Chapter 75 Fire Gun
There were some words that it was difficult for the father and son to speak while Qin Wanyue was around.
So after sending Qin Wanyue away, Zeng Anmin followed his father into the study.
Governor's Mansion, Dad's study.
"Pa-ta~"
Zeng Shilin took the small object handed over by Zeng Anmin and put it on the table with a "snap" expressionless expression.
"Dad..."
Zeng Anmin raised his head and called out weakly.
What Dad placed on the table was the "fire gun" he gave himself that day at home.
"This thing of the Xuanzhen Division, within a hundred steps, a warrior below the sixth-grade cave virtual mirror cannot stop one of its ammunition."
His father's voice traveled through time that day and sounded faintly in Zeng Anmin's ears.
"Hmph!"
Zeng Shilin snorted coldly, raised his head to look at his eldest son, and said in a neither salty nor bland voice:
"There was this thing back then, why not use it?"
Zeng Anmin immediately shook his head and replied seriously:
"Actually, I had thought about this thing that day, but the traitor had many eagles and dogs. Even if he killed Xu Tong, and his soldiers came forward, how many rounds of ammunition would this fire blunderbuss have?"
"Although there are supplementary formations, it will take time. They rushed forward..."
"The child will inevitably reveal his identity."
After saying this, Zeng Anmin pursed his lips and looked at his father.
"That shouldn't be exposed here!"
Dad slapped his hand heavily on the table, making a "pop" sound!
He squinted his eyes and looked directly at Zeng Anmin, his voice extremely solemn:
"You must remember it in the future."
"The trump card must not be exposed to anyone until the moment of death."
"Even if that person is a father!"
Zeng Anmin could naturally tell that his father didn't seem to be lying.
He opened his mouth to ask why.
Dad’s deep voice has already sounded:
"Confucianism and Taoism have a questioning mind, Jiang Guo's Eastern religion has a dream, the Xuanzhen Division has a question about the Tianzhen and the Taoist sect has divination to seek the truth..."
"There are too many things in this world that can break people's hearts."
"You are not afraid to ask questions, but what about others?"
After the father said this, he looked at Zeng Anmin with profound eyes.
"Children, please keep this in mind."
Zeng An subconsciously felt guilty. He turned his head and nodded seriously.
Dad, I can only tell you so much.
I will definitely not reveal a single word about Golden Finger and time travel.
"Yeah."
Having said this, Dad's face softened.
Not long after, a warm smile appeared on his face.
"You do have some poetic talent in you."
Zeng Anmin could clearly see the relief on his father's face.
Regarding dad’s jumping thoughts.
Zeng Anmin had been with him for more than a month, and he was naturally used to it.
“It’s true that Miss Wanyue has great musical skills, and I feel inspired by that too…”
This is a past that can be explained.
In addition, he went out of the house that day to fend off the rebels alone.
It can indeed be considered a personal experience.
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine."
Dad closed his eyes and slowly thought about the scene that day.
The lingering sound of the old man's poetry recited in my heart.
After a long time, he slowly raised his head with complicated eyes:
"This poem is really good, even if it is better than what my father did back then."
"What did you do back then?"
Zeng Anmin was extremely curious.
You must know that this "Liangzhou Ci" is a culmination of Wang Han's collection in the Tang Dynasty.
It is also an enduring song that can be passed down for thousands of years.
It is enough to see the profound artistic conception of this poem.
And dad could actually make something even slightly worse than this poem?
That will definitely be passed down through the ages!
"I wonder if I can let my children read a lesson or two?"
Zeng Anmin looked at his father expectantly.
Zeng Shilin's eyelids twitched slightly.
He turned away and changed the topic directly:
"Has this poem ever been given a name?"
"No." Zeng Anmin answered honestly.
"Since it was written in Liangjiang County, why not just call it Liangjiang Fu."
…………
Water Governor Academy.
The case of King Jiang's rebellion became a topic of conversation among all the students.
As a student, apart from studying, the rest of the time is spent chatting with others.
Qin Wanyue Yingying followed Qin Shoucheng and walked leisurely in the academy.
Whenever her figure passes by a place, it will cause a brief silence there.
The students of Shuidu Academy all dream of marrying Qin Wanyue.
The father and daughter were talking about Confucianism and Taoism.
Basically, Qin Wanyue was asking and Qin Shoucheng was answering.
The two were passing by a place when they suddenly heard a loud shout.
"This is too much! That Princess Wencheng is not worthy of her name!"
"It's just a poem that's easy to pronounce. How dare you claim that it's the only one in the south of the Yangtze River?"
"Shh, keep your voice down...The dean is right over there..."
Someone immediately reminded me.
It's just too late.
Qin Shoucheng already frowned and walked towards this side:
"If you don't study hard, why are you gathering here?"
His face looked a little gloomy.
