Chapter 50 "Feng Jiu Ming"
The financial plan has been settled, and Zeng Anmin's mood naturally improved a lot.
From now on, the dream of flying an eagle and running dog can continue.
"Dachun! Go back home!"
"Okay!!"
……
Before leaving, Zeng Anmin faintly heard the heated discussion in the box next door:
"I am the peak when I reach the top of the mountain... Alas, this poem... the determination and self-confidence to reach the top reveal a bold and unrestrained mind..."
"Sigh."
"Our Liangjiang County is known as the leader in Confucianism in the south of the Yangtze River. In the past five years, there has been no masterpiece that can compare with it."
"The text is very simple, but the artistic conception in the poem is really admirable."
"Princess Wencheng of Jiang State, amazing!"
"…………"
Zeng Anmin didn't make too many stops and headed home smoothly with Dachun.
Governor's Palace.
Dad hasn't come back yet. He has a lot of things to deal with in the past two days due to Prince Jiang's Mansion.
At this time, the sky was getting darker.
"Daddy!"
Huzi ran over to hug him like crazy. Every time he saw Zeng Anmin, Huzi's face was always filled with the most innocent smile.
"What a big boy!"
Zeng Anmin laughed, picked up Huzi, stretched out his hand and gently scratched his little nose:
"Have you eaten?"
"Not yet, mother said I would wait for you to come back to eat."
Huzi grinned, revealing a row of neat little teeth.
Uh...
Although he had gotten used to it for a long time, Zeng Anmin was still offended by this strange name.
Not far away, Aunt Lin was standing with a smile on her face in the courtyard. Her face was pretty, her eyes were flowing like water waves, and her voice was soft:
"My master is busy with official duties. We will have dinner at the Yamen tonight. We won't wait for him."
"Well, I just ate outside. You can take the tiger to eat."
"No, the tiger wants to eat with his parents!"
Before Aunt Lin could speak, Huzi was unhappy. He looked at Zeng Anmin with aggrieved eyes, tears were ready in his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was very low:
"Other people have their parents eating with them...but I don't."
As he spoke, he turned away his young face, held back his tears, and endured the pain in his heart alone.
……
have to!
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched: "Okay, okay, daddy will eat with you."
"Long live Daddy!!!"
Huzi waved his hands, his face instantly became excited, and watched Zeng Anmin kiss him on the face.
This kid... is so good at coaxing people at such a young age, how can he be so good when he grows up? !
For the first time, Zeng Anmin discovered a different kind of advantage in Hu Zi.
"Haha."
Seeing how harmoniously Zeng Anmin and Huzi got along, Aunt Lin's face showed a very happy smile.
Just when the evening breeze blew through Aunt Lin's long hair that was tied up high, the fluttering hair revealed her unique charm.
"Ahem."
Zeng Anmin turned away, coughed dryly, and led Huzi into the hall to eat.
……
"You should also eat some. You will be on duty at the Yamen all day long. I heard that the food in the Yamen is not very delicious."
Aunt Lin tried her best to act like a mother, with a look of distress on her face. She stretched out her chopsticks and put a chicken leg in the bowl for Zeng Anmin and Huzi:
"I have lost a lot of weight in recent days than before."
"Okay, okay, that's enough, Aunt Lin..."
Zeng Anmin quickly stopped him.
He is thin because he has reached the highest level of martial arts. The aura of martial arts consumes too much blood and essence. Although he is overall thinner than before, he has actually turned into tight muscles.
Today I ate a lot with Shen Jun at Wangxian Tower, and now it's hard to hold anything in my stomach.
"Try to eat as little food as possible from outside. How can you cook something clean at home?"
Aunt Lin's eyes fell on Zeng Anmin's face, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, her words contained careful blame, and then the conversation quietly changed:
"You and I should talk more about this."
"Okay, that's easy to say."
Zeng Anmin also had a smile on his face.
"Dad, do you want to eat the chicken legs?" Huzi picked up the chicken legs in his bowl and looked at Zeng Anmin with a grin.
