze.

Qin Wanyue looked confused, her fair little hands clenched tightly together.

Then the little hand suddenly relaxed.

She looked at Zeng Anmin with a strange glint in her eyes:

"Brother Quan Fu..."

But for some reason, my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak.

"Click~" an extremely harsh sound.

Attract everyone's attention.

It turned out that my father was leisurely opening the tea lid on the table.

He picked up the teacup and blew gently on the steam.

After taking a sip, he showed enjoyment on his face and said in a long voice:

“That’s how you say the tea smells so good!”

No one spoke, and the whole room was filled with silence.

(End of this chapter)