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

"Are you awake?"

The woman's voice was cold, but dignified and restrained, the kind that can soothe the soul.

Shen Wuming frowned slightly. The environment was unclear at this time, and the woman did not seem to show too much hostility.

He nodded slightly, "Just woke up."

"Our marriage is the order of our parents and the words of the matchmaker. It is not a man's behavior to run away on the eve of the wedding."

Even when talking about such things, the expression on the woman's face was still as cold as water, without the slightest fluctuation.

"It would have been fine if you ran away yesterday, but today you and I are married, and you will be my husband from now on."

"Husband?" Shen Wuming's heart flashed with surprise. He thought he was robbed by those iron towers.

Now it seems that he was indeed robbed.

But it was not those men, but the beautiful woman in front of him!

"My husband, I, Chu Youyi, am polite."

After the woman in front of him finished speaking, she bent her knees slightly, put her hands on her waist, and bowed slightly.

According to the ancient explanation, this should be considered a blessing, right?

"Youyi is saluting you, don't you know how to return the gift?"

When Shen Wuming was still in a daze, a fierce voice sounded.

He looked up and noticed that there was a girl in a red skirt behind his "wife".

The girl looked delicate, almost as good as Chu Youyi, but her style was completely different.

Chu Youyi's every move was extremely dignified, and her expression was as cold as water.

But this girl was fierce, wearing a fiery red long skirt, and she didn't have much femininity.

The main thing was that it was too peaceful.

The fierce eyes fell on Shen Wuming, making Shen Wuming shudder and think of bad memories...

It was this girl who rushed in front of him just now, and he was knocked unconscious with a flick of her finger.

Swallowing his saliva and scanning the surrounding iron tower strong men, Shen Wuming also knew that the situation was stronger than the person.

His eyes fell on Chu Youyi, and he clasped his fists in a serious manner and said, "My wife."

This seemed to be ancient times... or some primitive tribe. Anyway, he decided to follow the local customs.

But at this moment, hurried footsteps sounded outside, and then a group of people rushed in.

All of them were dressed in brocade, and the one in the front was a young man in brocade clothes, with ferocious eyes and a distorted face looking at Shen Wuming.

Shen Wuming was a little confused, he had never seen this person before.

But why did he have this expression when he came, as if he had robbed his wife.

"Youyi, what are you doing?" The young man gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word from his mouth.

Chu Youyi glanced at them, "You've come just in time, let me introduce you."

"Husband, this is the son of Zhao Juncheng, Wang Junwei, and Ma Taishou..."

Chu Youyi first introduced Shen Wuming, then pointed at him and said to those people: "This is my husband Shen Wuming!"

Shen Wuming frowned slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes. How did this woman know his name?

"Husband?" The young man's eyes changed, "Youyi, what are you doing?"

"You know I like you, but you still want to abide by that broken engagement? Who is Shen Wuming..."

Before she finished speaking, Princess Taiping behind Chu Youyi rushed forward and slapped the young man in the face.

"Who are you? How dare you point fingers here? You have no rules every day!"

Princess Taiping's face was cold, and her hand was also very heavy. She slapped the young man several feet away with one slap.

Shen Wuming was completely stunned. He swallowed his saliva and began to recall whether he had been disrespectful to Princess Taiping just now.

Such a heavy slap... He didn't know if the young man could bear it, but he couldn't bear it anyway.

"How dare you!"

An old man with white hair and beard snorted coldly, and a blood-colored light on his body was steaming like smoke.

In the night, it was extremely bright, even the surrounding candlelight seemed to be eclipsed.

The wind was howling, and the red gauze in the room was blown up, and the benches were shaking.

Shen Wuming shrank back into the bed. Even if he had a problem with his brain, he could see that something was wrong.

The old man glared at Princess Taiping, "Song Nanzhu, Miss Chu didn't say anything, it's not your turn to make the decision."

Princess Taiping looked at the old man, her momentum was not inferior at all, and she curled her lips in disdain.

