Chapter 170 Zeng Anmin: Please call me General Zeng.
Qin Mansion.
In front of Qin Shoucheng's study.
Qin Wanyue was wearing a purple dress, and there was a trance in her beautiful face.
She knocked on the door somewhat absentmindedly.
"Da, da, da."
Her fair jade fingers knocked lightly on the study door three times.
"who?"
Qin Shoucheng's voice came from the study.
Qin Wanyue's eyes flickered twice, she pursed her lips and said:
"Dad, it's me."
When the eldest girl's voice was heard, there was a rustling noise in the study, and then it returned to calm.
Not long after, Qin Shoucheng opened the door himself. After seeing Qin Wanyue's face clearly through the door, his brows knitted slightly.
"What do you want to do for your father?"
"I heard that my father was going to join the army to conquer the south. I am very worried and want to talk to him."
When Qin Wanyue said this, the worry on her face was evident.
That quiet face revealed a fragility that made people feel distressed.
"Come in."
Qin Shoucheng just sighed softly, nodded, and walked towards the house.
Qin Wanyue followed Qin Shoucheng into the study.
She sat down gently, unable to contain her inner weakness and worry any longer:
"Father, going to war is a little too hasty. I have no ambitions, I just want you to be safe and sound."
"Now that we've arrived in the capital, life is peaceful. Why do we suddenly have to join the army..."
She spoke somewhat incoherently.
But the deep worry in his words made people feel distressed.
Qin Shoucheng's solemn expression softened a little after hearing this. He looked towards Qin Wanyue's face, and his voice was filled with relief:
"This expedition isn't a major war, but with the five thousand Yuanyang soldiers and the eldest princess by my side, my father's safety is assured."
"Besides, your father is not on the main battlefield of this war, so what do you have to worry about?"
"There's only one great demon on Baideng Mountain, Bixuan. It would be fine if it didn't come, but if it does, considering my father's great Confucian cultivation, how can he get away with it?"
There was a gleam of brilliance in Qin Shoucheng's eyes.
Confidence and composure are all on his face:
"You know how Confucianism and Taoism restrain the demon race."
This has been said.
The worry on Qin Wanyue's face did not disappear. She still pursed her lips and looked at Qin Shoucheng timidly:
"It's just... my daughter is still worried..."
"Haha." Qin Shoucheng chuckled. He stretched out his large and gentle hand and wanted to gently stroke his daughter's head.
But then Qin Wanyue continued with a worried tone, "I heard from Brother Quan Fu that he will also go with the army on this southern expedition..."
"My father is a fourth-rank scholar and can protect me."
"But Brother Quan Fu is only at the fifth-rank gentleman level, and he has never been on the battlefield. If something unexpected happens..."
Having said this, Qin Wanyue's face had turned pale. She bit her lips, her eyes blank with extreme worry.
Qin Shoucheng's hand, which was about to stroke her head, froze in mid-air.
The smile on his face froze.
"Zeng Anmin..."
Qin Shoucheng withdrew his hand, and Zeng Anmin's annoying smile flashed in his mind.
After coming back to his senses, his face was slightly gloomy, and his tone was filled with impatience:
"Following behind this old man, and with a fourth-rank warrior like the eldest princess protecting him, what kind of accident could possibly happen to him?"
"Why? You came here today to ask me to take care of your brother Quan Fu on the battlefield?"
Qin Shoucheng felt an indescribable grievance in his heart.
Therefore, his tone was somewhat unfriendly.
But Qin Wanyue seemed not to hear it. She raised her head suddenly, with hope in her eyes:
"As long as my father has this heart, I will feel at ease."
After saying that.
She suddenly realized that her words seemed a little too explicit.
“Swish.”
For a moment, the beautiful little face turned red.
Qin Shoucheng turned his head away expressionlessly, veins bulging on his hand holding the chair...
After a long time.
He nodded with a frustrated look on his face: "Father understands. Is there anything else?"
Qin Wanyue lowered her head and dared not look into Qin Shoucheng's eyes. She just shook her head:
“No more…”
"snort!"
Qin Shoucheng took a deep breath, then turned his gaze to Qin Wanyue in front of him.
He suddenly mentioned:
"After returning from this expedition, your marriage should be put on the agenda."
"Father thinks your brother Quan Fu has some talent. Why don't you discuss it with old man Zeng after I return?"
"ah?"
When Qin Wanyue heard this, her already rosy face became even hotter.
She looked up blankly and bit her lips tightly.
Thought about it for a long time.
But I don’t know what to say.
In the end, he just lowered his head, his voice like a mosquito murmuring:
"It's all up to father."
