Chapter 75 Fire Gun

There were some things that the father and son were reluctant to say when Qin Wanyue was around.

So after seeing Qin Wanyue off, Zeng Anmin followed his father into the study.

Governor's Mansion, Dad's study.

"Pah~"

Zeng Shilin took the small object handed to him by Zeng Anmin, and placed it on the table with a "pop" sound without any expression.

"father……"

Zeng Anmin looked up and called out weakly.

What my father placed on the table was the "firearm" he gave himself that day at home.

"This thing from the Xuanzhen Division, within a hundred steps, a warrior below the sixth-grade Dongxujing level can't withstand a single round of its ammunition."

The old man's voice that day traveled through time and sounded faintly in Zeng Anmin's ears.

"snort!"

Zeng Shilin snorted coldly, raised his head and looked at his eldest son calmly, his voice indifferent:

"If you had this thing that day, why didn't you use it?"

Zeng Anmin immediately shook his head and replied seriously:

"Actually, I thought about this thing that day, but that traitor has so many henchmen. Even if Xu Tong is killed, how many rounds of ammunition will this musket have if his soldiers advance?"

"Although there are formations to replenish our defenses, it will still take time. They are rushing in all at once..."

"The child's identity is still inevitable."

After saying this, Zeng Anmin pursed his lips and looked at his father.

"That shouldn't be exposed here!"

Dad slammed his hand on the table with a "bang" sound!

He narrowed his eyes, looked directly at Zeng Anmin, and said in a serious voice:

"You must remember this in the future."

"Your trump card must not be revealed to anyone unless you are absolutely dead."

"Even if that person is your father!"

Zeng Anmin could naturally tell that his father's words did not seem false.

He opened his mouth to ask why.

Dad's deep voice has already sounded:

"Confucianism and Taoism have the practice of self-examination, the Jiang Kingdom's Eastern Sect has the practice of dreaming, the Xuanzhen Division has the practice of deducing the heavenly formation, and Taoism has the practice of divination to seek the truth..."

"In this world, there are so many things that can see through people's hearts."

"You're not afraid to ask your conscience, what about others?"

After saying this, Dad looked at Zeng Anmin meaningfully.

"My child will keep this in mind."

Zeng An subconsciously felt a little guilty. He turned his head away and nodded seriously.

Dad, that’s all I can tell you.

I will definitely not reveal a single word about the golden finger and time travel.

"Um."

Having said this, Dad's expression relaxed.

Soon, a warm smile appeared on his face.

"You do have some poetic talent in your belly."

Zeng Anmin could clearly see the relief on his father's face.

Regarding Dad's jumping thoughts.

Zeng Anmin had been with him for more than a month and naturally got used to it.

"Miss Wanyue's musical skills are truly remarkable. I was just inspired by this..."

This is a reasonable explanation.

In addition, he went out of the house that day and fought the rebels alone.

It can indeed be considered a personal experience.

"Fine grape wine in a luminous cup."

Dad closed his eyes and slowly thought about the scene of that day.

The echo of my eldest son's poetry recitation lingered in my heart.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head with a complicated look:

"This poem is indeed good. It's even better than what my father wrote back then."

"What did you do back then?"

Zeng Anmin was extremely curious.

You should know that this "Liangzhou Ci" is the culmination of Wang Han's works in the Tang Dynasty.

It is also a song that has been passed down for thousands of years.

This is enough to show the profound artistic conception of this poem.

And Dad could actually create something that was only slightly worse than this poem?

That will definitely be passed down through the ages!

"Would you mind if I could read a few of these?"

Zeng Anmin looked at his father expectantly.

Zeng Shilin's eyelids twitched slightly.

He turned his head away and changed the subject directly:

"Has this poem been given a title?"

"No." Zeng Anmin answered honestly.

"Since it was written in Liangjiang County, why not call it Liangjiang Fu?"

…………

Water Governor Academy.

The case of Prince Jiang's rebellion became a hot topic among all students.

As for students, apart from studying, they spend the rest of their time idle and gossiping about others.

Qin Wanyue followed behind Qin Shoucheng and walked slowly in the academy.

Whenever her figure passed by a place, it would cause a brief moment of silence there.

All the students at Shuidu Academy dream of marrying Qin Wanyue.

The father and daughter were discussing Confucianism and Taoism at this time.

Basically, Qin Wanyue was asking the questions and Qin Shoucheng was answering them.

As the two passed by a place, they suddenly heard a loud shout.

"This is too much! Princess Wencheng is truly unworthy of her title!"

"It's just a poem that comes to mind, yet you dare to claim it as the best poem in Jiangnan?"

"Shh, keep your voice down... The dean is over there..."

Someone nearby immediately reminded him.

It's just too late.

Qin Shoucheng frowned and walked towards this side:

"Why are you gathering here if you don't study hard?"

His face looked somewhat gloomy.

