My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 126 Father: You dare to hurt my son? Die!

"Brother Quan Fu is indeed as good as a god! The crisis at Jishui Weir was solved by me."

"This mission is considered a success. I will bring you something good when I return. You will definitely be happy to see it."

"Brother Bai is thoughtful."

As Zeng Anmin withdrew the righteous energy from the communication talisman.

The white communication symbol turned dim.

There was a hint of depth in Zeng Anmin's eyes.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Then his eyes became sharp.

Next, let’s go find Dad.

You must talk to your dad about this kind of thing first so that he can be prepared.

…………

"Dad! Are you still sleeping?! How can you sleep at this hour?!"

Zeng Anmin knocked on the door as usual.

It was already the middle of the night.

Zeng Anmin knocked on the door very quickly and in an urgent tone.

And Dad didn't complain.

I still remember the last time my older son knocked on the door and disturbed my sweet dream.

King Qi fell.

So even though he was awakened from his dream, Dad still took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and patiently got up from the bed.

"Squeak~"

Zeng Shilin had a blank expression on his face and looked at Zeng Anmin.

"what's up."

Zeng Anmin said seriously: "Let's go inside and talk."

"Ah."

……

They both sat on chairs.

The candlelight in the room flickered.

Both of them had serious expressions on their faces.

"You mean, someone tried to assassinate you, but you killed him back."

Zeng Shilin could no longer hide the strong murderous intent in his heart.

Obviously, if the eldest son hadn’t had some fortuitous encounter.

I'm afraid that tonight we'll hear the sad news of losing a child...

There was a hint of coldness in his voice.

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath. This was the first time he saw such a strong and undisguised murderous aura from his father.

"What methods did the assassin use?"

Zeng Shilin's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he looked straight at Zeng Anmin.

Hearing this, Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head.

He knew that his father wanted to start with the identity of the assassin.

Meeting his father's gaze, Zeng Anmin said calmly:

"I've seen him before at Faan Temple."

"If my guess is correct, he was also the assassin who killed King Qi."

"It also coincides with the time when Ren Weizhi went to Fa'an Temple."

……

Hear Zeng Anmin's slow narration.

Zeng Shilin frowned slightly. After a long moment, he slowly raised his head, his eyes full of deep thought:

"Are you sure you saw the assassin heading towards Huangque Temple when you were in Fa'an Temple?"

"Yellow Bird Temple?"

Zeng Anmin blinked, then nodded in understanding:
"Yes, if the small nunnery behind Fa'an Temple is called Huangque Nunnery."

"There is only one nunnery behind Fa'an Temple, called Huangque Nunnery."

"This is the place where Concubine Xi went to in order to protect herself after she lost the fight with the Empress."

Zeng Anmin was slightly stunned, then blinked and said:
"The Queen is quite nice."

This isn't a complete annihilation?
The corner of Dad's mouth twitched, and then he sighed and said:
"Empress Xi was born in the Ningguo Mansion, so she is of noble origin after all."

"Four years ago, Duke Ning personally requested His Majesty, and His Majesty took her back to the harem. However, the position of the Crown Prince is already secure, and the Empress is honored by her son. Concubine Xi knows that she has lost power, so she has been cultivating herself in the harem over the years and dares not do anything rash."

Hearing this, Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

He said slowly:

"Could the mastermind behind Ren Wei be... Concubine Xi?!"

But after hearing his words, the old man frowned slightly.

After a long while, he shook his head gently and turned his gaze to the window:
"Let alone a noble concubine who has lost her power, even if she is the queen with great power in the harem, why would Ren Weizhi, as the Minister of Revenue, have to get involved with her?"

Right.

Zeng Anmin frowned.

What dad meant by this is, what is Ren trying to achieve?
Because she is old?
“But it cannot be ruled out.”

Zeng Anmin looked at his father seriously.

Zeng Shilin had a blank expression on his face, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The slightly aged face was filled with a murderous intent that made one's heart palpitate:
“It doesn’t matter who is behind this.”

"As a father, I must let everyone in the capital know that no matter what time it is, if anyone dares to touch my son, there will be only one outcome."

After saying that, he slowly stood up and walked to the window.

The dim candlelight flickered, stretching Dad's shadow very long.

Domineering!

Zeng Anmin secretly gave his father a thumbs up.

This is my dad!
My great daddy!
Moving.

"You just said that when Bai Ziqing was chasing the Eastern Sect spy, the spy traveled southward unhindered, right?"

