Chapter 73: Grape Wine and Luminous Cup

In the main hall of the Governor's Mansion, Qin Wanyue's voice slowly rang out:

"The six arts of a gentleman are rites, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics."

"If Brother Quan Fu wants to break through to the fifth rank, he must master the six arts of a gentleman."

Although Qin Wanyue is Dean Qin's only daughter, she never speaks in a teaching tone. Instead, she nourishes her little by little like a gentle spring breeze.

I don’t know when it started.

The person who asked the question was Zeng Anmin.

In a trance, Zeng Anmin seemed to see the shadow of Zhang Lun in Qin Wanyue.

"At the sixth level of the Gentleman Realm, the main focus is on the six arts. If one achieves enlightenment in any of the six arts, one can naturally break through to the fifth level."

"But the remaining five arts cannot be neglected..."

Qin Wanyue's eyes were always smiling, and she would sometimes joke with Zeng Anmin while she spoke:

"It's like a person who has one leg too long and the other too short. Wouldn't he walk with a limp?"

"Haha!" Zeng Anmin thought it was funny and replied subconsciously:

“Sometimes there’s an extra leg.”

Qin Wanyue looked confused.

I have no idea what Zeng Anmin is talking about.

She blinked slightly and asked doubtfully:

"The...third leg?"

Well.

Zeng Anmin's face was a little stiff.

The main reason is that Qin Wanyue gives him the feeling of being too much like Brother Zhang Lun.

He subconsciously regarded Qin Wanyue as a friend...

"this……"

Zeng Anmin tried his best to change the subject, looked at Qin Wanyue suspiciously and asked:

"I wonder what Miss Qin's major among the Six Arts is..."

Qin Wanyue pursed her lips and smiled.

She was extremely intelligent and could sense that Zeng Anmin was trying to change the subject, but she was a non-combatant and never forced anything. She replied seriously:

"Of the two branches of ritual and music, I specialize in the way of music."

"In the early years, I studied the guzheng instrument quite deeply. But later, I met a pipa master and was deeply intoxicated by his music, so I also took up pipa."

When saying this, Qin Wanyue's expression was very natural, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all because of the crudeness of the pipa.

lute?

Zeng Anmin was a little confused. Although he didn't understand, he had heard a little about it.

An instrument like the pipa is somewhat inferior to the ten-stringed zither that Confucian scholars mainly studied.

"The fact that Miss Qin is not disgusted by such vulgarity is enough to show her noble character."

Zeng Anmin said this very seriously.

This was the first time that Qin Wanyue heard someone praise her for her pipa studies so sincerely after she started.

She looked at Zeng Anmin with eyes that sparkled:

"Brother Quan Fu, do you dislike Pipa?"

"There are millions of skills in the world, so how can there be any distinction between high and low? In my opinion, it doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat!"

Zeng Anmin did not have the tinted glasses of the feudal era, and there was nothing unusual about what he said.

Qin Wanyue could feel the sincerity in it.

Her eyes became brighter.

She had a wonderful feeling.

The young man in front of me seemed like another me.

"Master, Mr. Shen sent someone to bring you some thank-you gifts."

A voice sounded, it was a servant, respectfully holding an exquisite wooden box.

"Jun Shen?"

Zeng Anmin then remembered that he had not seen the current shopkeeper Jin Taiping for a long time.

"It's not a festival, why would he give a gift?"

Zeng Anmin subconsciously glanced at Qin Wanyue.

Taking bribes in front of people...isn't that a bad idea?

Qin Wanyue was clever and instantly understood Zeng Anmin's gaze. She chuckled and said:

"The case of Mr. Shen murdering my aunt caused a stir in Liangjiang County a few days ago. Brother Quan Fu helped him clear his name and restore his innocence. It is only natural for him to give us some gifts. It would be better if you accept them."

"Otherwise, wouldn't he be labeled ungrateful for no reason?"

Speaking of this, the brightness in Qin Wanyue's eyes became even brighter.

The more you get to know Zeng Anmin, the more amazed you are by his talent.

