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

When he was in Zhongshan Academy, Shen Wuming had helped Lu Ziang give lectures and taught students.

Wang Zhiwei was one of them.

However, there were many students in the class at that time, and Shen Wuming had not been there many times, so he was not familiar with them.

Only Cui Kuan and Wei Xiaowen were closer to him.

But Wang Zhiwei didn't expect that he still remembered him, and he helped a lot now.

"Thank you, Brother Wang. I have a friend for dinner tonight, and I am worried that I will not be able to make it."

Shen Wuming expressed his gratitude, and Wang Zhiwei naturally waved his hand.

Shen Wuming helped them to give a lecture, but he didn't take a penny, and he was too grateful.

He had always wanted to find a chance to repay him.

Now that he happened to meet him, Wang Zhiwei was also happy.

And his position was relatively forward, Shen Wuming cut in line, and it was done in less than half an hour.

"Thank you, Brother Wang today."

Shen Wuming bowed his hands, and Wang Zhiwei was about to speak when a voice suddenly came from the side.

"You are Shen Wuming?"

Shen Wuming was stunned for a moment, turned his head and saw a young man with a leopard head and round eyes.

He had dark skin, muscular body, and a powerful momentum. He looked like a fierce Zhang Fei.

"It's me. Who are you?"

From the tone, it seemed that the visitor had bad intentions. Shen Wuming was a little puzzled for a while.

Who did he offend again?

Has he really become the protagonist in the novel, where no matter where he goes, someone will come to pick a fight?

First it was Master Puzhao, and now there is another fierce Zhang Fei?

And Master Puzhao had a reason, because he beat the old bastard to death.

But he has never offended anyone in the capital, right?

Could it be Chu Pingshan's old enemy again? Shen Wuming only thought of this possibility.

"I knew it was you."

The fierce Zhang Fei came over, grabbed his arm, and forced a smile with his face full of flesh.

"My father wants to treat you to a meal, let's go."

"Not my brother." Shen Wuming grabbed his arm, "Why don't you introduce who your father is first?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I am rude."

The fierce Zhang Fei patted his forehead, "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Yang Yuanqing."

"My father Yang Wanchun, you should have heard of him, it doesn't matter if you haven't heard of him, you will get to know him after dinner."

Yang Yuanqing?

Yang Wanchun?

Shen Wuming really had never heard of the name Yang Yuanqing, but he knew Yang Wanchun.

This person is also a little famous. He once dealt with Chu Pingshan and could be considered a colleague.

It is worth mentioning that although Yang Wanchun is not very capable and his character is also criticized, he has a good ancestor.

The ancestor of the Yang family, Yang Xi, was once a founding hero of the Han Dynasty and was canonized as Pingxi Hou, one of the eighteen founding marquises.

The status of a marquis is not very high.

But the founding marquis is different. At that time, there were not many dukes, and there was no king of a different surname.

The Eighteen Marquises were already the top nobles in the Han Dynasty. After so many generations of development, they have already expanded.

Moreover, with the accumulation of merits from generation to generation, the Pingxi Marquis of the past has now become the Duke of Rong.

Yang Wanchun is the head of the Yang family of this generation. He is also the hereditary Duke of Rong and one of the representatives of the nobles in the court.

I didn't expect that this rough man was actually a disciple of a noble family?

"It turned out to be Brother Yang!"

Shen Wuming nodded, "I wonder what Brother Yang is doing? I have something to do later."

"My father invites you to dinner."

Yang Yuanqing said seriously, "My father knew that you were coming to the capital to participate in the spring exam, and he had someone watching you here."

"As soon as you came here, my father got the news and sent me here to invite you to dinner as soon as possible."

This buddy talks about eating every three sentences. It can be seen that he is probably a fellow traveler with Pei Zian.

Shen Wuming was helpless, "Duke Yang's kindness is hard to refuse, but I really have no choice."

"Before coming here, I have already agreed to an invitation from a friend, and I probably won't have time tonight."

If conditions permit, Shen Wuming will naturally not refuse Yang Wanchun's invitation.

Although his reputation is not very good, these old nobles are low-key and powerful, and their power is not small.

Yang Wanchun is even more qualified to be a giant in the court.

But he just promised Pei Deben, if he stood him up, it would not be a gentleman's behavior.

"It's okay."

Shen Wuming thought that Yang Yuanqing would be unhappy because of being insulted, but he didn't care at all.

"Then tell me when you are free, and leave your address, I will tell my father later."

Although Yang Yuanqing was reckless, he still showed some demeanor of a disciple from a noble family at this moment.

At least he didn't care about every little thing.

Seeing this, Shen Wuming nodded slightly, "But I haven't arranged a place to stay yet."

"If possible, I will visit you and wait for the advice of Duke Rongguo."

"It's not that troublesome."

Yang Yuanqing waved his hand, "Since there is no place to stay, just live in my Rongguo Mansion."

"My house is so big, is there still a place for you? We are two brothers, don't talk nonsense."

Under Yang Yuanqing's strong invitation, Shen Wuming was completely numb.

He even suspected that Yang Yuanqing was a human trafficker, but looking at his clothes, he was indeed very expensive.

Shen Wuming didn't know what material it was, but he could feel that it was very valuable, and he must be a rich man.

Wang Zhiwei on the side was also a little confused, but before he could react, he was dragged into the carriage by Yang Yuanqing.

"Come on, come on, where is your luggage? I'll ask someone to get it."

Yang Yuanqing asked in the carriage.

Wang Zhiwei pointed at his luggage hesitantly. He had just arrived in the capital and reported here.

The luggage was placed in the courtyard of the Ministry of Rites. Yang Yuanqing waved his hand and a servant went to take the luggage.

"Where is Brother Shen?"

"Mine is in the Dali Temple!"

"That's fine."

Yang Yuanqing didn't think much about it and took them to Rongguo Mansion, which was not far from the Ministry of Rites.

"You stay in the guest house here first. I'll report to my father and see when I can arrange a meal with you!"

Yang Yuanqing didn't forget his original intention and kept thinking about eating.

Shen Wuming looked at the impetuous Yang Yuanqing, but his heart was full of doubts?

Is this Yang Wanchun on good terms with his father-in-law? Why is he so enthusiastic about himself?

Wang Zhiwei stared at him, and Shen Wuming shrugged, "Then live here."

Anyway, he had thought about staying in an inn before, and Rongguo Mansion was not much worse.

"Then I'll listen to you."

Wang Zhiwei had no idea, and under the guidance of the servants, he came to a room.

He was about to make the bed when he found that everything was ready in the guest room.

Except for the clothes he brought with him, he didn't need any luggage at all, which made him feel a little cramped for a while.

Shen Wuming was also choosing a room. At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside and a middle-aged man came over.

"You are Shen Xiaoyou?"

The middle-aged man took two steps at a time and stepped forward to grab Shen Wuming's arm, "I have been waiting for you for so long."

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