Chapter 91 The prince is also alive!
Ride all the way home.
Zeng Anmin felt at ease.
This trip to Xuanzhensi was very comfortable.
Especially after getting to know Sai Chuxue in depth.
Adolescent girls with social anxiety are definitely easy to deceive.
"Where's my dad?"
After arriving home, Zeng Anmin looked at Qi Bo who was practicing martial arts in the yard and asked.
At this moment, he had just taken the black gold bow from his horse.
"I'm still in the Shangshu Province. I've been busy these past two days. As a Xia official, I can't move away."
After hearing Zeng Anmin's voice, Qi Bo stopped with a smile on his face and said to Zeng Anmin.
"Oh." Zeng Anmin put the black gold longbow on his back and prepared to walk towards his yard.
"Young Master, didn't you go to the Imperial College today?" Seeing that Zeng Anmin didn't have a book box with him, Qi Bo asked curiously.
Zeng Anmin paused, took out the black gold bow from his body, nodded and said:
"I just took Dachun to the Xuanzhen Division. A friend from the Xuanzhen Division asked for a bow."
"Hmm?" Qi Bo saw the extremely conspicuous black gold bow, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face:
"Young Master, this bow... could it be the extremely rare spiritual weapon produced by the Xuanzhen Division as rumored?"
Obviously, as a country bumpkin from Liangjiang County, Qi Bo had only heard of the name of the Xuanzhensi spiritual weapon in legends.
Zeng Anmin blinked.
I remembered the spiritual weapons hanging on the wall of Xuanzhensi, which were as common as cabbages in the vegetable market.
"That's all."
There is nothing to hide from one's own people.
As soon as the words fell, Qi Bo smiled and couldn't help clapping his hands:
"What a good fortune! What a good fortune!"
"This old servant has never seen the spiritual weapon of Xuanzhensi..." Qi Bo looked at the bow on Zeng Anmin with a shy face and couldn't help rubbing his hands.
"Then you'll see it today."
Zeng Anmin spread his hands.
Well.
Qi Bo's face froze, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Haha, let me show you, can you pull it apart?"
Zeng Anmin laughed heartily. He naturally understood Qi Bo's eager look.
He stopped teasing him and handed over the black gold bow.
Qi Bo quickly took the black gold bow and used it very lightly.
"This bow is not heavy. I think I can pull it into a full moon with only 30% of my strength."
Feeling the weight in his hand, Qi Bo looked confident.
"Oh? Then you try it."
Zeng Anmin also became curious.
He has never tried the bow since he got it.
Qi Bo is an eighth-rank warrior, so he should be able to pull it.
I just don't know how many points I can get.
"drink!!"
Qi Bo shouted in a deep voice, and with his right leg in front and his left leg behind, he lunged forward.
With white hair and beard, he looks like a master of his generation.
Seeing this situation, Zeng Anmin couldn't help but sigh.
Lian Po is old, can he still eat?
The next moment, Qi Bo was seen holding the bow in his left hand, pulling the string with his right hand, and pulling hard.
His face flushed red, and it was obvious that he had used all his strength.
But he only pulled the longbow... three points?
"drink!!!"
Qi Bo added a little more force, but the bowstring did not move at all.
His face turned from red to purple...
Zeng Anmin wanted to laugh, but held it back.
After all, Qi Bo has been loyal to his family for so many years, he can't just show some mercy to others.
Unexpectedly, Dachun behind him looked at Qi Bo with curiosity:
"Dad, are you only using a fraction of your strength now?"
The voice is very silly.
But the taunting is full!
"Ku~"
When Zeng Anmin heard Dachun's words, he couldn't help but covered his mouth and twitched his shoulders.
"Hmph..."
Qi Bo wanted to speak, but when he tried his best, the words he said could only come out through his nose.
“Huh~”
Qi Bo put away the bow in his hand and did not dare to look Zeng Anmin in the eye.
He looked at Dachun, who was looking puzzled, with an expressionless face.
"Have you practiced martial arts today?"
Qi Bo's death stare made Dachun feel something was wrong.
"Not yet, mainly because I'm going out with the young master today..."
"Master, the bow is back to you."
Qi Bo handed the black gold bow in his hand to Zeng Anmin as if nothing had happened.
"Well, then I'll go back to the courtyard first."
Zeng Anmin looked at the confused Dachun with pity, then walked out with the bow in his hand.
Just left the yard.
Then I heard Dachun's extremely creepy scream.
"Oh, Dad! It hurts, it hurts... Please be gentle."
…
Zeng Anmin returned to the room and stared at the black gold bow in his hand.
The maids in the courtyard were sent away.
He stood in the middle of the room.
Get into a horse stance and take a deep breath.
"rise!"
The muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, and he suddenly pulled the string of the black gold longbow.
"Squeak~"
The sound of a bowstring makes your teeth ache.
Without using martial arts qi.
He pulled the black gold longbow to 70% of its full strength! !
