Chapter 73 Grape Wine Luminous Cup
In the main hall of the Governor's Mansion, Qin Wanyue's voice slowly sounded:
"The six arts of a gentleman are etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics."
"If Brother Quan Fu wants to break through to the fifth level, he must not fall behind in the six skills of a gentleman."
Although Qin Wanyue is Dean Qin's only daughter, she never speaks in an educational tone, but rather like spring breeze turning into rain, nourishing her little by little.
I don’t know when.
The person who asked questions was Zeng Anmin.
In a daze, Zeng Anmin seemed to see the shadow of Zhang Lun in Qin Wanyue.
"In the sixth-grade gentleman realm, the six arts are the main ones. If you reach enlightenment in any of the six arts, you can naturally break through to the fifth grade."
"But the remaining five arts cannot be left behind..."
Qin Wanyue's eyes were always smiling, and she would sometimes make jokes to Zeng Anmin during her speech:
"Just like people, one leg is too long and the other leg is too short. Shouldn't we walk with a limp?"
"Haha!" Zeng Anmin found it interesting and subconsciously replied:
"Sometimes there is an extra leg."
Qin Wanyue looked confused.
I have no idea what Zeng Anmin is talking about.
She blinked slightly and asked in confusion:
"The third leg?"
Well.
Zeng Anmin's face was a little stiff.
The main reason is that Qin Wanyue feels too much like Brother Zhang Lun to him.
He subconsciously regarded Qin Wanyue as a friend...
"This..."
Zeng Anmin hesitated and simply changed the subject and looked at Qin Wanyue in confusion and asked:
"I wonder what Miss Qin majored in in the Six Arts..."
Qin Wanyue pursed her lips and smiled.
She was so smart that she could sense that Zeng Anmin was changing the subject, but she had a non-competitive temperament and never forced herself. She replied seriously:
"There are two disciplines of rites and music, and I major in music."
"In the early years, I studied the guzheng instrument very deeply, but later I met a pipa master by chance and was deeply fascinated by his music, so I also practiced pipa."
When she said this, Qin Wanyue's face looked very natural, and she did not feel any embarrassment at all because of the vulgarity of the Pipa instrument.
lute?
Zeng Anmin was a little confused. Although he didn't understand, he had heard a little bit.
An instrument like the pipa is somewhat inferior to the ten-stringed qin that Confucian scholars majored in.
"Miss Qin is not tired of being contemptuous, which is enough to show that she has a noble character."
Zeng Anmin said this very seriously.
This is the first time Qin Wanyue has heard someone so sincerely praise her for playing pipa concurrently.
She looked at Zeng Anmin with bright eyes:
"Brother Quan Fu, don't you dislike Pipa?"
"There are thousands of skills in the world, how can we compare them with each other? In my opinion, no matter whether the cat is black or white, it is a good cat if it catches mice!"
Zeng Anmin did not have the colored glasses of the feudal era, and there was nothing unusual when he said this.
Qin Wanyue could feel the sincerity in it.
Her eyes grew brighter.
She had a wonderful feeling.
The young man in front of him seemed like another version of himself.
"Master, Mr. Shen asked someone to send you some thank you gifts."
A voice sounded, it was a servant, respectfully holding a beautiful wooden box.
"Jun Shen?"
Only then did Zeng Anmin remember that he had not seen the current shopkeeper Jin Taiping for a long time.
"If it's not the New Year or the festival, why is he giving gifts?"
Zeng Anmin glanced at Qin Wanyue subconsciously.
Wouldn't it be bad to accept bribes in front of others?
Qin Wanyue was clever and understood Zeng Anmin's gaze instantly. She chuckled and said:
"The case of Jun Shen's murder of his aunt was aroused in Liangjiang County a few days ago. Brother Quan helped him clear the suspicion and restore his innocence. It's right for him to send some gifts, so you might as well accept them."
"Otherwise, wouldn't he have gained a reputation as ungrateful?"
Speaking of this, Qin Wanyue's eyes lit up even more.
The more I get to know Zeng Anmin, the more amazed I am by his intelligence.
