Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

As the middle-aged man's voice fell, Shen Wuming immediately felt that everyone's eyes were on him.

However, he was complaining in his heart, this emperor is not so good? So stingy?

He is not as generous as Cao Zhuyu!

Putting aside the top-grade magic weapon, he only gave one thousand taels of silver, which is really...

It is only one hundred taels of gold, which is not as much as the last time he followed Cao Zhuyu to the Mohist gathering.

"Hurry up and thank you, big brother."

Pei Zian saw that he was standing far away without any reaction, and hurried forward to pull him.

Shen Wuming then hurriedly took the imperial edict and said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!"

"Uh..."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and looked at him strangely. Are young people nowadays so good at flattering?

Just now he thought that this Jie Yuanlang didn't know etiquette.

At this time, it seems that he is still quite good at it. At least he really respects His Majesty.

But he has never seen such a scene.

After receiving the imperial edict, the middle-aged man waved his hand again, and two royal guards in golden armor came forward with two boxes.

"This is the reward from His Majesty!"

The middle-aged man opened the box, and on the left were ten ingots of white silver, each of which was one hundred taels!

On the right was a pen, with a simple and elegant shape, with bird and dragon patterns on it, and made of jade.

Even the hair on the front was also carved from jade, which was quite magical.

"Lord Shen, these are all rewards from His Majesty, keep them well!"

The middle-aged man spoke, and the two royal guards came forward to hand over the boxes.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Shen Wuming put away the two boxes and held them in front of him, but he sighed secretly in his heart.

These things are still good, but it is quite regrettable.

If he could reward an axe or something, it would be melted and installed on the shovel as a shovel head.

But this pen...

But it really can't be blamed on the emperor, after all, he is a Confucianist.

If he was rewarded with an axe or a hammer, it would be somewhat unrefined.

At this time, everyone stood up.

The look in everyone's eyes when they looked at Shen Wuming was very different from before.

If at the beginning, they only respected Shen Wuming because of his talent.

Now, it was because of his power.

The son of Yong'an County was only a viscount, several levels lower than the Marquis of Shouting.

It should not have much power.

But what does this mean? He was awarded a title for his merits at the age of 18, and was rewarded by His Majesty.

Although it was only a thousand taels of silver and a magic weapon.

But behind this, it conveyed His Majesty's favor, and Shen Wuming was just a nominal figure in her place.

The Northern Han Dynasty was so big, with hundreds of states, and there were hundreds of Jieyuan in each session.

But how many people could be awarded a title for their merits at such a young age?

Even since the founding of the Northern Han Dynasty, there were only a few people.

And Wuyi fought on the battlefield and survived nine deaths to get it.

What about Shen Wuming?

That depends on talent and brains.

If you are awarded a title based on military merit, you can only be a general in the future, but if you are awarded a title based on brains, you can be a prime minister in the future!

Sun Qun no longer had the arrogance and targeting just now. He glanced at Shen Wuming, and a bitterness flashed in his eyes.

He had been an official in the capital for decades, but he had never seen His Majesty value a person so much.

If it is not unexpected.

As long as Shen Wuming can pass the imperial examination... he doesn't need to be the top scholar.

As long as he is an imperial scholar, he will definitely be reused by His Majesty.

And he, Sun Qun, had a grudge with the Shouting Marquis Mansion, and now he offended a new star who was in the limelight...

Thinking of this, Sun Qun gritted his teeth, his eyes were uncertain.

But in the end, he forced a smile and stepped forward to bow to Shen Wuming.

"Congratulations, Lord Shen!" Sun Qun swallowed his anger and congratulated him quickly.

"I just said something wrong and dared to question Lord Shen's talent. I am really blind."

"I will drink three cups of wine as punishment. Lord Shen, please don't bother with me."

As he spoke, Sun Qun picked up the wine pot on the table.

He opened the lid on the top, shook it, and poured it all into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Sun Qun was choked to the point of tears, but he didn't stop and finished it in one breath.

Shen Wuming hurriedly grabbed him, "Lord Sun, what are you doing? There's no need to do this..."

"No, no, no!" Sun Qun stubbornly pushed his hand away, "Lord Shen must give me a chance to express my apology."

After that, he drank two more pots of wine in one breath. Just now he said he was punishing himself with three cups, but in fact he was punishing himself with three pots!

After three pots of wine, Sun Qun's face turned red and his neck began to swell.

Shen Wuming couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart. This guy has some cultivation after all.

How could this happen with just three pots of wine?

Acting!

But Shen Wuming also knew that Sun Qun was deliberately lowering his posture and wanted to turn hostility into friendship.

Others, including the eunuch who came to convey the imperial edict, just watched this scene quietly.

There was an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Even the new governor who took office had to lower his posture at this time, and everyone began to weigh it in their hearts.

The gold content of Shou Ting Hou Mansion is still rising!

"Why should you be so polite, Lord Sun? You are the elder. If you do this, aren't you roasting me on the fire?"

Shen Wuming sneered, and then he also picked up the wine pot on the table, but only poured himself a glass.

"Junior is not good at drinking, and can't compare with you, Lord, so I'll raise a glass first..."

Seeing Shen Wuming drink a glass of wine, Sun Qun finally let go of his worries.

It is impossible to turn hostility into friendship so easily.

But at least it can prove that the two sides will not be too ugly and there is still a possibility of reconciliation.

It is nothing more than spending some effort later.

Thinking of this, Sun Qun couldn't help but sigh.

Originally, he thought of being transferred from Zhongshu Sheren to the local area. The emperor is far away and he is the king of heaven.

But he didn't expect that these local snakes are more difficult to deal with than one another, and now he has to be humble.

After Shen Wuming drank a glass of wine, the originally rather solidified atmosphere at the scene gradually became normal.

The wine glasses were clinking, and it was very lively.

...

At the same time.

In a private room at the top of the restaurant, a middle-aged man with a plump figure was watching the scene below.

For the farce just now, the middle-aged man just chuckled.

A Tiansheng Restaurant owner beside him bowed slightly and said, "Master, that is Shen Wuming who invented beet sugar!"

"It's him!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Interesting!"

"You are a bunch of gourmet masters, but you are not as good as a Confucian scholar. I don't know what to say to you."

The restaurant owner smiled bitterly, "Master, don't talk nonsense when you are standing."

"Beet sugar, you have seen it too, it's not that simple!"

"We can't even make it as good as the original by just replicating it, but he can create this thing..."

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