Chapter 88 "Master, does the Xuanzhen Division also have hooks?"
"Ahem."
Qin Shoucheng coughed dryly, and after looking at Zeng Anmin for a long time, his hands under the table tightened subconsciously.
He didn't even know why his fists were always itchy every time he saw this kid...
Qin Shoucheng's eyes widened.
I just wanted to find a reason to move Zeng Anmin away and change seats.
Then he saw the fat prince behind Zeng Anmin.
His staring eyes opened even wider, his pupils contracted, and when he was about to speak, he let out several violent coughs:
"Cough cough cough!!!"
"You...why did you come to the Imperial College?"
Fortunately, his reaction was not slow. When he saw the ordinary clothes on the prince's body, he did not reveal his identity. His attitude was good or bad, and he had a good grasp of the scale.
"Uh, I'm following brother Quan Fu. Don't worry, sir, I'm just giving lectures."
There was a clear smile on the prince's round face, and he stretched out his chubby hand to stroke his head.
? ? ?
Hearing the prince's words, Qin Shoucheng's eyes became duller.
Kwon Fu? ? Still "brother"? ?
When had Zeng Anmin become so close to the prince? ? ?
At this moment, Qin Shoucheng didn't care about why Zeng Anmin was sitting with his daughter.
After the whole class, he was a little distracted.
This is the only time in his 20 years of teaching that he has been distracted more times in class than his students.
But fortunately, he has rich educational experience.
No clues were discovered.
After he was completely relieved, Qin Shoucheng pretended to sit on his seat, picked up a pen and sketched on the book.
In fact, all the attention was on Zeng Anmin and the prince.
"Brother Quanfu, would you like to take my carriage back? I have a few questions about the frontier fortress poem you wrote yesterday."
"No, I have a carriage." Zeng Anmin refused directly.
"Huh? Brother Quan Fu has a new work?"
Qin Wanyue's eyes lit up and she looked towards the little fat prince with a hint of expectation in her autumn eyes.
The little fat prince smiled modestly. He first looked at Qin Wanyue, and then looked at Zeng Anmin.
He raised his eyebrows.
A look that all men understand.
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.
All the mysterious aristocratic feeling when he came into contact with the prince yesterday disappeared.
All that was left was a little fat man who couldn't hold his anger.
"This girl doesn't know something. Although she met Brother Quanfu for the first time yesterday, I was deeply shocked by Brother Quanfu's talent."
The little fat prince looked at Qin Wanyue with a serious face.
"All ears." The expectation on Qin Wanyue's face became more and more intense.
Wang Yuanzhen naturally would not miss this opportunity. He took a deep breath and his eyes became dark:
"Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and the armor's light is shining towards the sun's golden scales."
……
As he spoke, his voice was the only one left in the entire hall.
Qin Shoucheng's expression on the stage also changed again and again.
I was deeply shocked by this poem.
Zeng Anmin was speechless.
No brother, you are the prince of a country! !
How can I be like the main character's follower in those street-fighting novels I read in my previous life?
Too unappealing.
After finishing a poem, Qin Wanyue pursed her lips together, her eyes murmured in trance:
"Support the Jade Dragon to die for you..."
"Okay, I'm leaving first."
Zeng Anmin glanced at the prince and walked directly towards the door.
"Wait for me!!" The prince hurriedly followed Zeng Anmin on his chubby legs.
Qin Wanyue was left with a lost look on her face, staring blankly at the door, motionless.
Until a long time later.
She spoke slowly, with a voice that sounded like a complaint: "Brother Quan Fu has unparalleled talent and learning, which makes people yearn for him."
"Crack~" The sound of the pen being pinched sounded very abruptly from the stage.
Qin Wanyue quickly raised her head like a frightened deer, her face flushed, and she looked at Qin Shoucheng on the podium:
"Dad, are you...still there?"
Qin Shoucheng nodded expressionlessly, pretending to arrange the broken brush he pinched:
"Well, let's go home first."
"Yeah." Qin Wanyue lowered her head, feeling her hot cheeks, and for a moment she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in...
……
There are very few day students in the Imperial College.
Because basically the home of the day students is in the capital.
No matter which dynasty we were in, houses in the capital were not affordable for ordinary people.
After saying a few perfunctory words to the prince, Zeng Anmin got on his horse and headed home.
"Da da da~"
The sound of horse hooves got farther and farther away until it disappeared.
The little fat prince looked at Zeng Anmin's back with a look of determination on his face:
"In ancient times, Taizu asked Master Xu Tianshi to come out. Today, I, Wang Yuanzhen, and Quan Fu are studying further. Brother Quan Fu, I will not give up. I believe that sooner or later, you will be moved by my sincerity."