“Huh~”
Zeng Anmin slowly let go, his face flushed.
It is true that firing a hard bow without doing any stretching exercises puts some strain on the body.
"Nice bow."
Zeng Anmin slowly put down the black gold bow in his hand, and a gleam of brilliance appeared on his face.
"If you carry it with you, it will be easily exposed..."
He sat on the bed, looking thoughtfully at the longbow in his hand.
“It would be nice if there was a storage space.”
Speaking of this, he remembered the compass in Sai Chuxue's hand that sucked Qi Xianlin in when he captured Qi Xianlin in Liangjiang County that day.
"Next time the working girl comes to the mansion to ask for chicken essence, ask her."
Zeng Anmin placed the longbow beside the bed and lay down to sleep.
No words were spoken that night.
…………
Imperial College.
Zeng Anmin had just tied up the horse when the voice of the fat prince rang in his ears.
"Brother Quan Fu, I really miss you after not seeing you for a day."
The prince trotted over in a friendly manner.
"You don't have to do this."
Zeng Anmin looked at the little fat boy who was jogging and panting.
I feel a little emotional.
He could see that the prince was planning to recruit him by showing respect to the wise and humble.
However, this little fat boy's skills are far inferior to his father's.
"The Master said that it takes time to achieve a smooth and peaceful path. I believe that Brother Quan Fu will see my sincerity in the future."
The prince's eyes were extremely clear and his voice was full of sincerity.
He knew that a talented person like Zeng Anmin must have seen through his thoughts long ago, and there was nothing to hide, so he might as well say it out loud.
"Okay, okay, hurry back to your seat and study."
Zeng Anmin was not the kind of person who kept people at a distance; he was smiling.
Although this little fat boy was born in a royal family, as far as we can see, he has a good character.
Just make friends first.
"Um."
When the prince heard that Zeng Anmin had obviously shown signs of giving in, he was delighted and felt more motivated.
"Brother Quan Fu, please go first."
The prince extended his hand with a very good attitude.
At the same time, a smug look emerged in his heart.
In ancient times, Taizu put shoes on Xu Tianshi.
Today, I, Wang Yuanzhen, am making way for Zeng Liangjiang.
As expected, I have the qualities of Taizu!
"Brother Quan Fu."
After the two of them came to their seats, they saw Qin Wanyue had already opened the book.
He had obviously been studying hard for a long time.
After sensing the movement around her, Qin Wanyue looked up, her eyes were as gentle as water, and as clear and tender as the surging waves of the sea, which was very much like love.
Every time Zeng Anmin looked into Qin Wanyue's eyes, an illusion would emerge in his mind.
Could it be that this woman... likes me?
Uh, forget it. It’s better not to believe in the three major illusions in life.
"Miss Qin, do you come so early every day?"
Zeng Anmin asked curiously, picked up "Yi Zi" from the table and opened the first page.
"I haven't bought a house in Beijing yet, so I'm staying with my father at the Imperial College. It's close, so I came here earlier."
Qin Wanyue's voice has always been so orderly.
Unlike Sai Chuxue, she likes to look into Zeng Anmin's eyes when she speaks.
It's generous and won't make people feel abrupt.
"Oh~"
Zeng Anmin nodded slowly, then seemed to remember something and asked politely:
"Of the six arts of a gentleman, I've decided to focus on archery. Does Miss Qin have any good suggestions?"
Although there was the help of "Falling Jade Plate" given by Bai Ziqing.
But actually speaking, "Falling Jade Plate" is a kind of martial arts.
The "shooting" in Confucianism and Taoism is closer to Taoism.
The two are actually equally good.
"The Six Arts of a Gentleman are actually the offensive and offensive techniques of our Confucianism."
After hearing Zeng Anmin's doubts, Qin Wanyue's smile became even more intense.
Like peach blossoms in the spring breeze, the girl's fragrance stirred the young man's heartstrings.
For some reason, Qin Wanyue enjoyed, or rather, really liked, the feeling of solving Zeng Anmin's problems.
Just like when a boy chats with a girl he likes, he always tries his best to find various topics to talk about.
"That day in the Xuanjing Division, my father subdued the fish demon. The Confucian and Taoist Dharma image transformed into the character 'Zhen', suppressing the fish demon into ashes. This character 'Zhen' is the 'Shu' of the Six Arts of a Gentleman in Confucianism..."
Qin Wanyue's voice always makes people unconsciously sink into the rhythm of her speaking.
Zeng Anmin listened thoughtfully.
Regarding the six arts of a gentleman, his father told him to first identify what he likes, and then put in the effort to study it.
Moreover, not long after he entered the realm of a sixth-rank gentleman, his father was promoted and he has been on the road ever since.
There is simply no time to engage.
Only Zeng Anmin himself knows.
Because of the bug of [Warrior's Heart], I am very sure and certain that I must enter the Tao through "shooting".
