Chapter 191

When Shen Wuming left the residence of Zuo Daduwei, his reputation had once again resounded throughout the capital.

After all, the Tiele tribe still had a lot of connections in the capital thanks to the relationship with the King of Wei.

At least there were some at the bottom.

So at this time, with just one word from Alando, his poem "Man Jiang Hong·Lao Zi Dan Nian" had spread throughout half of the capital.

After hearing it in taverns, restaurants, and under overpasses, countless scholars hurriedly copied it and read it.

It was regarded as a classic.

However, the most interested people were not scholars.

But the Mohist knights and military warriors. This poem was written in their hearts.

Many people thought of their own past.

That was so cool.

That was so wanton.

That was so youthful.

"The figure running under the sunset is my lost youth."

In the tavern, countless knights were moved, whispering to each other, and were overjoyed.

I just felt that when I heard this poem, I felt a mysterious feeling of being tickled.

"As expected of Shen Qiucui, if he doesn't make a move, it's fine. But once he does, he will definitely dominate the literary world."

Wang Zhongshu was drinking with Fang Daoyuan and his group. When he heard the poems from the storyteller, he couldn't help but sing along.

"I was used to it in the past, and I made an appointment for wine during the flowering season."

"In the place of pleasure, I wear light fur and loose belt, and embroidered saddle with gold cords."

"In the night of the bright moon tower, the sound of flutes and drums, the swing rope in the courtyard of pear blossoms..."

Although Fang Daoyuan focused on water conservancy, he also had a good understanding of the style of Mohist chivalry.

When he was young.

He once traveled west with a sword, and helped those who saw injustice on the road. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

It was as if he was back in the past.

Countless students clapped their hands on the table and gently echoed Wang Zhongshu and the storyteller.

In the corner of the tavern, there was a jubilation.

And this atmosphere was still spreading outwards. Soon, the whole tavern was neat and uniform.

"Alas, the past is so desolate."

"Holding new hatreds, drifting again."

"But what have I waited for in the past few years, so lonely."

"The sea is connected to the sky and I look far away, the mountain wind blows the rain and the clothes are thin..."

In short, under Alando's deliberate promotion, Shen Wuming has become the top star in the capital.

Zhang Zhushi, who came from the Ministry of Rites, once became popular in Luoyang with his words "Seven or eight rains meet the Cold Food Festival, and the twenty-second wind blows the red apricots."

He was called the Red Apricot Master.

At this time, he was also in the tavern, and when he saw the singing next to him, he couldn't help but concentrate and listen.

I just felt that the depression in my chest was swept away, and I instantly returned to the time when I was full of vigor and vitality.

I also sang along.

"At this moment, the skinny horse is alone, and the feelings are bad..."

After singing one word, Zhang Zhushi felt that the lingering sound was lingering in his ears, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long while, he looked at the storyteller beside him, "Who wrote this? It's so profound and so cool."

The storyteller chuckled.

"Of course it's our Dingzhou Jieyuan Shen Wuming Shen Qiaocui. Anything Shen Qiaocui produces must be a masterpiece."

"Is it him?"

Zhang Zhushi couldn't help but recall the scene of marking papers in the Weijun Imperial Academy that year.

A Song of Soldiers.

A Poem of Qiaocui.

At that time, the entire Dingzhou marking officer was astonished. Unexpectedly, it was produced again, and it was such a top-notch work.

"Good, good."

Zhang Zhushi clapped his hands and smiled, with respect, admiration, and satisfaction.

From now on, there are many people in the capital who don't know Shen Wuming, but there are few who haven't heard of him.

Even in the market, he has become a popular figure.

"It's all Alando."

Shen Wuming returned home and hugged Cao Zhuyu, with a speechless look on his face, "I was thinking about plotting against him."

"Now it's good, the whole capital knows that he and I are good brothers, what should I do?"

Shen Wuming was speechless.

As a Confucian scholar, he was not afraid of anything.

Even if he saw the emperor, as long as he had a reason, he would dare to confront him.

But the only things that cannot be abandoned are propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame.

If he attacked his own brother, he would become an unrighteous person and would not be able to crawl away in the future.

He didn't want to bear the infamy for his whole life.

Cao Zhuyu sat on his legs, facing each other, with her slender and voluptuous long legs wrapped around his waist.

If they were not both still dressed neatly, this would definitely be an old tree with tangled roots...

But even so, the warm and elastic body pressed Shen Wuming, still making him feel distracted.

Even a little palpitation.

Although Cao Zhuyu is still a virgin, the two have had a flirtatious relationship.

Naturally, she knows what it is.

Her pretty face was slightly red, but she pretended not to care and talked about Alando.

"As you said, Alando is an honest man. We can give him some compensation later."

Cao Zhuyu pondered for a moment, "At most, we can tip him off after Xue Yanmi leads his troops away."

"At least save his life, and then it will be over... What's more, you don't have to do it yourself."

"You only need to operate in secret, and when the truth comes out, people may not know that you are behind the scenes."

Shen Wuming nodded, but still felt a little guilty.

Not to mention the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues of Confucian scholars, at least he has received compulsory education.

It was the King of Wei who provoked him, and now Xue Yanmi and Alando are involved, which is somewhat embarrassing.

Maybe this is quality education.

"Wuming."

Cao Zhuyu seemed to have seen through his thoughts. She held his shoulders with both hands and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Wuming, you are a very talented person, but you still haven't experienced enough."

"So until now, you are still an upright person, a pure person, and a kind person."

"But in the future you will become the pillar of our family. You have to bear the wind and rain for Sister Chu and me."

"And you will definitely enter the court and become an official who pleads for the people and a minister who benefits the people."

"With such a pure mind, I'm afraid those people will eat you up without leaving any bones."

"Do you understand?"

"When you should be cruel, you must be cruel, and when you should be evil, you must be evil."

"Only in this way can you protect yourself among a group of tigers and wolves, and even suppress them."

Shen Wuming put his arms around Cao Zhuyu's slender waist, without saying anything, just hugging her tightly.

He put his chin on Cao Zhuyu's shoulder, feeling very complicated, and felt unable to accept it for a while...

Before crossing, he was an orphan.

But whether it was the dean, or other volunteer uncles and aunts, they were all very kind to him.

They were all very kind and pure people.

After crossing over, he had been under the protection of Shou Ting Hou Mansion, and there were not many crises.

It was only Ma Baoshan... He killed him easily.

But now, it seems that he has to take the initiative to get some innocent people involved.

What should I do?