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

Chapter 74: The Pipa Music Urges You to Drink

Looking at Qin Wanyue's extremely expectant eyes, Zeng Anmin also felt a little drunken.

He slowly poured himself a glass of wine and slowly stood up.

"I have always wanted to complete that half of the poem, but I have not yet figured it out."

After these words were spoken, Qin Wanyue's eyes darkened with disappointment as she expressed her hope was dashed.

She forced a smile and said, "You can't force yourself to write an article. I hope I can complete it someday."

After saying this, he lowered his head and remained silent.

Zeng Anmin chuckled when he saw this.

He drank the wine in the glass gently, then raised his head, revealing his knife-like chin:

"But now... I already feel it."

"Oh?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Wanyue looked up suddenly, her eyes full of surprise.

"I just wonder if Miss Qin would be willing to play some music on the pipa to help me get some inspiration?"

Zeng Anmin smiled and looked at Qin Wanyue calmly.

I have never heard any music since I traveled through time.

Qin Wanyue blushed slightly...

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Zeng Shilin is very busy.

In recent days, the officialdom of Fengqi Road has been in turmoil with the fall of Prince Jiang and the arrest of Prince Jiang's followers.

Many official positions in Liangjiang County are now vacant.

Almost all the big and small things were piled up on his desk.

I'm so busy all day that I'm dizzy.

Finally, he put aside the last piece of paperwork in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Qi Wei."

It was not until this moment that he realized that the sky was getting dark.

"master."

Qi Bo was wrapped in bandages all over his body, with only one eye exposed. He limped into the room and greeted respectfully.

"Prepare the car and go back home."

Zeng Shilin exhaled, his expression unchanged, and slowly stood up, walking forward with steady square steps.

"Yes."

The Governor's carriage was of course extremely magnificent.

Six fast horses were waiting by the roadside.

The patterns on the car are visible, and it moves very steadily. It is obvious that a formation was carved on it by a master from the Xuanzhen Division.

As the Governor got into the car, he sat down firmly.

A voice rang out: "The Governor is walking on the street, everyone stay away!!"

……

Soon, the carriage stopped steadily in front of the Governor's Mansion.

After getting off the carriage, the old man wanted to go back to the study, but he heard the sound of a pipa coming from the direction of the main hall.

The lingering sound was accompanied by the sound of golden swords and iron horses.

But although his heroic spirit was evident, there was a hint of softness underneath.

As a Confucian scholar, my father has an appreciation for music.

"woman?"

Zeng Shilin looked towards the main hall meaningfully, then asked the servant not far away:

"Who came to the mansion today?"

"Master, Dean Qin's only daughter is here to visit you."

"Oh."

Dad nodded slightly, a rare smile appearing on his face.

It was a smile that even Qi Bo had never seen before.

"Let's go back to the study."

Dad smiled and shook his head, deciding not to bother with the matter and continued walking forward.

Just the next moment.

He paused.

He heard an elegant yet sharp voice accompanying the plaintive sound of the pipa.

The voice was familiar, it was his own son.

"Glow-in-the-dark cup of grape wine."

The main hall was not far from where Zeng Shilin was standing at this moment.

By the time the voice got here, it was already somewhat exhausted.

But Dad happened to hear it clearly. He showed a look of astonishment on his face.

This sentence does not reveal much meaning at first, but Zeng Shilin can immediately taste the meaning of it.

In my mind, a grand banquet filled with colorful, dazzling, and fragrant wine appeared...

In just one sentence, the scene is vividly described.

Dad turned around, raised his head and looked towards the main hall in front, then slowly walked to a tree and stood still.

"Master?" Qi Bo asked doubtfully, his voice was very soft.

Dad didn't answer him, but just continued to listen.

Qi Bo had followed Zeng Shilin for many years, so he naturally knew that he should shut up at this time. He tried his best to suppress all the fluctuations in his body and try not to disturb the master.

"If you want to drink Pipa, hurry up!!"

Zeng Anmin's speech speed suddenly changed and he turned to the next topic.

He ended with the last word of urging.

Dad's body trembled slightly.

The band started playing the pipa and the banquet began. The rapid and cheerful melody seemed to urge the soldiers to raise their glasses and drink, making the already warm atmosphere suddenly boil over.

The word "urge" in this sentence instantly elevates the artistic conception of the first half of the verse to the top!

The urgency of the enemy approaching and the soldiers having to go to the battlefield to meet the enemy makes people feel a little suffocated.

Zeng Shilin raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with an impatient fire.

He really wanted to... know the next half!!

Then, the sound of the pipa in the courtyard suddenly rose, making people's hearts beat violently.

Finally, after the sound of the pipa reached its climax, a hoarse, relieved, and relieved voice rang out:
"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield."

"How many people have ever returned from the battles of ancient times?!"

"Ding ~"

The sound of the pipa suddenly stopped.

There was no other sound in the yard except the sound of the wind.

"Hi~"

Dad took a deep breath and suppressed the sudden sense of loss in his heart due to the end of the poem.

He raised his head suddenly and looked straight into the courtyard of the main hall.

"This poem..."

The word "sadness" is not mentioned at all in the entire text.

But a feeling of sadness subconsciously rose in his heart.

“A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!!”

Dad could no longer control his steps and walked quickly towards the main hall and courtyard.

But he had just arrived at the place.

Then she saw Qin Wanyue slowly put down the pipa in her hand, and the maid beside her handed her a handkerchief, and she slowly wiped the crystal clearness at the corner of her eyes.

Listen to her crying voice:
"So, brother Quan Fu, when you came out of the house that day and walked towards the traitor, you had already made up your mind to die?"

It can be heard that she was not only infected by the poem.

He also subconsciously recalled the day when Zeng Anmin, as a Confucianist, tried to defend himself against the traitor warrior...

Then came Zeng Anmin's voice:

“Everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather.”

"That day, my father, Aunt Lin, Hu Zi...my family members were all behind me, so how could I not stand up?"

Hearing this, Zeng Shilin subconsciously felt a surge of anger in his heart that he couldn't suppress.

He shouted at Zeng Anmin in the main hall:
"idiot!!"

?

Zeng Anmin and Qin Wanyue were both shocked and looked up at the same time.

Then I saw my father's gloomy face.

"Dad? When did you come back?"

Zeng Anmin felt like he was caught in a premature love relationship by his parents.

He felt a little timid in his heart, and faced his father's expressionless face, and said:
"Miss Qin came here today to ask you some questions..."

But Dad ignored this answer.

He just stared at Zeng Anmin with a death gaze, and said word by word:

"Will you need to stand up that day?"

"You didn't take the things your father gave you with you?!"

This was the first time Zeng Shilin saw his son since he took time out from his busy schedule and left the yamen after the Jiang Prince rebellion.

Uh……

Zeng Anmin stopped suddenly, as if he had thought of something.

(End of this chapter)