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

Chapter 73 Grape Wine Luminous Cup

In the main hall of the Governor's Mansion, Qin Wanyue's voice slowly rang out:

"The six arts of a gentleman are propriety, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and mathematics."

"If Brother Quan Fu wants to break through to the fifth rank, he must master the six arts of a gentleman."

Although Qin Wanyue is Dean Qin's only daughter, she never speaks in a teaching tone. Instead, she nourishes her little by little like a spring breeze and rain.

I don’t know when it started.

The person who asked the question was Zeng Anmin.

In a trance, Zeng Anmin seemed to see the shadow of Zhang Lun in Qin Wanyue.

"In the sixth-grade gentleman realm, the main focus is on the six arts. If one achieves enlightenment in any of the six arts, one can naturally break through to the fifth grade."

"But the remaining five arts cannot be neglected..."

Qin Wanyue's eyes were always smiling, and she would sometimes joke with Zeng Anmin while talking:
"It's like a person who has one leg that's too long and the other leg that's too short. Wouldn't he walk with a limp?"

"Haha!" Zeng Anmin found it funny and replied subconsciously:

“Sometimes there’s an extra leg, too.”

Qin Wanyue looked confused.

I have no idea what Zeng Anmin is talking about.

She blinked slightly and asked doubtfully:

"The...third leg?"

Uh.

Zeng Anmin's face was a little stiff.

The main reason is that Qin Wanyue gives him the feeling of being too much like Brother Zhang Lun.

He subconsciously regarded Qin Wanyue as a friend...

"This one……"

Zeng Anmin tried his best to change the subject, looked at Qin Wanyue suspiciously and asked:
"I wonder what Miss Qin's major among the six arts is..."

Qin Wanyue pursed her lips and smiled.

She was extremely intelligent and could sense that Zeng Anmin was trying to change the subject, but she was a non-confrontational person and never forced anything. She replied seriously:
"Of the two branches of ritual and music, I major in music."

"In the early years, I studied the guzheng instrument in depth, but later I met a pipa master and was deeply intoxicated by his music, so I also learned pipa."

When saying this, Qin Wanyue's expression was very natural, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all because of the crudeness of the pipa.

lute?

Zeng Anmin was a little confused. Although he didn't understand, he had heard a little about it.

Compared with the ten-stringed zither that Confucian scholars mainly studied, an instrument like the pipa is somewhat inferior.

"Miss Qin is not disgusted by such vulgarity, which shows that she has a noble character."

Zeng Anmin said this very seriously.

This was the first time that Qin Wanyue heard someone praising her for her pipa studies so sincerely after she started.

She looked at Zeng Anmin with eyes that sparkled:
"Brother Quan Fu, do you dislike Pipa?"

"There are tens of millions of skills in the world, how can there be any distinction between the high and the low? In my opinion, no matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat!"

Zeng Anmin did not have the tinted glasses of the feudal era, and there was nothing strange about what he said.

Qin Wanyue could feel the sincerity in it.

Her eyes became brighter.

She had a wonderful feeling.

The young man in front of me seems like another me.

"Master, Mr. Shen asked someone to send you some thank-you gifts."

A voice was heard, it was a servant, respectfully holding an exquisite wooden box.

"Jun Shen?"

Zeng Anmin then remembered that he had not met the current shopkeeper Jin Taiping for a long time.

"It's not a festival, why would he give a gift?"

Zeng Anmin subconsciously glanced at Qin Wanyue.

Taking bribes in front of people...isn't that a bad idea?
Qin Wanyue was clever and understood Zeng Anmin's gaze instantly. She chuckled and said:

"The case of Mr. Shen killing my aunt caused a lot of controversy in Liangjiang County a few days ago. Brother Quan Fu helped him clear his name and cleared his name. It is only natural for him to give us some gifts. It is better to accept them."

"Otherwise, wouldn't he be labeled as ungrateful for nothing?"

Speaking of this, the brightness in Qin Wanyue's eyes became even brighter.

The more you get to know Zeng Anmin, the more amazed you are by his talent.

