If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

"..."

Commander Lü opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

evildoer!

This is fucking inhuman!

He's absolutely a prodigy!

"Young Master Qin, have you learned this spear technique before?"

Commander Lü considered a possibility and immediately pressed, "Was it General Qin Zhan, the Loyal Marquis... who secretly taught it to you?"

In his view, this was the only reasonable explanation.

Marquis Qin Zhan, a loyal and valiant general, was a renowned general in his time, so it's not surprising that he had studied the "Prairie Fire Spear Technique."

As his son, it was perfectly normal for Qin Feng to receive the true teachings.

"No, this is my first time learning."

However, Qin Feng shook his head and answered frankly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Commander Lü practically roared, completely losing his composure.

He couldn't accept this fact!

He had to practice hard for a year to barely master this marksmanship, while Qin Feng mastered it with just one glance?

Compared to Qin Feng, what am I?

Waste?

"Young Master Qin, please don't play games with me... I have official business to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"

After saying that, Commander Lü didn't even dare to look at Qin Feng again. He turned around and disappeared at the end of the training ground in a few leaps.

not good!

That's overdoing the pretentious act!

Qin Feng thought to himself, "Oh no!" The combination of the [Unbreakable Golden Spear] and [Photographic Memory] talents was simply too overpowered.

This carelessness caused Commander Lü's "Dao Heart to shatter"!

……

As evening fell and night descended.

Outside the Wenchang Pavilion, traffic flows and the lights are bright.

Qin Feng arrived as promised.

A grand literary gathering is about to be held in the capital, and talented scholars from all over the country have gathered here in advance to make friends, compose poems, and create a lively atmosphere.

The Wenchang Pavilion has nine stories, with flying eaves and bracket sets, and is magnificent in appearance.

Inside the building, calligraphy and paintings by literati and poets from all dynasties are displayed.

Having one's poems displayed in the Wenchang Pavilion is an honor that every scholar dreams of.

The better the poem, the higher it is hung on the building.

However, in the eight hundred years since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, only a handful of poems have been able to be displayed on the highest ninth level.

Ding Ding Deng!

Qin Feng stepped into the pavilion and scanned the hall on the first floor.

Dozens of young scholars dressed in fine clothes gathered here, chatting and discussing in small groups.

He did not see Commander Lü, nor did he see any important figures who appeared to be members of the royal family.

Who exactly is Princess Fuyao's "elder"?

Could it be that the other party hasn't arrived yet?

Or have they already arrived and are secretly observing me from somewhere?

Qin Feng remained calm, found a corner to stand in, and listened attentively to the conversation of those talented men.

"If we're talking about the four beauties of this imperial city, who do you all think is the most captivating?"

A slick-haired young man, fanning himself with a folding fan, took the initiative to start the conversation.

"In my opinion, the Left Prime Minister's daughter, Yun Qingya, is the most deserving! Miss Yun possesses unparalleled talent and celestial beauty; she is undoubtedly the foremost woman of talent!"

"No, no! Ye Cunxin, the female general of the Ye family, is truly captivating with her valiant and heroic bearing!"

"Have you all forgotten Li Chan'er, the most beautiful courtesan of Zuixianlou? It's a pity that I heard some time ago that a mysterious 'Flower-Picking Gentleman' beat her to it and she hasn't shown her face for a long time."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! In my opinion, neither Miss Yun nor General Ye can compare to the most mysterious Princess Fuyao! It's just a pity that we mortals are destined never to see her face!"

Qin Feng found these comments somewhat amusing.

I never expected Princess Fuyao to be so famous.

Of the four beauties, only the female general Ye Cunxin remained, whom he had never met and did not know what she looked like.

Just then, the topic shifted to the current global situation.

"Have you heard? Fighting has broken out again in the North. Apparently, the fighting is fierce, and they're conscripting on a massive scale. If it weren't for our merits, we'd probably be going to the battlefield too!"

A pale-faced scholar holding a folding fan curled his lip, looking disdainful.

"Let them fight then. They're just a bunch of crude thugs who only know how to brandish knives and guns. What does it have to do with us?"

"Exactly! All they know is fighting and killing, wasting the national treasury. How foolish they are!"

"In my opinion, the best course of action is to educate the barbarians with the words of sages. Resorting to war at every turn is not the act of a gentleman, and it disgraces civilization!"

"That's right! Governing a country and bringing peace to the world relies on intelligence and the wisdom of sages, not on the courage of brutes! They are nothing but lackeys of the court, with little culture, and their deaths are not a loss!"

Every word of these words reached Qin Feng's ears.

His steps suddenly halted, and an unnamed anger surged from the depths of his heart.

A crude brute?

Imperial henchmen?

His father, the Loyal Marquis Qin Zhan, and his four elder brothers all died in battle on the northern frontier, their bodies still warm!

As a result, the so-called "talented men" behind them drank fine wine, pretended to be cultured, and then used the most sarcastic words to belittle the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country!

"snort!"

He couldn't help but snort and shake his head.

The soft hum was barely audible in the noisy hall.

But, of course, some people noticed it.

"Young man."

A gentle yet authoritative male voice sounded from behind him.

A middle-aged scholar dressed in a blue robe appeared behind him, seemingly out of nowhere.

The scholar had a refined appearance and an extraordinary demeanor; his eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He was dressed plainly, but standing there, he exuded an aura of authority that silenced the surrounding noise.

"What was the meaning behind your shaking your head just now? Could it be... that you have a different opinion on their words?" the middle-aged scholar asked.

His words instantly drew everyone's attention.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Dozens of eyes fell on Qin Feng.

Qin Feng nodded calmly, meeting everyone's gaze.

"Indeed. It's not just a difference of opinion; it's downright absurd!"

These words caused all the talented men present to change their expressions.

The middle-aged scholar's eyes lit up, revealing a look of curiosity.

"You arrogant brat! Who do you think you are to spout such nonsense here!"

"Ignorant and arrogant!"

"We are well-versed in literature and discuss national affairs; how dare you presume to offer your opinions?"

Qin Feng ignored the shouts and simply looked at them, saying each word clearly:

"Poetry and songs are nothing more than a way to whitewash the truth! Now the country is in peril, surrounded by powerful enemies from the outside and plagued by ruthless bandits from within."

"You who call yourselves talented scholars, well-versed in the classics, yet instead of thinking about how to enrich the country, strengthen its military, and save the people, you spout nonsense and criticize the soldiers fighting valiantly on the front lines!"

"Absolutely ridiculous!"

"Do you know... if it weren't for those 'crude warriors' you speak of, who forged the Great Wall with their flesh and blood, how could you enjoy peace and tranquility here, reciting poetry and appreciating the moon?"

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing and resounding!

He looked at the group of scholars, their faces flushed, and then recited two more lines of poetry:

"The courtesan, oblivious to the sorrow of a fallen nation, still sings 'The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard' across the river!"