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

Chapter 75 Fire Gun
There were some things that the father and son were reluctant to say when Qin Wanyue was around.

So after seeing Qin Wanyue off, Zeng Anmin followed his father into the study.

Governor's Mansion, Dad's study.

"Pap~"

Zeng Shilin took the small object handed over by Zeng Anmin, and placed it on the table with a "pop" with an expressionless face.

"father……"

Zeng Anmin looked up and called out weakly.

What the old man placed on the table was the "musket" that he gave himself that day at home.

"This thing from the Xuanzhen Division, within a hundred steps, a warrior below the sixth-grade Dongxujing level cannot withstand a single round of its ammunition."

The old man's voice that day traveled through time and sounded faintly in Zeng Anmin's ears.

"Humph!"

Zeng Shilin snorted coldly, raised his head and looked at his eldest son calmly, his voice was neither salty nor bland:

"If you had this thing that day, why didn't you use it?"

Zeng Anmin immediately shook his head and replied seriously:

"In fact, I also thought about this thing that day, but the traitor has many henchmen. Even if Xu Tong is killed, how many rounds of ammunition will this musket have when his soldiers come forward?"

"Although there are formations to replenish, it will take time. They are rushing forward..."

"The child's identity is still unavoidable."

After saying this, Zeng Anmin pursed his lips and looked at his father.

"That shouldn't be exposed here!"

Dad slammed his hand on the table heavily, making a "bang" sound!
He narrowed his eyes, looked directly at Zeng Anmin, and said in a very serious voice:
"I must remember this in the future."

"Your trump card must not be revealed to anyone unless you are sure to die."

"Even if that person is your father!"

Zeng Anmin could naturally tell that his father's words did not seem false.

He opened his mouth to ask why.

The father's deep voice has already sounded:
"Confucianism has the "Inquiry into the Heart", Jiangguo Dongfang Sect has the "Entering Dreams", Xuanzhen Division has the "Questioning the Heavenly Array", and Taoism has the "Divination to Seek the Way"..."

"There are so many things in this world that can see through people's hearts."

"You are not afraid to ask your conscience, what about others?"

After saying this, Dad looked at Zeng Anmin meaningfully.

"My child will keep it in mind."

Zeng An subconsciously felt a little guilty. He turned his head away and nodded seriously.

Dad, that’s all I can tell you.

I will definitely not reveal a single word about the golden finger and time travel.

"Ah."

Having said this, Dad's expression relaxed.

Soon, a warm smile appeared on his face.

"You do have some poetic talent in your belly."

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 naturally got used to it.

"It's true that Miss Wanyue has great musical skills. I was inspired by this..."

This is a reasonable explanation.

In addition, he went out of the house that day and fought 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 of that day.

The lingering sound of my eldest son's poetry recitation lingers in my heart.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head with a complicated look:
"This poem is indeed good. It is even better than what my father wrote back then."

"What did you do back then?"

Zeng Anmin was extremely curious.

You should know that this "Liangzhou Ci" is a culmination of the works of Wang Han in the Tang Dynasty.

It is also a song that has been passed down for thousands of years.

This is enough to show the profound artistic conception of this poem.

And Dad could actually produce something that was only slightly inferior to this poem?

That will definitely be passed down through the ages!
"May I let my child read a few of these?"

Zeng Anmin looked at his father expectantly.

Zeng Shilin's eyelids twitched slightly.

He turned his head away and changed the subject directly:

"Has this poem been given a title?"

"No." Zeng Anmin answered honestly.

"Since it was written in Liangjiang County, why not call it Liangjiang Fu?"

…………

Water Supervisor Academy.

The case of Prince Jiang's rebellion became a hot topic among all students.

As for students, apart from studying, they just spend the rest of their time gossiping about other people.

Qin Wanyue followed behind Qin Shoucheng and walked slowly in the academy.

Whenever her figure passed by a place, there would be a brief moment of silence there.

All the students at Shuidu Academy dream of marrying Qin Wanyue.

The father and daughter were discussing Confucianism and Taoism at this time.

Basically, Qin Wanyue was asking the questions and Qin Shoucheng was answering them.

As the two passed by a place, they suddenly heard a loud shout.

"This is too much! Princess Wencheng is really unworthy of her title!"

"It's just a poem that comes to mind, but you dare to claim that it is the best poem in Jiangnan?"

"Shh, keep your voice down... The dean is over there..."

Someone nearby reminded me immediately.

It's just too late.

Qin Shoucheng frowned and walked towards this side:

"Why are you gathering here if you don't study hard?"

His face looked a little gloomy.

