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

Chapter 87 My Deskmate Qin Wanyue [4k Large Chapter]

A carriage was heading out of the palace.

The carriage was pulled by four horses and was extremely luxurious.

Zeng Anmin sat in the carriage with a smile on his face:

"Fortunately, if you hadn't reminded me just now, I would have really thanked you and accepted your order."

"Ah."

Dad nodded calmly, his voice full of depth:

"We'll talk about it when we get home."

"Okay!"

……

East Palace.

The prince sat on a chair, looking at the deserted courtyard, with a look of wanting to cry but unable to.

The fourth prince Wang Yuanhao shrugged, and the laziness in his body returned:
"Well, this trip is in vain."

Then he sighed leisurely:

"Brother, don't be discouraged. Maybe Zeng Anmin will want to come to the East Palace someday."

Having said that, he swaggered outside.

Until his figure disappeared.

The prince's chubby face then twisted.

He slammed his fist on the table in front of him.

"Oh!"

It made an extremely heavy sound.

"Wang Qianzhi..."

The prince's voice was full of gritted teeth.

It was obvious that Zeng Anmin was unwilling to be a tutor in the Eastern Palace today, and the fat prince blamed Wang Qianzhi for everything.

As for whether Wang Qianzhi did it on purpose or by accident.

unimportant.

……

Prince Qi's Mansion.

In the main hall.

"Snapped!!"

Wang Qianzhi was slapped in the face.

The bleeding from the head, which had just stopped, began to bleed again.

King Qi had a cold expression on his face and slowly withdrew his hand. His over ten feet tall body stood there like a giant beast, looking coldly at Wang Qianzhi in front of him.

"Father..."

Wang Qianzhi was a little dazed by the slap, and his feminine eyes were a little dull.

"Was today's formation initiation intentional?"

King Qi spoke in a cold voice, and looked at Wang Qianzhi with his extremely oppressive eyes.

"I..." Wang Qian subconsciously wanted to shake his head.

But looking at his father's cold eyes, he pursed his lips and stood there without saying a word.

Then he raised his head, his eyes stubborn:

"I can't just let my uncle's death go like this!"

As soon as these words came out.

King Qi's hand, which was about to be raised, stopped. After remaining in the air for a while, he slowly lowered it.

"Some things can just be done for your father, you don't need to worry about them."

After saying this, his eyes turned gloomy and he looked at Wang Qianzhi:
"Do you know that because of your self-defeating behavior, Zeng Anmin's performance today has been remembered by His Majesty?"

Wang Qianzhi pursed his lips, his face showing dejection, and said in a low voice:
"Impossible... He was clearly poisoned by the child's black agarwood..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall fell silent.

King Qi's expression changed slightly, and then he looked like a ferocious beast, his eyes wide open, his voice like a demon, and he looked at Wang Qianzhi word by word:
"You touched your father's things?!"

The momentum like a wave pressed towards Wang Qianzhi.

Wang Qianzhi was shocked by this sudden momentum. He raised his head with difficulty and said in a broken voice:

"Father, don't you... find it strange..."

King Qi narrowed his eyes, and the aura he exuded weakened a little.

Wang Qianzhi took this opportunity to speak quickly:

"Even though the black agarwood was lit, Zeng Anmin seemed to be unaffected in the formation..."

"Um……"

"This matter is rotten in my heart, understand?"

"Yes."

…………

Shangshu No.

As the carriage stopped steadily, Zeng Anmin and his father appeared in front of the door.

"The master is back!!"

When the doorman, Lao Zhang, saw this, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he quickly shouted to the servants behind the door.

The door opened and the father and son walked in.

The mansion was huge, but the two men had something on their minds, so they walked very quickly.

Soon, they arrived at Zeng Shilin's study in the courtyard.

"Squeak~"

As the study door closed.

The father and son sat opposite each other.

Zeng Anmin's eyes fell on his father.

"Dad, just now in the East Palace, the tallest and stupid one should be Prince Qi, right?"

It was not until this time that he asked the doubts in his heart.

The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at his eldest son: "Did you find out?"

"Of course." Zeng Anmin heard his father's affirmation and said with a twitch of his lips:

"I just entered the capital, and I can't think of anyone else who could be so hostile to my father and me, except for the Prince of Qi and his son."

"Heh." Dad nodded lightly.

"So, the guy called Wang Qianzhi today also wanted to activate the illusion array on purpose."

Zeng Anmin seemed to be thinking about something, and looked gently at his father.

"It's just that he couldn't imagine that you could be immune to the suppression of the illusion array."

