Chapter 163 Zeng Anmin: Could Nan be the Empress?
After leaving the military camp, Zeng Anmin headed home.
"Are you back?"
Dad is taking a day off today.
Did not go to the Ministry of War.
After Zeng Anmin returned home, Qi Bo called him to the study.
"You're looking for me?"
Zeng Anmin sat in front of his father, crossed his legs, took an apple in his hand, took a bite, and looked at his father.
Zeng Shilin glanced at Zeng Anmin calmly:
"I heard that you were found in the military camp?"
"News from Dad always comes so quickly."
Zeng Anmin gave a thumbs up, then said seriously:
"The Duke of Wei summoned me, and I went, but I didn't intend to stay there, so I found an excuse to come back."
"Um."
Dad nodded and then looked at Zeng Anmin seriously:
"Go ahead and do what's right in the military camp, but remember, don't make friends with anyone."
"Furthermore, once the Yuanyang Army has helped Tian Ji to train well, they must return directly to the Imperial College without any lingering feelings."
"Study hard in the Imperial College and wait for the Autumn Examination next year."
When Dad said this, his eyes became more serious and his voice became very serious:
"Don't give people a handle."
As a Confucian scholar, you should just be a good civil servant and don't even think about getting involved in military power.
"I know that."
Zeng Anmin took another bite of the apple, then looked at his father tentatively and asked:
"By the way, Dad, I heard that His Majesty wants to confer a title on me?"
Hearing this.
Dad's eyes narrowed slightly.
After a while, he nodded slowly: "It was Li Zhen who proposed it."
"Originally, after receiving the secret report of the Yuanyang Army's military exercises from the border, His Majesty's first reaction was to confer an official title upon you."
"But Li Zhen stopped us and used this as a way to test me, your Majesty, to match you up with a girl from his clan."
"We haven't offended him, have we?"
When Zeng Anmin heard this, he sat up and his eyes flashed with a sharp light.
Dad just said that.
He felt the danger.
If my father thought that Li Zhen wanted to recruit him, he would agree to it without hesitation.
I'm afraid Your Majesty will never be able to use my father again in the future!
"Haha, your father noticed it and did not refuse."
The old man chuckled and said, "Then I'll just take advantage of the situation and suppress your official title. But when this battle is over and you come back, I'll give you a knighthood based on your military merits."
I thought that when I said this, my eldest son would smile happily.
But I didn't expect Zeng Anmin to frown.
Then he suddenly looked up and cursed, "Duke Wei is deceiving me! Dad, just now in the barracks, that guy said he asked His Majesty to confer a title on me."
"hehe."
The old man smiled faintly, glanced at Zeng Anmin and said:
"He's quite right. His Majesty intends to have him lead this expedition. If he commands the battle properly and enables the Yuanyang Army to unleash its full potential, your military achievements will be significant."
"So I have to curry favor with him?"
Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't have any bad blood with him."
"Um."
Zeng Shilin waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."
"OK."
…………
Go back to your room.
Zeng Anmin was lying on the bed, leaning lazily against it.
I don’t know what’s going on in my mind.
He was just about to turn over.
He felt something strange in the space of his sea of consciousness.
[Nan: Is Bei there? I have something to ask you.]
When Zeng Anmin saw the word "Nan" on the phantom of the Kanlongtu.
His brow furrowed.
Why is Nan contacting me at this time?
Zeng Anmin concentrated his mind and wrote on the back of the dragon map:
[Bei: Yes, my good brothers from the Tiandao League. It's been a while, I miss you so much!]
[Huang: Don't mention it. My dad nearly beat me to death during this time, and I just recovered from my injuries.]
Zeng Anmin couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Huang's words. He coughed and wrote casually:
[Bei: Didn't you mention some secret wilderness last time? How was it? What did you gain?]
[Huang: Speaking of this, I'm worried. Normally, the Savage Secret Realm opens every ten years, but this time it's been delayed by a year.]
Zeng Anmin's expression changed to something very interesting:
[Bei: So all those beatings you took were for nothing?! !]
Huang has not replied...
Zeng Anmin wanted to say something else when he saw Nan's handwriting slowly emerging.
【Nan: Bei, thank you for what happened last time.】
Seeing this, Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows slightly.
He knew that Nan was talking about preventing the Jishui Weir from being blown up by gunpowder.
So, in that case...
Zeng Anmin touched his chin.
Nan should have suspected that he was the "Black Cat Warrior", right?
[Bei: It's just a small favor, no need to thank me. I already consider all of you Tiandao League members as my family.]