"Don't talk nonsense, just do it if you want to, don't pretend to be so arrogant."

"You..." The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, pointing at her, but he didn't dare to do it.

"Okay."

At this time, a mellow voice came from outside, and then a refined middle-aged man walked in.

"Dad, you are back?"

Chu Youyi's face moved slightly, and he called out, and everyone hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted, "Marquis."

"Since you are married, you and your husband and wife must support each other!"

The refined middle-aged man glanced at Shen Wuming, stayed on his hair for a moment, and then said: "It's getting late, everyone go to rest."

"Marquis." The young man was dissatisfied, "Youyi secretly got married while you were not in Zhongshan this time!"

"Without your witnesses, this wedding cannot count!"

The refined middle-aged man didn't say anything, but just glanced at him lightly.

The white-haired old man hurriedly grabbed the young man's arm, said "goodbye" to the refined man, and turned away.

The young man still refused to give in and was dragged out by the old man.

Song Nanzhu smiled contemptuously, and waited until these people left before she stepped forward and hugged Chu Youyi's arm.

"These people are getting more and more excessive..."

"Don't talk about this." Chu Youyi patted her hands, and then looked at Shen Wuming.

"It's getting late, my husband, go to bed early, I'll go down first."

After saying that, Chu Youyi bowed to him again, and then pulled Song Nanzhu away.

The iron tower strong man also followed behind, leaving only a young girl.

The little girl's hair was messy, like a chicken coop, and she looked at him timidly.

"I'm Xiaohua, I'm here to meet the young master... Oh, no, son-in-law!"

Xiaohua said, and then pointed outside, "I live next door, if you have anything, just call me."

"Okay."

Shen Wuming didn't understand the situation, nodded, looked at Xiaohua's back, and suddenly called her.

"Son-in-law, what else do you want?" Xiaohua whispered, with her head down and her chin resting on her thick chest.

"I can't sleep. Can you tell me about what's happening outside?" Shen Wuming asked.

Although he saw a circle of people just now, after looking around, only Xiaohua looked like a normal person.

"Okay!"

Xiaohua did not refuse. She took a few steps forward and sat down with a small stool. "Son-in-law, ask."

After asking around, Shen Wuming was even more confused. This didn't seem to be the original world?

This is the Northern Han Dynasty, Dingzhou, Zhongshan County, Shoutinghou Mansion.

The elegant middle-aged man just now was Shoutinghou Chu Pingshan.

His cheap wife Chu Youyi was Chu Pingshan's only daughter. She was betrothed to Shen Wuming before she was born.

Shen Wuming's parents were once Chu Pingshan's close friends, but they died early and their family fell into decline.

Although Shen Wuming had never met Chu Youyi, he knew that Shoutinghou Mansion was a high-ranking family.

Ashamed of himself.

The two sides have not had any contact.

Chu Pingshan has no son, and Shouting Marquis Mansion has no prince, so Zhongshan Taishou wants Chu Youyi to marry his son.

After Chu Pingshan for a hundred years, he can also take over the foundation of Shouting Marquis Mansion.

Chu Youyi naturally refused for the foundation of the Marquis Mansion, and finally Song Nanzhu came up with a solution.

That is to let Chu Youyi marry Shen Wuming first.

By then, the rice has been cooked, and Zhongshan Taishou can only give up this idea.

Unexpectedly, after Shen Wuming learned the news, he did not want to be involved in the turmoil of the Marquis Mansion and fled on the eve of the wedding.

Song Nanzhu led people to look for it for a long time, and finally met the current Shen Wuming... He knows what happened next.

"But I am not the Shen Wuming they are talking about..."

Shen Wuming was full of doubts, but he did not dare to act rashly at this time.

But he can be 100% sure that he is definitely not Shen Wuming, nor is he a soul-crossing or something like that.

After all, judging from his clothes and hairstyle, it is certain that there is absolutely no such thing as possession of another's body as rumored.