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

Although the withered old man was almost out of breath, he still had his eyes wide open, not swallowing a breath.

Hearing this, he immediately vomited blood, staring at Shen Wuming with his eyes fixed, and died with his eyes wide open.

"Alas, why bother?"

Shen Wuming shrugged his shoulders and suddenly realized a fact, that is, he seemed to be quite strong?

Although he had not made a move many times, it seemed that he could beat the opponent every time. Are all the masters in Dingzhou so weak?

Just when he began to doubt the overall strength of Dingzhou, Song Nanzhu had already ridden forward and ran to the prisoner's car.

Pushing away the soldiers who surrounded him, he threw himself on the prisoner's car and cried loudly, "Dad, Dad, Dad, you are so miserable..."

The soldiers were pushed away and did not dare to continue to stop him. Even the captain who led the troops also kept a little distance.

They did not know Shen Wuming's background, but looking at the momentum of his move just now... they could not afford to offend him.

Although he was under the military order of the Governor's Office, in the end, this life was his own.

Shen Wuming did not explicitly say that he would rescue the prisoner, so he should try to give him a convenience.

Song Huai'en looked at his daughter, who was originally excited, but now he was speechless.

Seeing her crying, he couldn't help but frowned, "No, your father is not dead yet!"

"Are you crying for a funeral? Can you stop crying and tell me what the situation is?"

"Dad, don't you know I am worried about you." Song Nanzhu sniffed his nose and said with red eyes.

Shen Wuming sighed, knowing that the girl was quite emotional now, and stepped forward to pat her shoulder.

Then he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, helped her wipe her tears and snot, and chose his words, wanting to comfort her.

Song Nanzhu suddenly spat several times, "You wiped your snot in my mouth!"

"Uh..."

Shen Wuming's words of comfort were on the tip of his tongue, but were blocked at this moment.

He simply threw the handkerchief to her, and ignored Song Huai'en who was looking at him, but looked at the captain.

The captain stepped forward tremblingly, arched his hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Excellency is..."

"I am Shen Wuming, the son of Yong'an County. I am here to pass on the order of the governor!"

While speaking, he waved to two men in official robes not far away, and the two men hurried forward.

Then one of them took out the command arrow and handed it to the captain. The captain looked down and immediately understood.

This is the order of the governor's office. After sending the magic power, a line of projected fonts appeared on the order.

There was also a mysterious golden aura lingering around. This was the destiny of the country. Shen Wuming had seen it in the imperial edict before.

"Listen to Shen Wuming's arrangements!"

There were only six words, but each word was written with a silver hook, as if it was carved.

"Yes, sir!"

The lieutenant held the command arrow in his hand, clasped his fists to the projected font, and then looked at Shen Wuming.

"I am the captain of the army, Zhou Dayan, and I meet Lord Shen!"

Although he didn't know why the task of escorting prisoners was changed midway, as a soldier, he naturally obeyed orders.

Shen Wuming nodded, "Continue to set up camp. I want to understand this case and check it out!"

"Yes!"

Zhou Dayan clasped his fists to accept the order, and then arranged for other soldiers to continue eating, patrolling and setting up camp.

Shen Wuming walked outside the prison car and clasped his fists to Song Huai'en, saying, "Greetings, General Song."

"I have negotiated with the Governor's Office for five days to postpone my trip to the capital, but I cannot release you."

"So I have to let General Song stay in the prison car, please don't blame me."

Song Huai'en nodded, "I see, you are Chu Pingshan's son-in-law, the winner of Dingzhou this time, right?"

Shen Wuming was not surprised that he had heard of his name, after all, Song Huai'en was from Dingzhou.

He had a good relationship with Chu Pingshan, and even when Shen Wuming and Chu Youyi got married, he gave a gift.

"Yes!"

Shen Wuming did not waste time reminiscing about the past, but asked about the case on him.

Song Huai'en fell silent when he heard this, his face was gloomy and his expression was depressed. He raised his head after a long time.

"If I say... I am not sure if I did the case, will you believe it?"

"What?" Shen Wuming was stunned for a moment. He had assumed many situations, but he did not expect it to be like this.

Whether Song Huai'en admitted it or not, he didn't find it strange.

But what does it mean to be uncertain?

Song Nanzhu, who was crying, looked at his father in surprise at this time, "Dad, what are you talking about?"

"Mom died at the hands of the Yan people. Now you tell me that you don't know if you did the case?"

Song Huai'en took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his whole body fell into trembling.

He frowned, and after a long time, he opened his eyes again, "I didn't say anything wrong, that's what I meant."

"I'm not sure if it was me, but someone assassinated me just now... It makes me believe that there is another hand behind it."

"This is what happened..."

Then, Song Huai'en began to tell what happened to him.

"The story started half a month ago..."

"Due to a border conflict, I had a big fight with Yan State General Murong Qianshan."

"Murong Qianshan was originally a military man. In terms of cultivation and physique, he was far inferior to me. I beat him like a dead dog."

"But I don't know where he learned the ways of Yin-Yang School, and there is a method that can hurt the soul!"

"When he was on the verge of death, a piece of black stone came out, and then I fainted. I was rescued by my men."

"After I reported this to the Governor's Office, Governor Yang asked my deputy general Yuan Detai to temporarily take charge of Cangzhou's military affairs on my behalf!"

"And things started to get weird from here."

According to Song Huai'en's narration, Yuan Detai was a veteran general under Song Huai'en and an absolute confidant.

He had even used his life to protect Song Huai'en on the battlefield, and was stabbed more than ten times and was almost dying.

So Song Huai'en had no objection to letting Yuan Detai take charge of the army, and he gave all the seals to him at that time.

Later, Song Huai'en had been in seclusion to recover from his injuries until four days ago, when he was suddenly surrounded by people from the Governor's Office.

It was said that he colluded with the State of Yan and asked the Yan people who had sneaked in to transfer all the war weapons in the army. This was a serious crime! Death penalty!

"Isn't that clear? It must have been Yuan Detai who did it. Where is he?"

Song Nanzhu suddenly became anxious and slapped the prisoner's car. If it weren't for the talisman protecting the prisoner's car, it would have been broken by her.

Shen Wuming also looked at Song Huai'en in confusion. If the matter was so clear, why did he say he was not sure?

"Things are not that simple."

Song Huai'en shook his head, "Although I was surrounded by people from the Governor's Mansion at that time, I was not arrested on the spot!"

"Instead, I was given a chance to defend myself... Then I asked them to call all the generals of the Cangzhou General Administration Mansion to confront me."

"Yuan Detai didn't come. Do you know why?"

Shen Wuming and Song Nanzhu both shook their heads, but what Song Huai'en said made their backs cold.

"Yuan Detai is dead... And he died in the battle between me and Murong Qianshan. In order to save me, he was chopped to pieces by Murong Qianshan on the spot!"