No matter what you do, you must first establish your personality!
[Nan: I'm ashamed to say this, but I have something else to trouble you with.]
The corner of Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
No, you also know that you are ashamed.
Why don't you give me some benefits first?
Zeng Anmin felt that he must have been too nice to Nan, which made Nan think that he was too easy to bully.
So he just wrote down three words lightly:
【North: You speak first.】
really.
There was a slight change in attitude between the words.
There are some problems on the south side.
After a long while, Nan pondered for a while before slowly writing down:
[Nan: How much do you know about Zeng Anmin?]
After finishing speaking, Nan quickly added:
[Nan: Don't worry, I'm just asking around. I don't have any ill will towards him.]
See this.
Zeng Anmin frowned deeply.
Then his eyes flickered with thought.
"It seems that the South has become suspicious of the relationship between the North and Zeng Anmin."
"It seems that Nan should have considered "Black Cat Warrior" and "Zeng Anmin" as friends."
Zeng Anmin stroked his chin and began to think:
"In Nan's impression, Black Cat Wu Fu is the one who awakened the Xihuangtu."
"Bei wrote "Out of Old Age" when he first appeared."
"Afterwards, he kept asking questions about martial arts in the Tiandao League."
"It wasn't until the name 'Zeng Liangjiang' spread that the South began to suspect that the North had some connection with Zeng Anmin..."
"So when Nan asked me for a poem in the space last time, his real purpose was probably to test Bei's true identity?!"
"Nan told Bei so much last time, and after she got the news that Black Cat Wufu had organized Eastern Sect spies to blow up the Jishui Weir, she was certain that Black Cat Wufu was Bei. And because of the poem 'Out of Old Age', Nan believed that Bei had a good relationship with Zeng Anmin..."
"Hiss, this Nan is still a little bitch!"
Zeng Anmin only thought about it for a while and he had almost figured out all of Nan's ideas.
Figured out Nan's idea.
Zeng Anmin twisted his fingers gently.
Then he wrote lightly on the shadow of the dragon map:
【North: Why are you asking him?】
[Nan: From what I know, this person is a man of great talent and wisdom. Although he is young, he is already a genius in Confucianism and Taoism.]
[Nan: It would be a real pity in life if I couldn't make friends with such a talented person.]
As Nan's words appeared.
Zeng Anmin couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
“I never thought I’d become so famous now?!!”
He rubbed the corners of his mouth, which were extremely difficult to suppress, and coughed dryly.
Slowly recalling the chat records.
"It can be seen that Nan has good vision."
Zeng Anmin's face was full of agreement: "And these eight words, great talent, great strategy, and great wisdom, have been running through my entire life."
But he still patiently continued to write:
[Bei: I know him, but you are the Princess of Jiang State after all, and he is the son of an official from our Great Saint Dynasty. I'm afraid it would be difficult for the two of you to become friends.]
Nan: Well, that's fine. We're going to have a war soon, and I have some questions about military formations that I'd like to ask him.
Zeng Anmin frowned tightly.
Military formation?
Mandarin Duck Formation? ! !
His eyes narrowed sharply.
Even though I had thousands of thoughts in my mind, I was afraid that Nan Xin might have doubts, so I continued writing without delay:
[North: Military formation? What military formation?]
Zeng Anmin's mind was extremely sharp at this time.
The Mandarin Duck Army Formation cannot be concealed.
He knew this since he achieved great success in the imperial examination.
But it wouldn’t spread to Jiang Country so quickly!
Where did Nan get the news?
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and thought carefully.
Maybe it’s in Beijing.
It could also be the North!
Well...it doesn't matter where Nan got the news from!
The important thing is...why did she know that a war might be about to happen? ! !
Zeng Anmin suddenly discovered the key point in Nan's sentence! !
"In essence, the Great Saint Dynasty's invasion of the Jiang Kingdom's Southern King's fiefdom was a deal between the Empress and Jianhong."
"But the Empress will never let anyone else in Jiang Country know about this idea!"
"So what she should do now is to make Jiang Kingdom appear more peaceful and prosperous, without any signs of war coming!"
"Because to her, this is essentially her selling out her country, so she can't let anyone know this idea!!"
"If I were the Empress, I would mobilize the entire nation to hunt down the Eastern Religion's spies and divert everyone's attention."
"I'll keep this matter to myself! I won't tell anyone!"
Zeng Anmin raised his head suddenly, a glint in his eyes:
"Even if it was my own sister, Princess Wencheng, I wouldn't tell her!"
"But Nan just said it."
"Two possibilities."