"snort!"
After Qin Shoucheng drove Qin Wanyue away.
He sat upright in the study.
In the dim candlelight.
He slowly raised his head.
Revealing those extremely deep eyes.
And a long, faint sigh.
"Alas~"
…………
Zeng Anmin has been feeling a little strange these past few days.
Especially when studying with Sister Qin.
Every time Sister Qin met my gaze, she would turn her head away like a frightened deer...
Sometimes she would even stare at her own face in a daze.
After being noticed by myself, my face turned very red again...
Now, Zeng Anmin no longer had any thoughts about the "three major illusions of life" in his mind.
These are some of the manifestations.
This was enough to explain that Sister Qin seemed to be... in love with herself?
This is definitely not an illusion!
So, after a few days of getting along, Zeng Anmin's tentative hands became more and more unscrupulous...
Say goodbye to April.
The weather in May starts to get hot.
The temperature in the capital is more sensitive than that in the south of the Yangtze River.
As soon as May arrived, Zeng Anmin could see some vendors on the street already selling popsicles...
Time goes by day by day.
The five thousand Yuanyang soldiers finally joined together under Zeng Anmin's generous teaching.
During the training of Wu Qianfeng, the founding disciple.
The army is formed!
As soon as the army was formed, the Ministry of War prepared all the supplies at an incredible speed.
The speed is astonishing.
Zeng Anmin also became the de facto deputy commander of the 5,000-strong Mandarin Duck Army.
The court also provided him with armor.
Considering his identity as a Confucian cultivator, the armor he wears is light and of high quality.
Soon, the day came for the army to set out.
The five thousand Yuanyang soldiers have been trained to be extremely skilled.
They formed a mandarin duck formation.
Following behind the three horses, he walked forward with a solemn expression.
On the first horse sat a female general in light armor.
The female general was born extremely perfect.
The black armor scales wrapped her body perfectly.
A two-meter-long spear hung on the victory hook of the horse under her crotch.
The spear was silver-white all over, shining brightly in the sun.
Whether it is the long spear or the strong horse, they all make the female general look heroic.
She had an expressionless face, her white fingers twisting the reins as she led the five thousand Yuanyang Army forward.
She is the only remaining fourth-rank warrior in the royal family of the Great Saint Dynasty, the eldest princess!
At this time, the eldest princess held her head high and chest out, making the huge armor in front of her body look even taller.
"drive."
The eldest princess's round long legs lightly pressed against the horse's belly, urging the horse forward.
"Da da da."
As the sound of horse hooves rang out, two strong horses followed behind the eldest princess.
The man on the horse on the left was wearing a black robe and his face looked a little thin, but his eyes were shining with brilliance.
The beard on his chin was a little gray, but it still couldn't hide the spirited radiance coming from him.
He is Qin Shoucheng, a fourth-rank scholar of the Great Sage Dynasty.
At this time, Qin Shoucheng's eyes were indifferent. He slowly raised his head and looked towards the south, with a look of unknown meaning in his eyes.
"Master Qin, I wish you a triumphant return!"
Many students from the Imperial College looked up at Qin Shoucheng and greeted him with the utmost respect.
"hehe."
Qin Shoucheng looked at the students and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
On the last horse, a young man sat upright.
The young man has a handsome face and beautiful eyebrows.
No matter from which angle you look at it, you can't resist his noisy handsomeness.
What is most eye-catching is his phoenix eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows.
Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing a smile from time to time.
He has charmed countless girls on the street.
He is the most famous young man in the capital today, known as the Three Wonders Young Master.
Zeng Anmin!
Also known as Liangjiang.
At this time, Zeng Anmin felt the enthusiasm of the people on the street, and his face was filled with the brightest smile.
He felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Because of me, the world has finally become a little different.
The best proof is the group of men behind him.
The Mandarin Duck Army that came from his "great achievements"!
Among the Mandarin Duck Army.
The leader is the new deputy general of the Yuanyang Army, Wu Qianfeng.
At this time, Wu Qianfeng had a resolute expression on his face and an extremely exaggerated big sword was hanging on his horse.
The blade of the sword was as big as a door panel.
The handle is three feet long and has a very strange shape, but the blood-colored grooves on the blade will make anyone who knows the business feel a chill down their spine.
The five thousand Yuanyang soldiers behind him were arranged in square formations.
There is a Confucian cultivator dressed in Confucian robes between each formation.
The formation has never been seen before.
The strangely shaped wolf spears in the sergeants' hands were even more eye-catching.
The army was silent under the leadership of Wu Qianfeng.
Just taking very orderly steps.
People can't help but admire it when they see it.
