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

Chapter 53 Dad is really good at pretending!
Dad's laughter echoed in the main hall, then rushed out of the window, scaring away two chirping magpies.

Zeng Anmin slowly clenched his fists and pursed his lips as if he wanted to smile.

He had a feeling that his dad might start to act cocky.

“Hahahaha!!” Dad laughed for a long time.

Qin Shoucheng looked at Zeng Shilin who was still laughing, and frowned for a while.

Then his expression turned into relief.

He leisurely picked up the tea leaves that the servant had just brewed from the table, took a sip, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face:

"The clouds and mists of Mount Lu in Liangjiang County are full of fragrance and tea, and it is worthy of the outstanding people and beautiful scenery."

He thought his father was excited about his daughter's talent.

Therefore, what he said was meaningful.

Use tea to describe people.

Don't just laugh, it's time to praise the girl and let me laugh too.

After drinking the tea, Qin Shoucheng looked at Zeng Shilin expectantly, waiting patiently for him to finish laughing.

Gradually, Zeng Shilin breathed a sigh of relief, but the smile on his face remained unstoppable.

His smile squeezed out a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes:

"Yes, even though she is a girl, she is no less beautiful than most men."

Then there was silence.

After a while, a blue vein popped up on the back of Qin Shoucheng's neck.

That's it? ? ?

Gone? ?
Are you giving me a perfunctory treatment?!
After saying that, the old man regained his composure, lifted the lid of the tea, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip:
"It's just that the mist on Mount Lu has not yet been steeped for long enough, so the fragrance of tea is everywhere..."

Having said this, he paused, frowned and whispered:
"But it lacks some authenticity, so it's just average."

The same meaning.

Having said that, Dad put the teacup back.

With a "click", the teapot was gently covered.

Then he looked at Qin Shoucheng with a smile:
"Soak a little longer."

This……

Zeng Anmin's horizons were truly broadened.

The two old foxes were so eloquent in their words. He could vaguely sense the meaning of their words, but if you really let him join in...

You still have to settle down.

"Ok?"

Qin Shoucheng frowned when he heard Zeng Shilin's words.

What does this old thief mean?
Look down on people?!
However, before he opened his mouth, he heard Qin Wanyue's eyes flickering, slowly raised her head to look at her father, bowed lightly, and said softly:
"Uncle Zeng has done a lot of research on the tea ceremony, and the younger generation naturally admires him. Although this Lushan Cloud Mist doesn't have the sweet aftertaste of a brewed tea, its flavor at this point should be incomparable to other teas."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and spoke in an even lower voice:
"Uncle, you can learn from the past and know the future, so why should you care about the quality of the tea?"

Zeng Anmin subconsciously looked towards Qin Wanyue, who was lowering her head and looking submissive.

This girl is indeed from a scholarly family, she speaks so gracefully and appropriately.

"Let's put the tea aside for now."

Qin Shoucheng spoke at this time. He looked at his father and took a deep breath:

"I wonder if the appointments we've made can still be honored?"

Every appointment?

Zeng Anmin looked at his father blankly.

What appointment?

Isn't this an engagement?

He subconsciously looked up at Qin Wanyue who was looking down.

She has a beautiful face and a pretty figure.

Quiet, gentle and fragrant.

It is an indescribable quiet aura that is hidden deep in the soul and inadvertently exudes the fragrance of life.

Ahem... This feudal era is so disgusting... Oh yeah?
"Of course I remember. Isn't it just a comparison of the talents of the next generation? Back then, I was young and ignorant, and you tricked me into saying that the loser would bray like a donkey."

Zeng Shilin had a blank expression on his face.

Ah? ?

Zeng Anmin was stunned at first.
Then he slowly looked at Qin Shoucheng.

There was a hint of intriguing pity in those almond-shaped eyes.

Fortunately, he didn't notice this look.

Qin Shoucheng smiled easily, and then showed a proud look again: "It's rare that you still remember..."