Qin Wanyue just raised her head slightly, and looked over curiously with her watery eyes.

"Meet the dean."

The students all bowed. "What were you so impatient about just now?"

The dean's face didn't look very good.

Obviously, he was a little angry because his train of thought was interrupted while he was explaining the problem to his daughter.

This……

One student gritted his teeth, bowed slightly to Qin Shoucheng and said:

"President Qin, you may not know that a few days ago, news came from Jiang State that Princess Wencheng had written a poem."

"Some people claim that this one song alone can overwhelm all the students in Jiangnan."

"We are here to express our discontent!"

After saying this, he lowered his head and waited for criticism.

Qin Shoucheng raised his brows slightly and sneered.

Confucianism and Taoism were rampant in the Great Sage Dynasty, and their literature had suppressed the Jiang Kingdom for hundreds of years. No one had ever heard that the people of the Holy Jiang Kingdom could surpass the Great Sage Dynasty in literature.

"How could He Shi be so courageous?"

The sneer on Dean Qin's face became more and more obvious.

However, after the student recited the whole poem.

Dean Qin was silent.

"When the sea ends, the sky becomes the shore; when the mountain reaches its peak, I am the peak."

"Like the sun rising from the east mountain, the roc spreads its wings and regrets that the sky is so low"

……

These four short sentences made Dean Qin's scalp tingle.

He thought to himself that without the right opportunity, it would be difficult to create a poem with such a natural artistic conception.

"This poem is somewhat..."

Dean Qin talked for a long time, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at the student expressionlessly:

"You said that this poem was written by Princess Wencheng?"

"Don't dare to deceive the dean."

The students have a very humble attitude.

"It's not in line with my status, and it's just whining without any reason."

Dean Qin waved his hand perfunctorily, feeling something was wrong and wanted to leave.

But it was too late, the students had already spoken.

"We have racked our brains but can't think of a sentence that can surpass this poem..."

"Yes, Dean. How can our Great Saint Dynasty, whose culture and virtue are flourishing, be suppressed by a woman?!"

"I dare you to say something. Otherwise, I, a student from Jiangnan, will lose face!"

"..."

Many students looked ashamed.

But he placed his hope on Qin Shoucheng.

If we can’t do it, can’t the dean do it? ?

Feeling the students' expectant gazes.

Qin Shoucheng's face froze.

How does it feel to be roasted over a fire by the academy's disciples?
He is indeed not good at poetry.

But before he could say anything, he heard Qin Wanyue's gentle and long voice behind him:

"I happened to be sewing yesterday and got a seven-character poem, which may be comparable."

"Miss Qin?"

All the students' eyes lit up and they looked towards Qin Wanyue.

There is no student at Shuidu Academy who doesn’t know Qin Wanyue.

He has already understood the way of the mind at such a young age, so it is only a matter of time before he enters the realm of a sixth-rank gentleman.

"May I ask Miss Qin, are you sure about your seven-character poem?"

All the students looked at Qin Wanyue hesitantly.

Qin Wanyue chuckled, her autumn-water eyes rippled, and she vaguely recalled Zeng Anmin's brilliant writing yesterday. She slowly spoke:
"100% sure."

Qin Wanyue has a very beautiful appearance and is full of poetic and scholarly spirit.

Her confident smile made all the students dazzled.

"Whoo~"

Someone swallowed and stood out from the crowd.

The student came to Qin Wanyue and bowed to her:
"Please Miss Qin, please say something to broaden our horizons!"

……

Dean Qin's face flashed with suspicion at this moment.

How could he not know about his daughter's poetry skills?
Compared to him, it is more graceful, but overall, it is not much different...

Before he opened his mouth, he heard Qin Wanyue's voice:

"Fine wine in a luminous cup,"

"If you want to drink Pipa, please hurry up."

After just two sentences, Dean Qin was already in a trance.

All thoughts in my mind are at peace, and I can only appreciate it calmly.

The students were also stunned.

"Don't laugh at me for being drunk on the battlefield."

"How many people have fought in ancient times!"

Qin Wanyue slowly closed her cherry lips and looked at the audience with a smile on her face.

The poem ends.

Silence fell.

After a long time.

Finally, someone said incoherently: "Miss Qin's poem is really profound, I really admire it!!"

It was not until this time that the rest of the people reacted.

The voices of praise came like a tide.

However, Qin Wanyue shook her head calmly and said:

“This poem was not written by me.”

Ok? ? ?
The whole audience was stunned.

Qin Shoucheng looked down at his daughter, with an expression that was as expected 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's expression of amazement, yearning, and even admiration...

The expression on his face was slightly distorted...

(End of this chapter)