…
The front line of the Mandarin Duck Army.
That is the team in front of the eldest princess.
The leader is the god of military formation of the current Great Saint Dynasty, Duke Tian Ji of Wei.
At this time, Tian Ji was also wearing armor and had a solemn expression on his face. He led an army of more than 15,000 and slowly marched towards the outside of the capital.
A long army arrived outside the capital.
Tian Ji was followed by three deputy generals.
Beside these deputy generals were two people wearing black uniforms.
From the golden lines on their chests, it can be seen that they are from Xuanzhen Division!
"stop!"
After arriving outside the city, Tian Ji shouted loudly and raised his arms high.
Then the military orders were issued layer by layer, and in just three breaths, an army of 15,000 people stopped outside the city.
“Hear the drum!!”
Tian Ji shouted again.
Then they heard the heavy sound of drums beating above the city gate.
It strikes the heart of every soldier.
Hearing the drum is the last time every soldier hears the voice of his hometown before going to war.
Many people have already stopped here.
Rather than being civilians, it would be more accurate to say that they are the families of these soldiers.
"Son, take care of yourself..."
"Husband, the children and I are waiting for you at home."
"Brother, don't worry, I'm at home, everything is safe!"
"Just go kill the enemy! Your mother is proud of you."
…
The civilians searched for their families among the military troops.
Zeng Anmin was in the team. He had a blank expression on his face and looked up, listening to the deep concern coming from all around him.
I felt quite jealous.
"I don't know where my father is right now. My eldest son went to the battlefield and didn't even come to see him off."
Zeng Anmin curled his lips and glanced casually at the crowd.
Then he saw a familiar figure.
That inverted figure is like Lian'er, resisting all the noise in the world.
Standing in the crowd, he looked in this direction eagerly.
"Sister Qin??"
Zeng Anmin spoke subconsciously.
Qin Shoucheng also looked over subconsciously.
When he saw Qin Wanyue, a smile appeared on his face.
My dear daughter, you still think of your father in your heart.
Then he saw Qin Wanyue raising her hand and waving towards this side.
In her hand was a small green purse.
The purse had rough marks of rust on it.
Obviously, it is handmade.
When Qin Shoucheng saw the purse, his expression froze slightly.
At the same time, Zeng Anmin pointed at his nose blankly: "Sister Qin called me?"
Then Qin Wanyue on the other side nodded heavily.
Zeng Anmin looked around, then gently urged the horse under his crotch and walked towards that direction.
Soon, he was very close to Qin Wanyue.
"What's wrong?"
Zeng Anmin dismounted and came to Qin Wanyue.
I have to say.
Every time I see Sister Qin's face, I am deeply amazed by it.
"Brother Quan Fu, please take care of yourself. This is for you. My mother said that a purse with a lotus flower on it can keep people safe."
Qin Wanyue pursed her lips, her face full of worry, and handed the purse in her hand to Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin took it with a smile:
"Well, Sister Qin, there's no need to worry so much. I can ensure my safety on the battlefield with a little care, and I don't have to go to the front lines to fight the enemy."
As he said this, he took the purse and solemnly placed it between his chest.
Then, as if he remembered something, he carefully took out an object from his chest.
"Sister Qin gave me such a gift, how could I let her down?"
"This thing was given to me by my father. It's a magical weapon made by Master Xu Tianshi of the Xuanzhen Division. If you're at close range, it can kill a sixth-rank warrior with one strike. Keep it for self-defense."
As he spoke, Zeng Anmin took Qin Wanyue's soft little hand and handed her the small musket.
"ah……"
Qin Wanyue opened her little mouth slightly.
She felt happy, worried and reluctant at the same time.
"Such a valuable item..." Qin Wanyue bit her lip.
"Oh! Sister Qin, in my opinion, there is nothing in this world more precious than you."
Zeng Anmin's eyes were fixed on Qin Wanyue.
"Um……"
Qin Wanyue took the musket, and a deep blush appeared on her face.
"I'm leaving first, don't worry about me!"
Zeng Anmin climbed onto the horse with a smile.
Only Qin Wanyue's eyes, as clear as autumn water, were left, as if embedded in Zeng Anmin's back.
She looked at him quietly.
I couldn't bear to blink.
…
"Da, da, da."
Zeng Anmin smiled and rode his horse towards the team.
Qin Shoucheng's face was extremely gloomy. After seeing Zeng Anmin, he snorted coldly.
Then he turned his head away and didn't look at Zeng Anmin.
"Well."
Zeng Anmin pretended not to see Qin Shoucheng's actions.
"hehe."
(End of this chapter)
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