Investigating the case of the lost dragon map and saving his father from water prison.

The murderer of Zhang Lun was quickly identified.

The case of Shen Jun murdering his aunt was solved perfectly by following the clues. He even pieced together all the clues of the case of Jiang Wang's rebellion...

Especially on that day when Xu Tong, a subordinate of Prince Jiang, broke into the Xuan Jing Division, he was able to stand up in the moment of extreme crisis. This courage alone is the spirit of this young man!
"Haha, then open it and take a look."

Zeng Anmin didn't say much, but just took the wooden box with a smile, stretched out his hand, and with a "click", the exquisite lid of the wooden box was opened.

Then I saw a porcelain bottle lying quietly in the box.

Next to the porcelain vase lay four extremely fine jade cups.

"what is this?"

Zeng Anmin picked up the porcelain bottle curiously, shook it gently, and felt the liquid inside.

"Westflow wine."

When Qin Wanyue first saw the bottle, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She patiently explained to Zeng Anmin:

"The Xiliu region is west of the Holy Dynasty. Grapes grow very well there. The locals are good at making wine from grapes. It is said that the production process of the first-class wine is extremely complicated, the output is very small, and the price is higher than gold."

"Even the current emperor only offers ten bottles of tribute every year."

"This Mr. Shen is really thoughtful."

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin placed the porcelain bottle on the table and waved his hand nonchalantly:
“It’s indeed the first time I’ve heard of it.”

But when he came into contact with Qin Wanyue's bright eyes, he suddenly realized:
"Since we are here, why don't you taste it together, Miss Qin?"

"This..." Qin Wanyue hesitated and lowered her head shyly.
"It's not appropriate."

How can you drink together after just meeting a few times?
"It's okay, it's just wine tasting."

As Zeng Anmin spoke, he opened the porcelain bottle and placed the cup in the box on the table.

"Drip drip drip"

The sound of fine wine pouring into the glass.

"It smells so good..."

As soon as the wine in the bottle is poured into the glass, the rich and fragrant aroma hits your nose.

"Please!" Zeng Anmin said without any hesitation.

Since he didn't buy it with his own money, he naturally didn't feel sorry at all.

Qin Wanyue was curious and couldn't refuse the invitation, so she lowered her head and nodded softly, and her white fingers pinched the extremely exquisite green cup.

"It is said that once this wine is drunk, the remaining fragrance will linger in the cup for three days."

Qin Wanyue picked up the cup and gave a detailed explanation.

Zeng Anmin felt that he had indeed gained more knowledge.

He gently raised his glass and took a sip.

Ok……

Not bad, it feels a bit like the right bank.

As an outstanding young man in his previous life, Zeng Anmin naturally drank a lot of red wine.

"Tsk~"

Zeng Anmin closed his eyes, and he felt as if he had returned to his previous life, moving freely in business.

He opened his eyes, looked at Qin Wanyue with a smile and said:
“It has a smooth texture and rich flavor, with hints of red plum and prune.”

Qin Wanyue just took a small sip at that time, and after listening to Zeng Anmin's words, her eyes became more and more sparkling.

Until this moment, she took advantage of the alcohol to explain her purpose:

"That day in front of the Xuanjing Division, Brother Quan Fu recited a poem that I have memorized."

"I study in my room every day, and I can't bear the anticipation any longer, so I came here to ask a question..."

There was great earnestness in her eyes:

"Is there any half left?"

poetry?
Zeng Anmin suddenly realized that he remembered it clearly.

At that time, he wanted to expose his identity as the Black Cat Warrior and fight to the death with Xu Tong.

But at that time, I didn’t know whether I would die after that battle.

Then he wrote a sentence inspired by this: "Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many people have ever returned from the battles in history?"

Although it is inappropriate, it does express the uncertainty of one's own life and death at that time.

Uh……

Zeng Anmin blinked and looked at the emerald green cup in his hand and the wine in it.

There was a strange look on his face.

Isn’t it just a coincidence? ?

(End of this chapter)