"Daddy doesn't want to eat, you can eat."
This child was so filial. A touch of warmth emerged in Zeng Anmin's heart, and he wanted to reach out and touch Huzi's head. "Okay!" Huzi smiled broadly, stretched out his chopsticks, and took away the chicken legs in Zeng Anmin's bowl.
? ?
Good boy! ! This guy is very scheming, don't let him stay!
"Don't fight with your father."
Aunt Lin gave Hu Zi an angry look.
"Oh." Huzi rolled his eyes, picked up the chicken legs in the bowl, looked at Aunt Lin's bowl and asked:
"Mom, do you have enough chicken legs?"
"Eat, that's enough." Aunt Lin didn't intend to coddle her. A smile appeared on her gentle face, and she held out her chopsticks in front of the bowl.
"Hehe, just enough to eat."
Huzi laughed again, stood up, and put the entire plate of chicken legs left on the table into his bowl.
……
Aunt Lin's delicate face was stunned at first, and then showed helplessness.
"Hahaha!!"
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Zeng Anmin was amused and laughed out loud.
"This child..."
Aunt Lin couldn't help but curl up her lips.
……
It's night.
Zeng Anmin returned to his room, lay on the bed and entered the Zifu space with a thought.
The phantom of Kanlong Tu still stands in the middle like a sky curtain.
On the left is a huge group of green energy after Confucianism and Taoism have entered the sixth level.
It is green and colorful, with thousands of hanging strips, dignified and majestic yet gentle and gentle.
On the right side of the ghost in the dragon survey is a short-handled axe that exudes a mysterious aura.
The ax handle is about two feet long, and the ax blade is one foot long. The lines formed by dense inscriptions wrap around the entire body of the axe.
Zeng Anmin's figure appeared in the sea of consciousness.
The ax flashed with light, as if welcoming the arrival of its master.
Zeng Anmin could feel the intimacy coming from the axe.
One of the judgments of artifacts in this world is that they have spirituality.
However, this time Zeng Anmin entered the sea of consciousness for another purpose.
He slowly came to the back of Kanlongtu's shadow.
Without hesitation, Zeng Anmin reached out and wrote on the picture:
[Bei: Haha, I haven’t spoken for a long time. Are you all okay? 】
He waited quietly for a while.
Not long after, group friends gradually came online.
The first person to speak was Huang.
[Huang: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The mysterious realm is coming soon, and I get beaten by my father every day. 】
Zeng Anmin didn't expect that Huang would be the first to speak.
[Bei: Oh? Why did your father hit you? 】
[Huang: He said it was to help me improve my combat experience. 】
Uh...
Father's love is like a mountain... the ground is shattered.
Zeng Anmin was speechless. After hesitating for a long time, he sighed:
[Bei: This is also a different kind of fatherly love from your father. 】
[Huang: I'm used to it too. He's the one beating me now. When I accumulate strength and become more powerful, I'll definitely beat him up. 】
Okay! Great filial piety! ! !
Finally, after chatting, Nan came online.
[Nan: That Bei, I'm really sorry, your poem was exposed for some reasons...]
As soon as he came up, Nan began to self-examine.
However, she looks like a very honest girl, but why does she sound like tea when she talks?
Zeng Anmin curled his lips.
Just use it to show off, but still expose it? ?
So Zeng Anmin felt that he must try his hand again
[Bei: I didn’t expect that Her Royal Highness the Princess is also a person who loves poetry. 】
Nan was silent for a while, and then sent a message:
[Nan: To apologize, just say whatever you want, and I will help you if I can. 】
There was no denying his identity.
It seems right!
Zeng Anmin's eyes lit up slightly.
Princess Wencheng, the most favored princess of the Dajiang Dynasty, definitely has a lot of good things!
A smile appeared on his lips, and he slowly wrote:
[Bei: I have a friend who has recently encountered a small bottleneck in martial arts. If His Highness can come up with the secret skill "Feng Jiu Ming" of the Jiang Kingdom royal family, I believe he will be very happy. 】
South:? ? ? ?
(End of chapter)