"First, the Empress has great trust in her biological sister, Nan."
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and said, "It's possible, but it's unlikely."
Thinking of this, he suddenly burst into an extremely sharp look:
"Secondly, Nan's true identity is actually... the Empress?!!"
In a moment!
From the first time I knew Nan until now.
All the memories of Nan flooded into Zeng Anmin's mind.
He suddenly thought of the sentence he saw at the beginning:
[One arm can cut through eternity, and I alone can rule the nine states]
All of Nan's abnormal behaviors also emerged.
"Nan has a deep understanding of martial arts and can always answer all my questions."
"But as far as I know, Princess Wencheng of Jiang State is not good at martial arts..."
The more he thought about it, the more Zeng Anmin could sense that something was wrong with Nan.
"There's also the matter of 'Zeng Anmin understands military formations.'"
"Nan is extremely sensitive to intelligence."
"Yes, yes. The Empress of a country, upon learning of a military formation capable of fighting against the demon tribe in the mountains with minimal casualties..."
"Then she will definitely be anxious!"
"If you're anxious, you'll reveal your flaws!"
Zeng Anmin suddenly looked up and looked at the words slowly emerging on Kanlongtu's back.
[Nan: Actually, I just admire his talent for a long time, I don't force it.]
[Bei: Well, I'll ask him for you when I get a chance. I think he'd be very happy if he knew Princess Wencheng still misses him. Oh, and I also have something I want to ask you.]
【Nan: What's the matter?】
[Bei: I have a friend who wants to ask how to break through the seventh level of visualization and reach the sixth level of cave emptiness?]
After Zeng Anmin wrote it, he touched his chin and waited quietly for a reply.
The time it takes to get stuck in the martial arts realm is too long.
It's almost May, which means that my martial arts level has been stuck at the seventh level for nearly half a year!
He had already vaguely sensed some restlessness in his sea of consciousness.
After the righteous energy entered the fifth level of condensed Dharma form, it occupied more and more space.
If you don't improve your martial arts aura, this balance may be broken.
He really couldn't say what hidden dangers there would be by then.
Nan: That's easy to say. The key sign of a breakthrough from the Seventh-Level Contemplation Realm to the Sixth-Level Void Realm is the elevation of spiritual consciousness.
[Nan: The word "Dongxu" means, as the name suggests, to perceive the trajectory of the opponent's attack, to avoid it in advance, or even to intercept it.]
[Nan: The Second Bridge of Heaven and Earth has opened. What follows is a process of accumulation. Use the aura of martial arts to nourish the sea of consciousness, cultivate a wisp of spiritual consciousness, and you will be able to see through everything.]
…
Soon, Nan explained how to use martial arts aura to nourish spiritual consciousness.
Zeng Anmin has benefited a lot.
[Bei: I won’t say thank you enough, but if we meet again, I’ll buy you a drink!]
[Nan: Haha, I have to go get busy first.]
…
With Nan going offline.
Zeng Anmin became more and more certain of his thoughts.
"Nan...is the Empress..."
He took a deep breath.
"Of course, this is just my guess. I'll slowly test it out later."
"Right now, we should cultivate our spiritual consciousness first."
After Zeng Anmin woke up.
Close your eyes again.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
"My martial arts aura has accumulated to the peak that a seventh-grade cultivator can achieve."
"Now, because I have the help of the golden finger, my combat power is the same as that of a sixth-grade warrior. However, the spiritual sense that the system helps me to "see" the enemy is only given by the system, not my own spiritual sense."
Zeng Anmin just thought about it carefully.
If you want to cultivate your spiritual consciousness, you still have to follow Nan’s method.
He is extremely patient.
"Circulate your martial arts energy throughout your body. When it reaches its limit, carefully recall the diagrams you have visualized..."
He sat cross-legged on the bed.
The martial arts aura slowly flowed along with his thoughts.
"Nourish the spiritual consciousness..."
Just as he was carefully thinking about it.
A voice sounded outside the door: "Master, there's a letter."
Zeng Anmin stood up and walked outside.
"Squeak~"
As the wooden door opened, Dachun stood outside.
"Who is it?"
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at Dachun.
"Just leave a note."
Dachun could feel that the young master seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment, so he carefully handed the note over.
Zeng Anmin took it and opened it to read.
[Meet at Liu Mansion at noon tomorrow]
When he saw these words, Zeng Anmin blinked.
The eldest princess? ?
Still meeting at Liu Mansion?
Why is it so mysterious?
Could this be a private meeting with me?
(End of this chapter)
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