Qin Wanyue just raised her head slightly, and looked over curiously with her watery eyes.

"Meet the dean."

The students saluted together.

"What were you so impatient about just now?"

The dean's face didn't look very good.

Obviously, he was a little angry because he was interrupted while explaining the problem to his daughter.

this……

One student gritted his teeth, bowed slightly to Qin Shoucheng and said:

"Dean Qin, you may not know that a few days ago, news came from Jiang State that Princess Wencheng had written a poem."

"Some people claim that this is the only song that can suppress all the students in Jiangnan."

"We are here to express our discontent!"

After saying this, he lowered his head and waited for criticism.

Qin Shoucheng raised his brows slightly and sneered.

Confucianism and Taoism were rampant in the Great Sage Dynasty, and they had suppressed the Jiang Kingdom for hundreds of years with their literature. No one had ever heard that someone from the Holy Jiang Kingdom could surpass the Great Sage Dynasty in literature.

"How could He Shi be so courageous?"

The sneer on Dean Qin's face became more and more obvious.

However, after the student recited the whole poem.

Dean Qin was silent.

“When the sea reaches its end, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches its summit, I am the peak.”

"Like the sun rising from the east mountain, the roc spreads its wings and regrets that the sky is too low."

…

These four short sentences made Dean Qin's scalp tingle.

He thought to himself that without opportunity, it would be difficult to create a poem with such a natural artistic conception.

"This poem is somewhat..."

Dean Qin spoke for a long time, then suddenly remembered something. He looked at the student expressionlessly:

"You said this poem was written by Princess Wencheng?"

"Don't dare to deceive the dean."

The students have a very humble attitude.

"It's not befitting of my status, and it's just whining without any real reason."

Dean Qin waved his hand perfunctorily, feeling something was wrong and wanted to leave.

But it was too late, the students had already spoken.

"We've racked our brains but can't think of a line that can surpass this poem..."

"Yes, Dean. How can our Great Saint Dynasty, where the culture and virtue are flourishing, be suppressed by a woman?!"

"I dare you to speak up. Otherwise, we, the Jiangnan students, will be disgraced!"

“…”

Many students looked ashamed.

But he also placed his hope on Qin Shoucheng.

If we can’t do it, can’t the dean do it?

Feeling the students' eager eyes.

Qin Shoucheng's face froze.

How does it feel to be roasted over a fire by the academy's disciples?

He is indeed not good at poetry.

But before he could say anything, he heard Qin Wanyue's gentle and long voice behind him:

"Yesterday, by chance, I was able to obtain a seven-character quatrain, which may be comparable."

"Miss Qin?"

All the students' eyes lit up and they looked towards Qin Wanyue.

There is no student at Shuidu Academy who doesn’t know Qin Wanyue.

He has already understood the way of the mind at such a young age, so it is only a matter of time before he reaches the realm of a sixth-rank gentleman.

"Excuse me, Miss Qin, are you sure about your seven-character quatrain?"

All the students looked at Qin Wanyue hesitantly.

Qin Wanyue chuckled softly, her autumn-water eyes rippled. She vaguely recalled Zeng Anmin's brilliant literary style yesterday. She slowly spoke:

"100% sure."

Qin Wanyue has a very beautiful appearance and is full of the spirit of poetry and books.

Her confident smile made all the students' eyes dazed.

“Huh~”

Someone swallowed and stood out from the crowd.

The student came before Qin Wanyue and bowed deeply to her:

"Please Miss Qin, please say something and let me open my eyes!"

…

Dean Qin's face flickered with suspicion at this moment.

How could he not know about his daughter's poetry skills?

Compared to him, he is more forcibly graceful, but overall, it is pretty much the same...

Before he could speak, he heard Qin Wanyue's voice:

"Fine wine in a luminous cup,"

"If I want to drink, the pipa music will urge me to drink."

After just two sentences, Dean Qin was already in a trance.

All thoughts in my mind are at peace, and I can only appreciate it calmly.

The students were also stunned.

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield,"

"How many men have ever returned from battles in history?"

Qin Wanyue slowly closed her cherry lips and looked at the audience with a smile on her face.

The poem ends.

There was complete silence.

After a long time.

Finally, someone uttered incoherently, "Miss Qin's poem is truly profound and moving. I truly admire it!"

It was not until this time that the rest of the people reacted.

The voices of praise came like a tide.

However, Qin Wanyue shook her head lightly and said:

"This poem was not written by me."

Um? ? ?

The whole audience was stunned.

Qin Shoucheng looked down at his daughter, a look of astonishment on his face, and asked softly:

"Who is that?"

Qin Wanyue's eyes flashed with inexplicable yearning. She pursed her lips and said three words:

"Zeng Anmin."

who? ! !

It’s him again? ! !

Dean Qin looked at his daughter's expression of surprise, yearning, and even admiration...

The expression on his face was slightly distorted...

(End of this chapter)