The old man looked at Zeng Anmin with deep eyes, which were full of meaning.

"Haha." Zeng Anmin laughed dryly and scratched his head:

"The true meaning of the Dragon Map has this use, which is beyond my expectation."

"Hehe." Hearing Zeng Anmin's words, the old man just chuckled and nodded without comment.

Afterwards, Zeng Shilin looked solemn:

"In fact, not letting you take the position of tutor to the Crown Prince has little to do with Prince Qi and his son. Your father has his own reasons."

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin was slightly stunned, then looked at his father seriously and said:
"Then you mean..."

Dad slowly raised his head, looked towards the window, and slowly uttered two words:

"The imperial examination."

As soon as these words came out, Zeng Anmin's mouth twitched.

No, Dad, the reason why your son was able to enter the realm of a sixth-rank gentleman by chance was only because of plug-ins, golden fingers, and some memories of his previous life.

It was also because of the memories of my previous life that I was able to "compose" the two poems.

You don't think I really rely on my own talents, do you?
"Since you are not affected by the illusion array, I think the same is true for the imperial examination."

The old man looked at Zeng Anmin, and his voice was full of meaning:
"Since four hundred years ago, the imperial examinations of our Great Saint Dynasty no longer focus on essay questions, but instead use the illusion array of the Mysterious Array Department to allow students to perform in the array."

Ok?
Zeng Anmin was slightly stunned.

Then he blinked.

He really has never understood the imperial examination in this world.

From the time he traveled through time until now, he has either been solving cases or killing people on the road.

In total, I stayed in the Water Governor's Academy for five days.

Therefore, the path of imperial examination was not even within his consideration.

"Illusionary Array Imperial Examination?"

Zeng Anmin muttered to himself.

No, the key point is that this is indeed very reasonable!

In the world of immortals and heroes, who still uses that outdated examination paper format for the imperial examination?

"Yeah." Dad nodded, slowly changed his sitting position, and said with dignity on his face:
"What you learn from books is always shallow."

"As early as four hundred years ago, a great scholar and the Xuanzhen Division jointly hosted the first Xuanzhen Imperial Examination."

"Students enter the battlefield and are tested on topics such as flood control, handling cases, governing the people, and marching."

"The imperial examinations throughout history have been based on test papers. Students have no personal experience, so even if they can write about it, it is difficult to put it into practice."

"But it's different when you enter the illusion array."

"The illusion array can draw up various test questions for students to experience firsthand."

After saying this, the old man looked at Zeng Anmin and narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Although the Illusionary Array Imperial Examination is a practical matter, you have also seen its drawbacks..."

Zeng Anmin nodded, stood up, stretched himself, and said casually:

"It will expose the true nature of some people with bad character."

"Yes." Dad said in a quiet voice:
"So the paper-based imperial examinations have not been completely cancelled. Students will be allowed to choose before the examinations." "Most students still choose the paper-based imperial examinations, but a few students will choose the illusion array."

"Your memory is not suppressed by the illusion array, so the illusion array imperial examination is not good for you..."

Dad didn't finish his words.

But Zeng Anmin's eyes sparkled: "It's easy."

"So, taking the path of the imperial examination will take you further than being a tutor in the Eastern Palace."

Dad also nodded slowly.

"In that case..."

Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes and looked out the window:
"Then let's try it."

…………

In order to take part in the imperial examination, one must have a recommendation from the academy.

So, only two days passed.

His figure appeared in the most prestigious academy in Beijing.

Imperial College.

Located in the west of the imperial city.

The area is at least 6,000 square meters.

Zeng Anmin entered the Imperial College as the son of the Minister of War and became a "Yinjian".

Those who entered the academy to study with the qualification of juren were called jujian, those who entered the academy to study with the qualification of gongsheng were called gongjian, and the children of officials who obtained the qualification of jiansheng without taking any examinations were called yinjian.

Therefore, there is also a chain of contempt in the Imperial College.

The tribute supervisor looked down on the judicial supervisor.

The supervisor looked down on the hidden supervisor.

The Gongjian, Jujian, and Yinjian all looked down on the Lijian.

Those who obtained the qualification of being a student of the Imperial Academy by donating money as an ordinary student were called Lijian.

In this chain of contempt.

There are two types of people who can be ignored.

The first type is a Confucian and Taoist genius.

The second type is those who are extremely talented and famous.

It just so happens that Zeng Anmin has taken care of both of these situations.

Fortunately, he entered the hall when the students were resting.

He followed his teacher into a school in the Imperial Academy.