He clenched his chubby fists tightly, his face as brilliant as the setting sun.
However, the poor little fat man didn't know that.
The Great Sage invited Master Xu three times to Taizu, and he beat him three times with his fists, real swords, and spears before he was defeated.
Another poor guy blinded by history books.
…………
"Master, you are finally back."
As soon as Zeng Anmin got off his horse, he heard the urgent voice of his servant.
"What happened?"
Zeng Anmin frowned and looked at Dachun, who was walking towards him.
Dachun said respectfully: "Master Tiger came back from the academy today and has been crying for daddy."
"Okay."
Zeng Anmin walked towards the courtyard and walked for nearly two quarters of an hour before entering Aunt Lin's "Plum Blossom Courtyard."
As soon as he stepped into the door, he heard the sound of Huzi crying.
"Woooooooooo..."
There was also Aunt Lin's comforting voice beside her.
"What's going on?"
Zeng Anmin pushed open the door and saw Huzi lying on Aunt Lin's back, crying extremely aggrieved.
The two cute and ignorant big eyes were already red and swollen.
"Alas." Aunt Lin sighed: "I thought the Kaimeng Academy in Beijing was better, but I didn't expect that Huzi was still being bullied."
Zeng Anmin's eyes turned cold, he took a deep breath and looked towards Hu Zi.
"Be good, Huzi, tell daddy what's wrong."
He took Huzi and patted Huzi's back gently in as gentle a tone as possible.
Huzi is six years old this year and has already reached the age of enlightenment.
However, Huzi just kept sobbing without saying a word.
It was obvious that he was acting like this because he was extremely uncomfortable.
"Which one is following Huzi in the academy?"
Zeng Anmin's phoenix eyes narrowed, and a heart-stopping aura suddenly erupted from his body.
Not loud.
But the whole room was filled with coldness.
"Master, it's me."
A slave stood out from the door tremblingly, not daring to raise his head, feeling the pressure like a mountain, and kept swallowing.
The slave takes his master's surname, Zeng, and his given name is Zeng Tian. He has been with Zeng's house for ten years. He is an honest man and not good at words.
Otherwise, Hu Zi would not have been given to him to take to the academy.
"What happened in the academy today?"
Zeng Anmin looked at Zeng Tian with extremely cold eyes. Zeng Tian raised his head tremblingly, glanced at Zeng Anmin, then quickly lowered his head and said:
"Young Master Hu started his education a little late. He couldn't keep up with his studies and was illiterate. He was punished by his teacher to write a few words."
"That's it?"
Zeng Anmin squinted his eyes, his voice still cold.
If that was the case, then he wouldn't stand up for Hu Zi.
If you are not good at school, you will be punished by your teacher. This is a matter of course.
But if that was the case, how could Huzi cry like this?
What kind of temperament is Huzi? If others don’t know it, how can he not know it?
Zeng Tian spoke up again: "There are a few kids who are older than Master Hu and want to make friends with him. After asking for their names..."
At this point, he didn't dare to speak.
"Continue."
"Young Master Hu came to the house. Although he didn't pay much attention to it, his real surname was Duan, and the surname Duan was also used for the young master in the academy. He was an ignorant child. After chatting for a while, he asked about Master Hu's residence..."
"Master Tiger said that his father was you...then a few children said that you were not his biological father, and that his biological father should also be named Duan...then Master Tiger didn't speak for half a day."
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"It wasn't until I returned home and met Mrs. Lin that I started crying."
Zeng Anmin listened quietly to Zeng Tian's answer.
Sitting on the chair with Huzi in his arms, he crossed his legs and patted Huzi's back gently.
Feeling Zeng Anmin's familiar chest, Huzi felt a sense of security.
"Why didn't you stop the children when they were asking questions?"
After Zeng Anmin said this, he felt that he was a little too harsh.
Although the tiger is young, it must know these things sooner or later.
Zeng Tian smiled bitterly and said: "How can slaves like us enter the hall of the academy? I only found out about this after seeing Master Hu in a bad mood and asking the children."
"Yeah."
"Dad, who is my dad?"
Huzi finally raised his head, his ignorant eyes still filled with tears, he pursed his lips and looked at Zeng Anmin and asked.
A six-year-old child is not too old, but he is not too young either.
In this world, it’s time to learn sophistication.
Zeng Anmin sighed, smiled and said: "Your father is a brave general."
Memories about her cousin-in-law slowly flowed into Zeng Anmin's mind.
Uncle Zhongyuan's Mansion.
The whole family is loyal.