Dad's voice came faintly.

"Yes." Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.

"That's enough." Dad raised his head slowly, with a cold look in his eyes:

"As a father, I want to help Lou Yingqi eliminate dissidents and take the position of Shangshu in one fell swoop."

what?
Zeng Anmin looked up blankly.

But I only saw my father's thin back, skinny but as hard as rock.

"What do you mean?"

Zeng Anmin felt like his brain was short-circuited and he stared at his father blankly.

"hehe."

There was a creepy smile on the old man's face. He slowly turned around and looked at Zeng Anmin's face:

"You can still contact Bai Ziqing now, right?"

"Yeah." Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully.

"Tell him, let him..."

……

East Palace.

Ren Xueliang stood outside the East Palace gate, full of apologies:

"It was an accident that your Highness's identity was exposed in the Imperial College. It was not intentional. I hope your Highness will forgive me..."

His voice is loud.

There was regret in his voice.

Seeing no one answered, he knelt on the ground.

The young eunuch guarding the door just stared at him expressionlessly.

……

Royal study room.

Emperor Jianhong was studying the chess game in front of him.

There was no one in front of him.

He reached out, picked up the white piece and put it down, then walked to the opposite side and thought carefully about how to place the black piece.

Play against yourself.

It seems weird to others.

But he was immersed in it and enjoyed it.

"His Majesty."

A young eunuch came slowly from outside the door and stood there respectfully.

Emperor Jianhong did not look up, still thinking about the chess game in front of him.

The young eunuch knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the ground:

"Ren Weizhi's son, Ren Xueliang, has been kneeling outside the East Palace for three hours. Seeing that the prince still did not come out, he left."

After the little eunuch's voice fell.

The only sound in the imperial study was the sound of Emperor Jianhong making moves.

Time passed little by little.

The young eunuch's legs were numb from kneeling.

Beads of sweat slowly slid from his forehead to the ground.

But he didn't even dare to move.

"clatter."

Emperor Jianhong left his last son.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes filled with deep meaning.

"Go down."

"Yes."

The young eunuch stood up respectfully and slowly walked away as if he had been pardoned.

Emperor Jianhong didn't say anything. He sat in the chair and closed his eyes.

He murmured slowly:

"Prince, Zeng Anmin... Shangshudi..."

"Father~"

When he returned home, Ren Xueliang's face was pale.

He came before Ren Weizhi with the help of his servants.

At this moment, Ren Weizhi calmly held the teacup in his hand, glanced at Ren Xueliang, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"how?"

"I have said everything you told me."

Ren Xueliang took a deep breath, broke free from the servant's support, bowed to Ren Weizhi, and slowly said:

"The prince really doesn't want to see me."

At this point, he couldn't help but show worry on his face:

"We have offended the prince so much... I'm afraid."

"Hehe." Ren Weizhi's smile did not change at all, and he gently put the teacup in his hand into his mouth.

After taking a sip, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"The fight for succession is like trying to pull chestnuts out of the fire."

Although his voice was old, it was extremely powerful in this study.

As he spoke, the room fell into silence.

"Besides, if we want to get rid of Zeng Shilin, the noise from Liangjiang County alone is not enough."

"Your Majesty still needs to have a grudge against it."

"The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace and his son Zeng Anmin are too close, which can be a good introduction."

After Ren Weizhi finished speaking, he slowly looked at Ren Xueliang, with a hint of coldness in his voice:
"Watch carefully, learn well, and you will avoid taking detours in the officialdom in the future!"

"Yes."

Ren Xueliang's face was extremely respectful.

…………

The next day.

Zeng Anmin took a leave from the Imperial College.

He did not listen to his father and ignored the matter.

Instead, he went to Fa'an Temple.

He wanted to find out what was in the so-called Yellow Bird Temple.

What is the identity of the cripple who came to assassinate him?

In the fight with the assassin.

He got a very important message.

The assassin was injured, so he could only exert the strength of the fifth level.

In other words, the assassin should have been a fourth-rank official in the past.

As for the fourth-grade warriors, let alone in the capital, even if you look at the entire Great Saint Dynasty and the two countries of Nanjiang.

It is also extremely rare, a top master who can be regarded as a master!

Don’t you see, the Imperial City Administration only has four major officials of the fourth rank?

The ten great censors... well, now there are only nine great censors left.

The nine great inspectors were just like Chi Bufan, at the fifth level of the Breath-Restraining Realm.

Although Bai Ziqing claims to be the best swordsman in the capital.