"what!"

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qin Wanyue.

Qin Wanyue opened her mouth, her pretty face full of surprise:

"Wanyue doesn't know about this matter, Uncle Zeng, please don't take it seriously!"

She turned her head sharply and looked at Qin Shoucheng's face and said anxiously:

"Dad, how can you do this? Now you two are the leaders of Confucianism and Taoism in our Great Saint Dynasty, how can you bring up such a crude thing again?!" "Haha."

Zeng Shilin smiled gently.

He waved his hand to stop Qin Wanyue's anxiety, and his voice was filled with a trace of vicissitudes of life:

"It's okay. Your father and I are like brothers. What happened back then..."

"Thinking about it now, although it was a bit frivolous, it was a tea fragrance worth savoring."

Speaking of this, a look of sadness appeared on Zeng Shilin's face.

"At my age now, I can't be as flamboyant as I was back then."

Qin Shoucheng also smiled inexplicably.

"Ah~"

Dad sighed softly.

He looked at everyone, his eyes revealing a sense of vicissitudes and aftertaste.

However, the voice is full of memories of the past and the present.

Slowly drifting to everyone's ears:

"I want to buy some osmanthus flowers and carry them with me to drink wine... It's not like the travels of youth."

The main hall was silent for a moment.

"Good sentence!!"

Qin Shoucheng admired deeply and subconsciously.

The more cultured a person is, the more he can resonate with such beautiful sentences.

His face looked as weathered as Zeng Shilin's.

Indeed, he could criticize Zeng Shilin's character and his style of work.

But in his nearly sixty years of life, he never once slandered Zeng Shilin's talent.

Qin Wanyue, who was standing aside, looked extremely amazed. She slightly opened her red lips, with the only word on her face being admiration.

She spoke in a very light voice, savoring these words, and said sincerely:
"Uncle Zeng is a man of profound knowledge and erudition. His casual words can touch people's hearts."

"One day he will realize the way of a sage, and our dynasty will have another Confucian sage in the near future!"

"hehe."

The old man looked calm, and he shook his head and said, "I didn't say that."

After saying this, he pointed at Zeng Anmin in the corner and said in a calm voice:

"It was when my son broke through to the sixth level that he realized the truth, and he was inspired to write this."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions on the faces of Qin Shoucheng and Qin Wanyue, father and daughter, froze at the same time.

Such a gentle sentence conveys extremely explosive information.

Breakthrough to the sixth level? ? !

"Shh!"

They both looked up, their eyes falling on Zeng Anmin's slightly innocent face.

The whole house was extremely silent.

There was only the sound of light breathing coming and going.

"Cough cough."

Zeng Anmin, who had been silent for a long time, coughed.

He knew it was his turn to appear.

Mainly because of his father's silent gaze, which made him feel uneasy.

Zeng Anmin stretched out his finger shyly:

"It was just a fluke."

Finished.

A ball of light blue aura suddenly lit up between the fingers!
Blurry as smoke!
It was not as majestic and heavy as the formation Zeng Shilin used to restrain Qi Xianlin that day, but it was still condensed and powerful.

That is the sign of breaking through to the sixth level and the condensation of great righteous energy!

Qin Shoucheng's hope was completely shattered, and his face froze.

Qin Wanyue looked confused, her fair little hands clenched tightly together.

Then the little hand suddenly relaxed.

She looked at Zeng Anmin with a strange look in her eyes:
"Brother Quan Fu..."

But for some reason, my throat was so dry that I couldn't speak.

"Click~" an extremely harsh sound.

Attract everyone's attention.

It turned out that my father was leisurely opening the tea lid on the table.

He picked up the teacup and blew away the hot steam.

After taking a sip, he showed a look of enjoyment on his face and said in a long voice:
“Only then can we say that the aroma of tea fills our noses!”

No one spoke, and the whole room was filled with silence.

(End of this chapter)