But because of the war a few years ago, after he died on the battlefield, he had no peace and his home was confiscated by the imperial court.
It was at that time that my cousin became disheartened and wanted to follow her cousin-in-law.
"Yeah."
Huzi buried his face on Zeng Anmin's shoulder, as if this was the only way he could feel safe.
After a long time, Huzi looked up again with expectation in his eyes: "Can you tell me about him?"
This...
Zeng Anmin's expression froze slightly.
My predecessor didn't have much memory of my cousin-in-law, and I hadn't even met him a few times.
"When dad goes back to read some books, I'll talk to you when he comes back."
He said with a smile: "You can sleep peacefully today, and I will tell you when dad comes back next time."
Fortunately, Huzi was indeed tired and nodded obediently: "Well, daddy must remember that"
"Yeah."
Zeng Anmin left with Dachun.
After Zeng Anmin left completely.
Aunt Lin looked at the tiger in her arms with a distressed face, stretched out her white hands to hold him in her arms, and didn't know what to say, so she could only sigh.
Huzi looked up at Aunt Lin innocently:
"Mom...should I call you daddy or uncle?"
Seeing his young face, Aunt Lin felt a pain in her heart for no reason.
…………
The next day.
Zeng Anmin got up early. He originally wanted to go to the Imperial College to read some books about the war and find out the story of his cousin-in-law's heroic killing of the enemy and tell Huzi about it.
As a result, I only remembered that I had to take a bath today after I left the house. No matter how soon I had to wait until tomorrow.
But now that he was out of the house, he wanted to take Dachun for a walk on the streets.
"Do you want to listen to music?"
Zeng Anmin raised his eyebrows and looked at Dachun.
The two of them each led a horse and walked among the bustling streets.
Dachun looked at the young master in confusion.
"Listening to music?"
Having lived in Dachun for twenty years, I really don’t know what listening to music is.
"It's about cultivating one's sentiments. The best part of the music is the hook."
Zeng Anmin patiently explained to Dachun.
"No, no! You can't go to that kind of place. If my father knew that I took you to that kind of place, he would beat me to death." Dachun shook his head quickly.
He didn't know what the music was, but Goulan still knew it.
"It's okay!" Zeng Anmin waved his hands indifferently:
"Master, aren't I learning the Six Arts of the Gentleman? I just need to listen more to the music. If Uncle Qi knows, just say that we are here to learn."
Go check the bar and study? ?
This is the first time Dachun has heard of these two inexplicable combinations.
He blinked his wise eyes and nodded slowly:
"Well, my father did say that he wants me to lead you to study more."
"That's right!"
Zeng Anmin looked at Dachun's slow reaction and felt secretly happy.
"Ouch, little fairy of the Xuanzhen Division, we really can't lower it any lower. If we give you this price, we will lose money!"
A vendor's voice attracted Zeng Anmin's attention.
He subconsciously looked up.
Black robe with gold ribbon flowing from shoulder to waist.
A reflective belt around the waist.
The loose trousers were covered by a pair of straight leather boots with extremely mysterious patterns printed on them.
Two men in uniforms were shopping on the street.
Anmin had seen uniforms like this before.
When Qi Xianlin was arrested in Liangjiang County, a female disciple of the Xuanzhen Division was wearing something like this.
Having said that, although that girl looks a little cute, she actually looks pretty good.
After thinking of this incident, Zeng Anmin subconsciously reached out and touched his arms.
He took out a crystal jade pendant.
"Take this jade pendant. If you come to the capital in the future, you can bring it to the Xuanzhen Division to find me. I will thank you very much."
Sai Chuxue's evasive face appeared in Zeng Anmin's mind.
His heart moved, and a smile appeared on his face: "Dachun, let's go! Go to the Xuanzhen Division!"
After saying that, he took the horse and headed in the direction of Xuanzhen Division.
All the spiritual weapons in the world come from the Formation Division.
Just these eight words can make Zeng Anmin have to go there.
You know, the embossed longbow in his hand is just an ordinary item.
If I could get a long bow, a spiritual weapon produced by the Xuanzhen Division...
Then he felt that his [Warrior's Heart] could definitely explode with even greater power!
"Huh?"
After hearing what the young master said, Dachun was stunned. He rushed forward eagerly and asked Zeng Anmin doubtfully:
"Master, the Xuanzhen Division... also has hook bars?"
As soon as this sentence came out.
He felt that the environment around him seemed to be quiet.
The passers-by around looked at the master and servant as if they were fools.
Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched and he glared at Dachun: "Stop talking and just follow the young master!!"
With that said, he got on his horse and waved the reins: "Drive!!"
Leave this place as if fleeing...
(End of chapter)