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

Listening to the little girl's explanation, Shen Wuming couldn't help but widen his eyes. Isn't this thing too awesome?

"Doesn't that mean that even if the emperor doesn't practice cultivation, he still has the strength of hundreds of saints?"

After all, most of the saints from hundreds of schools are only in the eighth realm, and they can reach it with just one tripod.

"It does have the strength."

Pei Zian chuckled, "Then if you don't practice, then you have to work hard to strengthen the country."

"Otherwise, if the country's power declines and you give this cauldron to the Emperor of Yan, he will only be in the seventh realm!"

"The other thing is that strength is linked to lifespan. This cauldron can help you achieve the nine realms of cultivation."

"But I can't help you get the lifespan of a ninth-level monk. Doesn't the emperor want to live forever?"

After the little girl's explanation, Shen Wuming finally understood, nodded, and the two of them headed into the city.

"I'll take you home first, and then report to the etiquette department!"

After Shen Wuming finished speaking, he asked Pei Zian to point the way and drove the carriage to Dali Temple in no time.

"Does your family live here?"

Looking at the four characters "Dali Temple Yamen" hanging on the door, Shen Wuming was a little surprised.

"Not really. My family has a house in Luoyang, but...my dad is very busy."

Pei Zian was also a little helpless, "I won't be able to see anyone when I go home now, so I might as well come directly to the Yamen."

"What about your mother?"

"My mother..." Pei Zian was a little depressed, but he still answered truthfully.

"My mother has returned to her parents' home."

This sentence had a profound meaning, and Shen Wuming heard some meaning. It seemed that Pei Zian's parents might have some bad feelings.

He didn't hesitate to ask questions like this, so he just nodded and led Pei Zian towards Dali Temple.

"No parking allowed in front of Dali Temple!"

A Dali Temple official came forward with a cold snort, but then his expression suddenly changed when he saw Pei Zian.

"Miss."

"What did you just say?" Pei Zian asked a little confused.

"I, I... I just said that the eldest lady's car is parked here, and we will keep an eye on it for you."

The yamen officer reacted very quickly, changing his face as soon as he said it, and immediately answered seriously.

The corners of Shen Wuming's mouth twitched. Luoyang deserves to be a capital city. Everyone is talented and speaks well.

"Thank you then."

Pei Zian thanked him, and then walked inside with Shen Wuming, no one dared to stop him along the way.

After all, everyone in Luoyang City knows that Mr. Pei is a slave to his daughter. He used to hold his daughter in one hand when he went to the Yamen.

This would have been illegal.

But it happened that Pei Deben held his daughter in one hand and solved the case with the other. The number of cases solved and the detection rate were several times higher than others.

The boss just turned a blind eye.

Later, Pei Zian grew up and it was difficult for her to be exposed in public, so Pei Deben let her stay in his boudoir.

And it was only from then on that Pei Deben showed his ability as a detective, moving five times in ten years.

Now he has reached the rank of Minister of Dali Temple and has become one of the helmsmen of the Three Legal Departments of the imperial court.

Pei Zian and Shen Wuming walked straight to a public house in the backyard and pushed the door open.

Shen Wuming stood at the door and did not go in, but he also saw the scene inside.

A fair, fat middle-aged man was frowning and grading something. He didn't even look up when he heard the door open.

"What's up?"

Pei Deben's voice sounded. He held the sesame cake in his left hand and brought it to his mouth, while he was writing something in his right hand.

"father."

Pei Zian's mother called out cutely, and Pei Deben quickly raised his head and dropped the sesame cake and writing brush.

"Girl, why are you here?"

Pei Deben strode forward, caught Pei Zian who was rushing towards her, put his hands under her arms, raised them and spun around.

"Hey, I knew you were not at home, so I came to Dali Temple as soon as I came back."

"Am I smart?"

Pei Deben put her down and said, "That's not true. My girl is smart and smart. It goes without saying!"

The two talked for a while, and then Pei Zian pulled Shen Wuming in, "That's my eldest brother, Shen Wuming."

"Mr. Shen." Pei Deben greeted with a smile, "I have heard of the name of Mr. Shen for a long time."

"Furthermore, my father often mentions the young master in his letters, saying that the young master is his old friend."

It's Pei Mao again.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Mr. Pei is so complimentary. I have little talent and little knowledge. I need to study more."

Shen Wuming said a few humble words, and then Pei Deben said hello to the yamen servant outside and brought him tea.

"Master Shen, give it a try."

The two chatted for a while, and Pei Deben thanked him repeatedly for personally escorting Pei Zian into the capital.

"It just so happens that I'm on my way."

After Shen Wuming finished speaking, he drank all the tea on the table, "Now that Zian has seen you, it's time for me to report."

Pei Deben also knew that he was coming to the capital to participate in the spring examination, "Then you go first and come over for dinner in the evening."

When Shen Wuming was about to refuse, Pei Deben waved his hand, "Okay, don't be polite to me."

"You and Zi'an are good friends, and you and my father have been friends for many years. I must fulfill my friendship as a host no matter what."

Shen Wuming couldn't resist, so he had to agree, and then walked out of the Yamen of Dali Temple and went straight to the Ministry of Rites.

The Ministry of Rites, one of the six departments, is in charge of diplomacy, etiquette, sacrifice, and education. It is extremely noble.

In terms of power, it may not be comparable to the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of War, but its status is not inferior at all.

It even became the first of the six for a time.

Especially recently, the triennial spring examination, also known as the provincial examination, is about to begin, and the Rites Yamen is extremely busy.

From morning to night, there was a long queue in front of the line.

These were the candidates who came from all over the country to Beijing to participate in the spring exam. They had to register first.

Then they received the exam certificate.

When Shen Wuming arrived, he found that there were quite a few people here, and it was estimated that he would have to queue for a long time.

"Let's queue up."

Shen Wuming was helpless, mainly because he came at such a coincidence.

Whether it was before the Lantern Festival or the two days before the exam, the number of people was still small.

And these few days were the most concentrated.

He was helpless, he couldn't just rely on his cultivation to jump the queue.

But at this moment, a voice came from the front.

"Brother Haggard!"

Shen Wuming looked up and saw a young candidate who seemed a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Here, here."

The young candidate kept waving at him, and Shen Wuming didn't hesitate and walked over.

"Brother Haggard, stand here."

The young candidate was very enthusiastic. Seeing him coming over, he quickly pulled him into the line.

Everyone was used to this kind of queue-jumping because of acquaintances, and the people behind did not say anything.

Shen Wuming's eyes were full of confusion, we are not familiar with each other?

But soon, the young scholar began to introduce himself, "I am Wang Zhiwei, also a Zhongshan scholar."

"So it's Brother Wang."

Shen Wuming cupped his hands, "I remember that Brother Wang's essay was well written."