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

"Youyi saw that you didn't come back so late, so she sent someone to look for you, and I just ran errands with you."

"Otherwise, if Youyi comes out on her own, she might not even be able to protect her own safety."

"Is public security in Zhongshan County that bad?" Shen Wuming was a little confused.

"It's not bad!" Song Nanzhu shrugged, "It's just that the situation in Shoutinghou Mansion is a bit special."

"Why is it special?" Shen Wuming was a little confused. Xiaohua had never said that before.

"Hey!" Song Nanzhu smiled meaningfully, "Our Lord Marquis...offended some people when we were young."

Shen Wuming stopped talking.

He remembered the records in the history books. Chu Pingshan was a ruthless man who killed many people!

That being said, it's not surprising.

When I returned to the house, I found that the meal had been prepared, and my father-in-law, mother-in-law, and my wife, Chu Youyi, were waiting.

Shen Wuming felt a little warm in his heart.

Although he was living a soft life in Shoutinghou Mansion during this period, neither his father-in-law, mother-in-law nor his wife said anything.

And respect was given.

This kind of respect is not a deliberate display, but treating him as a member of the family.

Song Nanzhu sent Shen Wuming back and told him what had happened just now.

Chu Youyi looked at Shen Wuming, her expression still cold, but there was a hint of worry in her eyebrows.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Miss Song is very good at martial arts." Shen Wuming comforted with a smile.

Mother-in-law Su Yue'e showed a rare hint of reproach, "You are also the uncle of the Hou family after all. Don't go out alone."

"There are so many guards in the Hou Mansion. With a few more people, even if there is no danger, they can still be used to run errands."

Before Shen Wuming could say anything, Song Nanzhu smiled and said, "Auntie, we know, please pay attention next time."

After Song Nanzhu finished speaking, Shen Wuming could only squeeze out an awkward yet polite smile.

Later, Chu Pingshan also talked about the supervision department, and Cao Zhuyu was already angry with him.

The three women sighed after hearing this.

Su Yue'e nodded repeatedly, "Thanks to Wuming..."

Chu Pingshan nodded, and then sighed: "Yes, since I resigned, the influence of the Hou Mansion has become weaker and weaker."

"Being able to make good friends with Governor Cao this time will be of great benefit to our Hou Mansion. It is all due to nameless contributions."

Others don't know, but Chu Pingshan knows very well that there is a giant behind Cao Zhuyu, and he is also very extraordinary.

After meal.

Shen Wuming and Chu Youyi left together. They originally planned to rest, but they didn't expect Song Nanzhu to follow them.

"Did you really help Governor Cao recruit officials today? And do you still know the things of the Mo family?"

Song Nanzhu was like a curious baby, and Shen Wuming originally didn't want to talk to her.

But thinking about her powerful force value, I had no choice but to give in and explain to her.

…

In Chu Youyi's boudoir, Su Yue'e held her daughter's hand, sat by the bed and talked about herself.

"You have sacrificed too much for the Shouting Hou Mansion. As a mother, I don't even know what to say."

Su Yuee'e was a little sad, holding Chu Youyi's hand, her face full of self-blame.

"Your father and I are useless, otherwise, I wouldn't have wronged you."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Chu Youyi smiled slightly, "I am also from the Hou Mansion."

"To put it bluntly, I also have a share in the Shoutinghou Mansion. How can I let others covet it?"

"Alas." Su Yue'e sighed, "Now that things have happened, we have to look forward a lot!"

"Wu Ming escaped from marriage before. I don't know what he was thinking, but I've seen him since he entered the Marquis Mansion."

"I respect you, love you, and have helped the Hou Mansion so much!"

"Since you are done, you are both happy and unhappy. Why are you so cold to him?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Chu Youyi's face showed a hint of shyness, "I...I'm not cold."

"It's just that it's always been like this. I can never take the initiative...take the initiative..."

During this period, the relationship between her and Shen Wuming became more harmonious, but they were still more like friends.

There is no progress like a couple...

Of course Su Yuee'e knew her daughter well, and when she saw her slightly shy expression, she already knew it.

Then he said some boudoir talk and left, leaving Chu Youyi sitting in the room, lost in thought.

She was lying on the table without any dignity at this time, her fingers were moving little by little, and her eyes were dull.

But what his mother just said and Shen Wuming were still lingering in his mind.

She initially chose Shen Wuming just to preserve the family fortune of Shoutinghou Mansion, without thinking too much about it.

He has even made plans to sacrifice his marriage.

But now...it seems that there is no need to sacrifice, because Shen Wuming is really a good person.

He treats others gently, even if he treats the servants in the house, with an equal attitude and without any domineering attitude.

He is also very resourceful and knows everything. Even the knowledgeable Cao Duzao has to consult him.

And he also helped his father. Without him, the Shoutinghou Mansion might have lost its prince.

Marrying her was the first time he saved Shoutinghou Mansion.

The golden crane incident was the second time that the Shouting Hou Mansion was saved.

…

"So, Mohism is actually very simple? Many of Mohism's profound principles can be found in daily life."

Song Nanzhu was always making noises, but at this moment he rarely became quiet.

She sat opposite Shen Wuming, supporting the table with both hands and holding her face in her palms.

With burning eyes, Shen Wuming was mixing a plate of flour and water, as if he was kneading something.

Very cute.

If Shen Wuming hadn't known her true face, he might have been fascinated by her posture at this time.

"It's that simple in the first place. Aren't the institutions researched by the Mohists 60 to 10 serving the common people?"

Shen Wuming replied while mixing the batter in the basin, but his brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

I just told this woman about non-Newtonian fluids, but in the end he had to make some to see.

Shen Wuming couldn't pester her, so she had no choice but to cook it for him, but the problem was that the dough was now mushy.

If there is too much noodles, add water, if there is too much water, add noodles, and the result will be like this.

"Are you okay yet?" Song Nanzhu asked with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Shen Wuming added a little more flour, stirred it together, and then patted it on top of the paste. It felt like it was almost done.

"That should work."

Shen Wuming weighed it and waved, and Song Nanzhu hurried over and watched Shen Wuming demonstrate.

"Look, let's reach out and insert it gently. There will be no obstacles. It's just a breeze."

"But if you slap me hard like this, or punch me, it will feel like iron."

After Shen Wuming demonstrated it once, he asked Song Nanzhu to try it on his own.

Song Nanzhu played with it for a while, and suddenly his face showed surprise, "It's really like this."

"I'll try again!" She patted it several times in succession and found that when she applied force, the dough became hard.

"I don't believe it!" Song Nanzhu's eyes widened, as if he was unwilling to admit defeat. When he raised his hand, the gleaming light spread all over his palm.

"Don't……"

Shen Wuming subconsciously felt something was wrong and quickly stopped him, but the next second, there was a "bang".