But his strength is actually that of the fourth rank.

Otherwise, Emperor Jianhong would not have chosen to bring him with him when he went to the south of the Yangtze River.

And, such a master.

It will definitely leave a mark in history.

Continue investigating along this clue.

We can definitely find clues.

Zeng Anmin has different ideas from his father.

After talking with his father yesterday, he knew that his father probably wanted to kill Ren Weizhi completely.

And use this incident to deter evildoers.

But Zeng Anmin doesn't think so.

He is not very narrow-minded.

He was assassinated, and he would not be able to sleep or eat well unless he found out and killed the person behind the assassination.

…………

"donor?"

There was a gleam of doubt in the eyes of the young monk Yingchen.

He was doing morning lessons at this time, and was obviously a little surprised when he saw Zeng Anmin.

"Amitabha." Zeng Anmin put his hands together and bowed to Yingchen:
"Master Yingchen, I am honored."

Yingchen felt a little flattered when she saw Zeng Anmin being so polite.

He quickly returned the greeting.

Then, the slippery little bald head looked behind Zeng Anmin with curiosity and anticipation:

"Didn't the Tiger Patron come?"

When his eyes noticed that there was no one behind Ben Anmin, they dimmed a little.

"I came here specially to look for you today."

Zeng Anmin couldn't help looking at the bald head of the little monk Yingchen under his armpit.

He gently reached out and touched the little bald head.

Call ~
comfortable.

Lubricate, smooth...

Zeng Anmin even felt that the feel was no worse than some little girls' B-class flashlights.

"Uh?"

The young monk Yingchen felt his bald head being touched, but he did not show any surprise.

I just looked up at Zeng Anmin curiously:

"You are just like Donor Tiger, both of you like to touch my head."

"hey-hey."

Zeng Anmin showed an extremely innocent smile:

"Can we find a place to chat?"

"Wait a moment, I will ask Master to take my leave."

The young monk Yingchen stood up, first gave Zeng Anmin an apologetic smile, and then walked towards the old monk in the center of the main hall.

Zeng Anmin waited here patiently.

The young monk Yingchen came to the old monk.

Talking respectfully to the old monk.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and looked towards Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin happened to meet those eyes.

This glance is like the intersection of ten thousand years, and the world has changed dramatically.

Zeng Anmin saw the changes of countless years in those eyes.

leave!
Why does this old monk...feel like Master Xu? ?
Zeng Anmin's heart was pounding.

Even though it was just a glance.

Zeng Anmin could clearly feel that the old monk was unfathomable.

"hey-hey."

He grinned and showed his white teeth to the old monk.

A harmless smile.

A smile appeared in the old monk's eyes.

Then he nodded to the young monk Yingchen.

The young monk Yingchen's eyes were visibly filled with joy.

He came back with a brisk pace.

If Yingchen had not been in the main hall, he would probably have jumped up.

"Master has agreed, donor, please ..."

Yingchen's smile was extremely clear, and there was a smile in his eyes.

"please."

……

After the two of them left the main hall, they strolled leisurely around the temple.

"I wonder what the donor wants to ask me?"

After leaving the main hall, Yingchen no longer suppressed his nature.

Although his thin body is frail, he is full of innocence.

Zeng Anmin was not in a hurry. He just smiled gently, looked at Yingchen and asked:

"How long have you been a monk?"

Yingchen blinked when he heard this, then scratched his head shyly and said:

"I have been in this temple since I can remember."

"Oh?"

Zeng Anmin touched his chin, looked at Yingchen and said, "So, you are a boy who became a monk..."

Yingchen was a little confused about Zeng Anmin's words, and his clear face showed doubt:

"What is a boy?"

"It's okay. Is the master in the hall just now your master?"

Zeng Anmin looked at Yingchen curiously and asked, "But is he the abbot of Fa'an Temple?"

Yingchen smiled and shook his head, saying, "My master is just a monk who sweeps the floor. How can he be in opposition to the abbot?"

???

Zeng Anmin was a little dazed.

After a long moment, he nodded thoughtfully.

So, it's at the level of the Sweeping Monk? ?
"I do have something to ask you today."

Zeng Anmin smiled and took out a piece of candy from his arms and handed it to Yingchen:
"Try it? This is good stuff!"

His voice was full of temptation.

Yingchen just chuckled and didn't take it. He bowed to Zeng Anmin and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, sir. Please feel free to ask me anything you want. I cannot accept any gift."

(End of this chapter)