My father's words came to my ears:

"Once you enter the Imperial College, you can study with peace of mind. There are six doctors in the Imperial College, each of whom is proficient in one of the six arts. They are the best in their respective fields. Your chance to break through to the fifth level of Confucianism and Taoism lies with them."

As a student of the Imperial College, he would take out his books and sit in his seat to read even during breaks.

As a transfer student, the first thing Zeng Anmin received was the curious looks of all his classmates.

"Just pick an empty seat and sit down." The teacher who taught Zeng Anmin to school smiled and led him to the table, then walked out.

"Ok."

Zeng Anmin nodded, and then prepared to pick an empty seat.

However, when his gaze looked towards the empty seat, his expression became strange.

There are forty seats in front of me.

Only three were empty.

Sitting next to one of the empty seats was Qin Wanyue!

Qin Wanyue was wearing a white student uniform today.

The student uniform was extremely eye-catching on her body, and because of her quiet aura, it gave off an otherworldly aura of white lotus.

The white lotus here is a compliment.

Qin Wanyue smiled, and her eyes as clear as autumn water had been fixed on Zeng Anmin since he appeared.

acquaintance!

After seeing Qin Wanyue, Zeng Anmin didn't hesitate at all and walked towards Qin Wanyue with a smile.

Just watch his movements.

All the students were stunned.

This person wants to... sit next to Miss Wanyue? ?
Then all the students looked at each other strangely.

Although Miss Qin is a new student.

However, his talent and learning were profound, and he was highly regarded by many teachers.

His father was the newly promoted Doctor of the Imperial College and the Chief Supervisor of the Imperial College, Qin Shoucheng.

During these two days, there were also many confident students who wanted to sit with Miss Wanyue.

However, Miss Qin declined all the offers on the grounds that she wanted to "concentrate on studying".

Those who were dissatisfied debated with Miss Wanyue on the spot, but were all speechless and had to flee in panic.

Now here comes someone who overestimates his own abilities.

There was a murmur.

"Haha, another self-righteous one."

"Hush, keep your voice down and just watch him laugh."

"Haha, let's concentrate on our studies and not be distracted by such trivial matters."

"........."

Everyone looked at Zeng Anmin with eyes that showed they were waiting for a good show.

However, the next moment, they were all dumbfounded.

Zeng Anmin came to Miss Wanyue's seat and said with a smile:
"So I'll sit here?"

A magnetic voice echoed in the hall.

"Brother Quan Fu, please do as you please."

Miss Wanyue kept smiling, and her pointed chin nodded gently a few times like a butterfly.

She even took the initiative to move her body to make more space for Zeng Anmin.

???

All the students who saw this scene were stunned.

Blinked blankly.

After Zeng Anmin sat down, he looked at Qin Wanyue with a smile and said:

"Miss Wanyue, long time no see?"

"Yes, four days."

Qin Wanyue still had a smile on her face.

The two were chatting.

Suddenly, another figure appeared at the school gate.

"Why is there a new student here?"

"There are quite a lot of Yinjian today."

"They are all guys who rely on the power of their fathers."

"Say less."

"........."

The figure at the door first glanced around the school anxiously.

When his eyes fell on Zeng Anmin, a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

Then he walked towards this side without any hesitation:
"Brother Quan Fu, long time no see!! I miss you so much!!"

The man walked very fast, looking at Zeng Anmin as if he were meeting his old father again after a long separation...

Zeng Anmin was stunned when he saw the figure walking towards him quickly.

He looked at the familiar fat face in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times:
"Why are you here?"

The owner of the figure in front of him was none other than the current crown prince, Wang Yuanzhen! !

"I reported this to my teacher at home, and he agreed to let me come here to feel the atmosphere."

The chubby prince smiled shyly and pointed behind Zeng Anmin with his chubby finger:

"Well, I'll sit behind you!"

A smile appeared on Wang Yuanzhen's clean face, and his eyes were clear.

"You can sit if you want."

Zeng Anmin breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm too lazy to say anything more.

It can be seen that the prince still has not given up on himself.

Zeng Anmin gently touched his chin with his fingers.

"The Master is here."

I don't know who shouted.

All the students sat very straight.

He looked towards the podium with solemn eyes.

Doorway.

Qin Shoucheng walked into the hall with a book in his hand, expressionless.

"Today we will talk about Yi Zi."

As usual, he walked slowly to the stage and slowly opened the book on the table.

Then he raised his head and glanced casually towards the school.

Coincidentally, my eyes met Zeng Anmin's.

Zeng Anmin blinked twice innocently.

Qin Shoucheng's face froze.

(End of this chapter)