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

Because of Song Nanzhu's two slender and powerful legs, Shen Wuming finally gave in.

Not only did he give her a lot of candied haws, he even signed a bunch of unequal treaties.

He promised to make some other snacks for her...

Even relying on snack diplomacy, Shen Wuming has established connections throughout the Marquis's Mansion.

From Chu Pingshan's appetizers to Su Yue'e's beauty soup.

There are also sweet and sour snacks that his wife likes, as well as Princess Taiping, guest officials, guards, maids and servants...

Now when Shen Wuming is mentioned, everyone in the Marquis's Mansion gives him a thumbs up.

Even his food cultivation has improved a lot.

However, apart from these two episodes, Shen Wuming's life has returned to peace.

Except for occasionally asking the maids to make some snacks, he continues to read books.

As the time for the imperial examination is getting closer, Chu Youyi also spends more time on him.

Taught him a lot of things, and similarly, the relationship between the two sides is progressing rapidly.

Even at night, Chu Youyi would bring some midnight snacks at a fixed time, and then discuss classics, history, and literature with him.

Today's snack is sour jujube cake, Chu Youyi really likes sour and sweet taste.

Shen Wuming ate two pieces of sour jujube cake, drank a bowl of white fungus and lotus seed soup, and then talked about poetry and songs.

"Contemporary poetry and songs pursue parallelism, harmonious rhythm, and rhetoric, but many are flashy and unrealistic."

"On the contrary, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, although there is also a certain degree of exposition, is still more practical."

Shen Wuming couldn't help complaining.

This is not just a change in poetry and songs, but also involves the power of poetry after it is used.

"If it weren't for this, Confucian and Taoist monks would not pay attention to ancient rhymes, and would always talk about the Four Books and Five Classics, instead of advocating contemporary."

Including Shen Wuming's own practice, it is mainly based on the Book of Songs, rather than the various classics that follow.

"My husband is really smart. Even after losing his memory, he can quickly notice this." Chu Youyi said with a smile.

"In fact, many people in the contemporary Confucian community have said that they should follow the ancients and pursue reality."

"This group of people is called the ancient literature school, and they emphasize speaking frankly and fearlessly!"

"But now parallel prose is popular, and there are still many supporters. This group of people is the modern literature school."

Shen Wuming was thoughtful. If it was not unexpected, this was the ancient prose movement of the Tang and Song dynasties. I didn't expect that it really existed in this era.

"Who are the ancient literature school?" Shen Wuming asked. Although he had read a lot of history books, he didn't see a specific division.

"The contemporary leader is Han Changli, but predecessors Liang Kuan, Dugu Zhi and others have mentioned it."

"Each of them is the top Confucian scholar of the time. Not only are they profound in literature, but they are also very powerful."

"So when they speak out, there is a great response from both the court and the people..."

The two discussed the ancient literature school and the modern literature school again. Unknowingly, it was late at night.

"Then I'll go back first." Looking out the window, Chu Youyi was reluctant to leave after seeing the moon on the willow branches.

"I'll take you there."

Shen Wuming had gotten used to the two of them getting along, so he went out with her and walked to the next room.

In fact, it was only seven or eight steps away, but Shen Wuming would walk with him every night.

"Okay."

Chu Youyi smiled gently, and then stretched out her slender, white and clean little hand, which made Shen Wuming stunned for a moment.

He then laughed dumbly, took Chu Youyi's little hand, and felt it was smooth and soft, and walked out.

Shen Wuming let go of her hand after sending her to Chu Youyi's door, "Suddenly I feel a little regretful that your room is so close."

Chu Youyi's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head slightly, without looking back, but she just said she didn't want to go into the room, and then closed the door.

Shen Wuming was about to turn around and leave, but he heard another creak.

The door of the room opened a crack, revealing half of Chu Youyi's cheek.

"Me too."

...

Unconsciously, a month had passed.

Shen Wuming looked at the Book of Poetry in front of him, and suddenly he realized something, and the next moment, three inches of light burst out from his body.

The righteousness in his body surged rapidly, like boiling oil, running through his meridians.

Shen Wuming was sweating profusely, and felt that all the active particles in his body were stimulated, and his physical condition also suddenly improved.

Then all the righteousness rushed into Dantian, and the dust-sized gold particles kept swimming and echoing each other.

Like a snowball, they merged into one, then expanded and condensed into a golden pill.

"Wei Qing Ji Xi, King Wen's canon, the beginning of the sacrifice. Until the use of success, Wei Zhou's auspiciousness!"

Shen Wuming shouted lightly, and the golden pill finally turned into a solid body, shining in Dantian.

"Wen Dan, success!"

Shen Wuming can now look inside himself, and seeing the scene in Dantian, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

These days, Shen Wuming also has some understanding of the realm of Confucian practice.

Although the practice of various schools of thought is divided into nine realms, they are also self-contained systems.

Confucianism is divided into the study of things, the pursuit of knowledge, sincerity, the uprightness of the heart, the cultivation of the self, the gentleman, the great scholar, the semi-saint, and the saint.

And the gathering of literary courage is the symbol of self-cultivation, gathering literary courage with righteousness, and tempering the body with literary courage.

In other words, Shen Wuming has achieved the fifth realm of Confucianism!

He doesn't know what the gold content of the fifth realm is, but he thinks it won't be too high.

After all, there are a total of nine realms, and it is estimated that it is just platinum or diamond.

Even the king is not worth much, so platinum is nothing!

"Although it's not great, it's still a small improvement, so I have to reward myself."

Thinking of this, Shen Wuming straightened his clothes, turned around and headed towards the bookstore.

He has already read The Legend of Tianshan Heroine for the third time, and the quality of this book is indeed very nice.

Although the "Dengcao Master Conquering Demons" and the like are okay, when it comes to painting skills, they are still weak.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a roaring figure running towards him in the distance.

The voluptuous figure swayed in an arc that made people thirsty, and behind them were two clanking wooden puppets.

"I'm looking for you."

When Cao Zhuyu saw him, she immediately looked overjoyed, stepped forward and took his arm, "Fortunately you are here."

"What's wrong?" Shen Wuming was a little impatient. He didn't even want to talk to her and continued walking outside.

During this period, his life had been very peaceful, he was preparing seriously for the imperial examination, and his relationship with his wife also heated up rapidly.

Only Cao Zhuyu has been thinking about his talent and trying every means to bring him into the Mo family.

She would come here every now and then, leaving Shen Wuming speechless.

But Cao Juyu didn't seem to know how to look at her face, and she still came every once in a while.

"Don't worry!"

Cao Juyu grabbed him and said, "That's what happened. Lord Zuocheng Pei, the Minister of Finance, will come to our Zhongshan County in two days."

"In addition to inspecting the shipping on the Zhongshan River, we also convened a gathering of nearby Mohist disciples."

"This is a rare opportunity. Come with me." Cao Zhuyu looked at him expectantly.

Shen Wuming rolled his eyes, "I'm not from the Mo family, why should I go? Do you have anything to do?"