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

Yang Yuanqing was full of enthusiasm, and it was already very strange that he dragged Shen Wuming to the Rongguo Mansion.

I didn't expect that after I came here, a greasy old man would jump out and hold my hand and refuse to let go.

Shen Wuming was frightened and shivered, goose bumps almost appeared, and he quickly retracted his hand.

"Uncle, who are you?"

Shen Wuming subconsciously thought of the urban legends in the outside world, that the nobles in Luoyang Jing circle were very chaotic.

Not to mention visiting brothels, drinking wine, giving concubines to each other, and even having a good relationship with men.

They like to raise some catamites and compete with each other, and this trend has even spread to the local area.

For example, Ma Baoshan and his son...

Seeing this man so eager, Shen Wuming couldn't help but feel cold on his back, and wanted to run away.

"I am rude."

The man seemed to realize his impoliteness, coughed lightly, and then began to introduce himself.

"I am Yang Wanchun, and I am an old acquaintance of the Marquis of Chu. So you should really call me uncle."

"Hello, Uncle Yang."

Shen Wuming still looked a little reserved, mainly because he was afraid. Uncle is just uncle, why are you so affectionate?

But then Yang Wanchun explained, and Shen Wuming suddenly realized.

It turned out that the buoyancy gold testing technique he had invented earlier benefited these dignitaries a lot.

Especially when the princes paid tribute to the zhujin some time ago, there were villains in the Rongguo Mansion, and the gold purity was not enough.

At that time, it was almost sent to the court.

Coincidentally, Yang Wanchun saw the buoyancy alchemy technique published by Shen Wuming in the official newspaper, and he had an idea and tried it.

The result showed that the purity of the gold was problematic, so he quickly replaced it, which saved him from an unnecessary disaster.

"It can be said that you are my great benefactor, Shen Xiaoyou!" Yang Wanchun was full of emotion.

"We, the parasites lying on the merits of our ancestors, have to thank you."

"Not only me, but also several dukes, county lords and marquises are lining up to invite you to the banquet to show their gratitude."

"I was afraid that I would not be able to get a number, so I asked someone to squat in the Ministry of Rites. I am proud to invite you."

Yang Wanchun, the Duke of Rong, acted extremely honored at this time.

As if he was just an unknown junior and Shen Wuming was the Duke of Rong.

"Duke, you are too polite. Wuming is just a junior. What qualifications do I have..."

Shen Wuming was about to say something modest, but unexpectedly Yang Wanchun's face darkened.

"Wuming, I just said that in terms of seniority, you should call me uncle."

Yang Wanchun said seriously: "Don't keep talking about the Duke of Rong. There is no Duke of Rong here, only your uncle Yang."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Yang is right."

Shen Wuming smiled ashamedly, but he was wondering in his heart, this guy is so enthusiastic, is he an enemy or a friend?

After all, Chu Pingshan has many friends in the court, but even more enemies.

Yang Wanchun is not very clear about which side he stands on, so he can only agree first.

To put it bluntly, it is just a pretense.

"Since you are in Rongguo Mansion, just like at home, don't be polite, and prepare for the spring exam well!"

"If you want to go out and play, just tell my rebellious son, he doesn't do any work all day, but he knows how to play."

"He sat on the card table when he was naked, and went to brothels at the age of ten. He was proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling."

When Yang Wanchun spoke, he pulled Yang Yuanqing over, "Did you hear me? Take good care of Wuming!"

"Of course." Yang Yuanqing patted his chest.

"Wuming saved my Rongguo Mansion, so he is my half-brother, Yang Yuanqing."

"Anyone who dares to bully him will have a hard time with me, Yang Yuanqing!"

This young master of the Duke's Mansion does not look like an aristocrat, but is full of chivalrous spirit.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Yang Wanchun was about to take him to dinner, but Shen Wuming waved his hand to refuse.

"I'm really sorry, Uncle Yang."

Shen Wuming shook his head and said, "I just made an appointment with Lord Pei to talk about something in the evening, and I really don't have enough time."

"And my luggage is still in the Dali Temple, I have to go and get it."

Yang Wanchun was stunned at first, and then looked surprised, "Lord Pei? Dali Temple?"

"Are you talking about Lord Pei Deben, the Minister of Dali Temple? He is a cold-faced devil, do you have a relationship with him?"

In this world where hundreds of schools of thought are rampant, those who can be in charge of the three judicial departments are all masters of the legal school.

They are definitely not those who are greedy for money.

Even a son of a noble family like Pei Deben will enforce the law impartially and will never be partial to anyone.

On the contrary, because of the strong backing behind him, the enforcement strength is far greater than that of the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate.

It can be said that the person that the court officials fear the most is probably not the emperor, not the prime minister, but this Lord Pei!

"It's not that we have much friendship, we just met by chance, barely acquaintance."

Shen Wuming smiled and said it very easily, but Yang Wanchun didn't dare to really think so.

After all, there are very few people in the whole capital who can be invited by Pei Deben to have dinner at the Dali Temple.

"In this case, then go."

Yang Wanchun patted him on the shoulder, "Lord Pei has a lot of influence in the court, and making friends with him can also be planned for the future."

After finally perfunctorily passing this, Shen Wuming washed up and walked towards the Dali Temple.

Originally, Yang Wanchun said that he would arrange a carriage for him, but the distance was not far, so it was not necessary.

Moreover, Shen Wuming's cultivation level, even if he could shrink the earth into an inch, would not consume much mana.

"Big brother!"

As soon as I arrived at the Dali Temple, I saw Pei Zian squatting at the door, looking forward to it.

"Why did it take so long?"

Pei Zian came over and hugged Shen Wuming's arm affectionately, without any hesitation.

The Dali Temple yamen runners around were all watching, as if they didn't see anything.

"I want to hurry, but there are too many people, and I was just dragged to Rongguo Mansion."

Shen Wuming explained, but Pei Zian couldn't help but frowning, "Don't play with them."

"What?" Shen Wuming's expression moved slightly, "Is there something wrong with these nobles?"

Yang Wanchun's almost overflowing enthusiasm made Shen Wuming subconsciously feel something was wrong.

Pei Zian's words made him even more nervous.

However, Pei Zian shook his head, "If there is a problem, it's not a big problem."

"After all, those with big problems have been thrown into the sky prison by my father, and they can all improve their cultivation."

"It's just that your Majesty..."

Speaking of this, Pei Zian paused for a moment, then pulled Shen Wuming to the backyard, and then slowly spoke.

"Your Majesty intends to suppress the nobles, thinking that they do nothing, occupy the fiefdom, and receive salaries, and are just parasites."

"So you should stay away, so that they will not be beaten to death and the blood will splash on you."

"Is that so!" Shen Wuming smiled dumbly, "I thought they had a grudge against me!"

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