Investigate the case of the lost dragon map and rescue his father from prison.

The murderer in the Zhang Lun case was quickly identified.

The case of Shen Jun murdering his aunt was solved so perfectly by following the clues.

He even pieced together all the clues of the Jiang Wang rebellion case bit by bit...

Especially on that day when Xu Tong, a subordinate of Prince Jiang, broke into the Xuan Jing Division, he was able to stand up in the extremely dangerous moment. This courage alone is the spirit of this young man!

"Haha, then open it and take a look."

Zeng Anmin didn't say much, but just took the wooden box with a smile, stretched out his hand and with a "click", the exquisite lid of the wooden box was opened.

Then I saw a porcelain bottle lying quietly in the box.

Next to the porcelain vase lay four extremely fine jade cups.

"What's this?"

Zeng Anmin picked up the porcelain bottle curiously, shook it gently, and felt the liquid inside.

"Westflow wine."

When Qin Wanyue first saw the bottle, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She patiently explained to Zeng Anmin:

"The Xiliu region, west of the Holy Dynasty, is home to grapes that grow exceptionally well. The locals are adept at making wine from them. It's said that the production of top-quality wine is extremely complex, with very limited production, and its value is higher than gold."

"Even the current emperor only offers ten bottles of tribute each year."

"This Mr. Shen is really thoughtful."

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin placed the porcelain bottle on the table and waved his hand nonchalantly:

“It’s indeed the first time I’ve heard of it.”

But when he came into contact with Qin Wanyue's bright eyes, he suddenly touched his forehead:

"Since we are here, Miss Qin, why don't you taste it together?"

"This..." Qin Wanyue hesitated and lowered her head shyly.

“Not quite.”

How can you drink together after just meeting a few times?

"It's okay, it's just wine tasting."

As Zeng Anmin spoke, he opened the porcelain bottle and placed the cup in the box on the table.

"Drip drip drip"

The sound of fine wine pouring into a glass.

“It smells so good…”

As soon as the wine in the bottle is poured into the glass, the rich and fragrant aroma hits your nose.

"Please!" Zeng Anmin said without any hesitation.

Since he didn't buy it with his own money, he naturally didn't feel sorry at all.

Out of curiosity and the reluctance to refuse the invitation, Qin Wanyue lowered her head and nodded softly, her fair fingers pinching the extremely exquisite green cup.

"It is said that once this wine is drunk, the aroma lingers in the cup for three days."

Qin Wanyue picked up the cup and gave a detailed explanation.

Zeng Anmin felt that he had indeed gained more knowledge.

He gently raised his glass and took a sip.

Um……

Not bad, a bit like the right bank.

As an outstanding young man in his previous life, Zeng Anmin naturally drank a lot of red wine.

"Tsk~"

Zeng Anmin closed his eyes, and he felt as if he had returned to his previous life, feeling free to move around in business.

He opened his eyes, looked at Qin Wanyue with a smile and said:

“The palate is smooth and rich in flavor, with hints of red plum and prune.”

Qin Wanyue only took a small sip at that time, and after hearing Zeng Anmin's words, her eyes sparkled more and more.

Until this moment, she took advantage of the alcohol to explain her purpose:

"That day in front of the Xuanjing Division, Brother Quan Fu recited a poem that I have memorized."

"I study in my boudoir every day, and it's hard for me to bear the anticipation any longer. So I came here this time to ask..."

There was great earnestness in her eyes:

"Is there any half left?"

poetry?

Zeng Anmin suddenly realized that he remembered it clearly.

At that time, he wanted to expose his identity as the Black Cat Warrior and fight to the death with Xu Tong.

But at that time, I didn’t know whether I would die after that battle.

Then he uttered a line inspired by this: "Don't laugh at me lying drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from battle in history?"

Although it was inappropriate, it did express the uncertainty of one's own life and death at that time.

Well……

Zeng Anmin blinked and looked at the emerald green cup in his hand and the fine wine in it.

There was a strange look on his face.

Isn’t it... just such a coincidence? ?

(End of this chapter)