Qin Wanyue only raised her head slightly and looked over curiously with her ripple-like eyes.
"I have met the dean."
The students all saluted. "What were you so excited about just now?"
The dean's face didn't look very good.
Obviously, being interrupted from his lecture to his daughter made him feel a little angry.
This...
A student gritted his teeth, bowed slightly to Qin Shoucheng and said:
"Dean Qin, you don't know something. A few days ago, there was news from Jiang State that Princess Wencheng had written a poem."
"Some people claim that just this one song can suppress the entire Jiangnan students from holding their heads up."
"We are here to complain!"
After saying that, he lowered his head and waited for criticism.
Qin Shoucheng raised his eyebrows slightly and sneered.
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Confucianism and Taoism were rampant in the Great Sage Dynasty, and they suppressed the Jiang Kingdom with Wen Yiyi for hundreds of years. It has never been heard that the people of Sheng Jiang Kingdom can beat the Holy Dynasty in Wen Yiyi.
"How could He Shi be so courageous?"
The sneer on Dean Qin's face became more and more obvious.
However, after the student read out the entire poem.
Dean Qin was silent.
"When the sea reaches the end, the sky is the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak."
"If the sun can rise again, the great roc spreads its wings and hates the sky."
……
Just four sentences made Dean Qin's scalp numb.
He thought to himself that without a chance, it would be difficult to compose a poem with such a seamless artistic conception.
"This poem has something..."
Dean Qin talked for a long time and suddenly remembered something. He looked at the student expressionlessly:
"You said this poem was written by Princess Wencheng?"
"Don't dare to deceive the dean."
The student's posture was very low.
"It doesn't match the status, it's just moaning for nothing."
Dean Qin waved his hand perfunctorily, feeling something bad in his heart and wanting to leave.
But it was too late, the students had already spoken out.
"I really racked my brains for this poem but can't think of a sentence that can stabilize one end of it..."
"Yes, Dean, how can I, the great sage, have a prosperous literary and cultural life and be overshadowed by a woman?!"
"Disciple, please be brave. Please say something. Otherwise, I, a student from Jiangnan, will lose all my dignity!"
"..."
Many students looked really ashamed.
But he cast hope on Qin Shoucheng.
If we can’t do it, can the dean still do it? ?
Feeling the eager eyes of the students.
Qin Shoucheng's face froze.
What does it feel like to be roasted on the fire by the disciples of the academy?
He is indeed not good at poetry.
But before he could say anything, he heard Qin Wanyue’s gentle and long voice behind him:
"Yesterday I happened to have a chance and got a song called Qijue, which may be comparable."
"Miss Qin?"
All the students' eyes lit up and they looked towards Qin Wanyue.
No one among the students at Shuidu Academy knows about Qin Wanyue.
At a young age, one already knows the way of one's mind, and it is only a matter of time before he enters the realm of a sixth-grade gentleman.
"I dare to ask Miss Qin, are you sure about your Qijue song?"
All the students looked at Qin Wanyue eagerly.
Qin Wanyue chuckled, her autumn-like eyes rippling, and in her mind she vaguely remembered Zeng Anmin's literary talent yesterday, and she spoke slowly:
"100% sure."
Qin Wanyue has an excellent appearance, and her body is full of poetry and calligraphy.
Her confident smile made all the students look confused.
"Hoo~"
An unknown person swallowed his saliva and stood out from the crowd.
The student came to Qin Wanyue and bowed to her to the end:
"Please ask Miss Qin to say something that will open our eyes!"
……
Dean Qin's face flashed with suspicion at this time.
How could he not know about his girl's poetry skills?
Compared with him, he emphasizes elegance, but overall, it's pretty much the same...
Before he opened his mouth, he heard Qin Wanyue's voice:
"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine,"
"If you want to drink Pipa, urge me immediately."
In just two sentences, Dean Qin was already in a trance.
All thoughts in my heart are calm, I can only calmly appreciate it.
The students also looked shocked.
"Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield,"
"How many people have fought in ancient times!"
Qin Wanyue slowly closed the mouth of the cherry and looked at the audience with a smile.
The poem ends.
Silence fell.
After a long time.
Finally, someone said incoherently: "Miss Qin's poem is really profound in artistic conception, I really admire it!!"
Only then did the remaining people react.
The praises came like a flood.
However, Qin Wanyue shook her head lightly and said:
"This poem was not written by me."
Um? ? ?
The whole audience was stunned.
Qin Shoucheng looked down at his daughter, with an expected expression on his face, and asked softly:
"Who is that?"
Qin Wanyue's eyes flashed with inexplicable yearning, she pursed her lips and said three words:
"Zeng Anmin."
who? ! !
Him again? ! !
Dean Qin looked at his daughter with a hint of surprise, yearning, and even admiration...
The expression on his face was slightly distorted...
(End of chapter)