There are not many students in the Imperial College classroom now, and Qin Wanyue and Zeng Anmin are not very close.
Just normal communication between classmates.
But the chubby prince sitting in the back attributed this scene between the two to mutual affection.
When Brother Quan Fu was talking to Miss Qin, his arms were not very honest!
Seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, he would touch Miss Qin's arm from time to time.
Miss Qin seemed not to notice and continued speaking.
Although the two people looked normal.
But how could the little fat prince not see the trick?
Not long after, a teacher came to give a lecture.
This was the end of the conversation between Zeng Anmin and Qin Wanyue.
The Master's name was Zhang Qi, and he was a master of the "music" aspect of the six arts for gentlemen.
Although he did not teach rituals and music, the Master's lectures were also very lively.
Zeng Anmin was fascinated by what he heard...bullshit.
He listens for three minutes and is distracted for half the class.
It is really hard to change the habit of daydreaming in class.
"Tomorrow morning, I will bring you the ten-stringed zither and teach you one of the six arts of a gentleman, 'Music.'"
After finishing the lecture, the teacher slowly stood up and gave a notice to the students.
"Farewell, Master."
After watching the teacher leave, the students began to prepare for lunch.
Zeng Anmin took this opportunity to visit the library of the Imperial College.
The Imperial College Library is said to be the second largest in the world.
The first is the library in the palace.
"Brother Quan Fu, why did you come to the library?"
The prince looked at Zeng Anmin with curiosity. He followed Zeng Anmin and didn't even go to eat.
"Look up the information."
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at the bookshelf in front of him.
This bookshelf contains the history of the wars of the Holy Dynasty compiled by the doctor of the Imperial College.
From the time Taizu started his army to the year before last, all the battles, big and small, took place here.
"War history?"
The prince blinked, then looked at Zeng Anmin innocently and said:
"If you're looking up war history...it would actually be better to ask me."
"oh?"
Zeng Anmin looked up at the round face of the chubby prince, crossed his arms and looked at him:
"You are also well versed in war history?"
"Haha." The prince's face showed great confidence:
"From the time Taizu started his army, until the time when the two nations of Shengjiang and Yinwu joined forces to attack the demon tribe and annihilate the demon before I was seven years old, I know everything clearly."
"Oh?" Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows. "Then tell me about Taizu's uprising?"
The prince smiled softly, slowly stood up, walked to the window, looked at the students outside the window, and said slowly:
"In the fourth year of the Zhenqi reign of the previous dynasty, Emperor Ai of Han was in power. He committed many atrocities, causing chaos throughout the country and leaving the people in dire straits."
"On the fourth day of the first month of the fourth year of the Zhenqi reign, Taizu was driven from his home and humiliated by a tyrannical official. A lofty ambition surged within him, and he angrily executed the official, declaring the beginning of a chaotic era."
"On the fifth day of the first month of the same year, Taizu and his childhood playmate Bai Liyun joined forces with the villagers to attack Ning County."
"The next day, Ning County was unable to resist and was occupied by Taizu."
“…………”
The chubby prince spoke in an orderly and leisurely manner, even remembering the dates in the history books accurately.
It feels like meeting a historical figure in person.
"Stop!" Zeng Anmin had no interest in the history of Taizu's uprising. He now believed in the prince's attainments in military history.
The prince turned slowly and smiled.
At this time, all he needed was a teaching stick.
"Tell me about Yin Wu's slaying of the demon."
Zeng Anmin pulled a chair for the prince and helped him sit down.
I sat opposite him and looked at the prince seriously.
This small gesture moved the prince so much that he almost cried.
The spirit of Taizu in heaven appears!
It’s right to learn from Taizu!
Sincerity is the ultimate skill in interpersonal communication!!
The chubby prince suppressed the excitement in his heart, took a deep breath, and the blush on his face faded away a little.
"The cause of the Yinwu Demon Suppression was in the fifth year of Jianhong, when the current Monster King Bixuan of Wan Yao Mountain united all the monster tribes to fight..."
"Let's not talk about that for now. Just tell me where it happened, the generals sent by our Holy Dynasty, and..."
Zeng Anmin looked at the prince seriously: "Mr. Zhongyuan."
"Mr. Zhongyuan?"
The prince's brow furrowed slightly.
Obviously, he did not have a good impression of Earl Zhongyuan.
"At that time, our Great Saint Dynasty dispatched a total of over 70,000 troops, led by the general Ji Qing, the Imperial City Director. Prince Qi, Prince Jiang, and Earl Zhongyuan were all led by Ji Qing."
"etc……"
Zeng Anmin raised his head abruptly, looking straight at the prince:
"Prince Qi, Prince Jiang...were they also in the Yinwu-destroying demon war?"
The prince nodded blankly, looked at Zeng Anmin and said:
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, just continue."
Zeng Anmin frowned slightly, and his father's face subconsciously appeared in his mind.
A possibility emerged in my mind...
(End of this chapter)
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