Investigate the missing case of Longtu and save his father from prison.
The murderer was quickly identified in the Zhang Lun case.
The case of Shen Jun's murder of his aunt was solved so perfectly by following the clues. Even all the clues in the case of King Jiang's rebellion were pieced together by him bit by bit...
Especially that day when King Jiang's subordinate Xu Tong broke into the Xuanjing Division, he was able to stand up in times of extreme crisis. This courage alone was the spirit of this young man!
"Haha, let's open it and take a look."
Zeng Anmin didn't say much, he just took the wooden box with a smile, reached out and made a "click" sound, and the exquisite lid of the wooden box was opened.
Then he saw a porcelain bottle lying quietly in the box.
Next to the porcelain bottle lie four extremely fine jade cups.
"What is this?"
Zeng Anmin picked up the porcelain bottle curiously, shook it slightly, and felt the liquid in it.
"Western wine."
Qin Wanyue's eyes flashed with surprise when she first saw this bottle.
She patiently explained to Zeng Anmin:
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"The domain of Xiliu is to the west of the Holy Kingdom, where grapes grow very well. The local people are good at using grapes to make wine. It is said that the craftsmanship of the first-class wine is extremely complex, the output is very small, and the price is as good as gold."
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"Even the current Holy Emperor only offers ten bottles a year."
"This Mr. Shen is really thoughtful."
"Oh?" Zeng Anmin placed the porcelain bottle on the table and waved his hand casually:
“This is indeed the first time I’ve heard of it.”
But when he came into contact with Qin Wanyue's bright eyes, he suddenly touched his forehead:
"Since we are here, why don't Miss Qin taste it together?"
"This..." Qin Wanyue looked hesitant, lowered her head shyly and said:
"Not appropriate."
How can we meet each other a few times and then drink together? ?
"No problem, just wine tasting."
As Zeng Anmin spoke, he opened the porcelain bottle and placed the cup in the box on the table.
"Xi Lili~"
The sound of wine pouring into the glass.
"It smells so good..."
As soon as the wine from the bottle was poured into the cup, the rich and fragrant aroma of the wine hit your nostrils.
"Please!" Zeng Anmin didn't hesitate at all.
It's not like he bought it with his own money, so he naturally doesn't feel bad at all.
Qin Wanyue, unable to resist the curiosity and kindness in her heart, lowered her head and hummed softly, pinching the extremely exquisite blue cup with her white fingers.
"It is said that the lingering fragrance in the cup will remain for three days after the wine is drunk."
Qin Wanyue explained in detail while holding up the cup.
Zeng Anmin felt that he had indeed become more knowledgeable.
He gently raised the cup and took a sip.
Well...
Not bad, a bit like the right bank.
As an outstanding young man in his previous life, Zeng Anmin naturally drank a lot of red wine.
"Tsk~"
Zeng Anmin closed his eyes, and he seemed to feel like he was back in his previous life, freely shuttling in business.
He opened his eyes, looked at Qin Wanyue with a smile and said:
"The taste is smooth and rich in flavor, with a hint of red plum and plum."
Qin Wanyue only took a small sip at that time. After listening to Zeng Anmin's words, her eyes sparkled even more.
It was only then that she took advantage of her drunkenness to explain her purpose:
"That day in front of the gate of Xuanjing Division, Wan Yue kept in mind the Banque poem that Quan Fudi recited casually."
"Studying in my boudoir every day, it is really unbearable to look forward to it, so I came here just to ask..."
Her eyes were extremely earnest:
"Is there half a gap left?"
poetry?
Zeng Anmin suddenly realized that he remembered it clearly.
At that time, he wanted to expose the identity of Black Cat Wufu and fight Xu Tong to the death.
But at that time, I didn’t know if I would die after that battle.
He felt this and said: "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
Although it was not appropriate for the situation, it did convey the meaning of uncertainty about his own life and death at that time.
Uh...
Zeng Anmin blinked and looked at the green cup in his hand and the wine in it.
There was something strange on his face.
No...it's just such a coincidence? ?
(End of chapter)