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

Song Nanzhu had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Although he cursed, he turned around and walked towards Shen Wuming's yard.

Shen Wuming walked in front of everyone and said, "Since this is a poetry meeting, I also have a work!"

With the previous preparation, everyone had a direct feeling of Shen Wuming's level.

When they heard that he had a work to show, the whole audience was silent, and everyone looked at Shen Wuming with bright eyes.

Chu Youyi's beautiful eyes also fell on him, with a gentle expression, not unhappy as Song Nanzhu worried.

I don't know what she was thinking.

"Sister Chu, what poems does your brother-in-law have?" A girl from a noble family pulled Chu Youyi's sleeve.

Chu Youyi shook her head, "I don't know either."

"How is that possible?" The girl from the noble family didn't believe it, "Wouldn't my brother-in-law write all his poems to you?"

"And you guys live together day and night, sleeping in the same room, how could you not know?"

When Chu Youyi heard this, she looked a little reluctant and smiled, "I really don't know."

She couldn't help but feel a little depressed, not knowing whether it was because of the poem title Shen Wuming gave Cui Zu'e just now, or because of what the girl said just now...

They weren't in the same room.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Shen Wuming gave that poem title...

Chu Youyi's emotions were very complicated, but her face was still dignified and very generous.

"I don't want you to help me appreciate this poem, but I want to give it to my wife under your witness."

Shen Wuming coughed lightly, and his voice came out slowly, and everyone was stunned.

Most of the scholars who took the autumn exam this time were here, weren't they here to discuss poetry... and blind dates?

Shen Wuming, on the other hand, just used them as capital for dating, right?

We are also part of your play?

How could there be such a person?

Everyone cursed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show anything. Instead, they had some expectations.

Before, Shen Wuming had no purpose, and the poems he wrote were so amazing. What about the poems of confession?

As for the women from noble families, they were all moved beyond words at this moment, and some of them were in tears.

"Brother-in-law is so good."

"If someone is willing to write poems for me at the poetry meeting, no matter how bad they are, I will marry him."

"It's love (Sichuan dialect)."

Chu Youyi's expression was dull. She thought Shen Wuming had some works hidden from her, but now it seems...

"It seems that you really don't know, sister." The girl from the noble family just now grabbed Chu Youyi's sleeve.

"Brother-in-law is going to give you a surprise. How could he not tell you?"

Chu Youyi's eyebrows softened, the corners of her mouth curled slightly, but her eyes were as bright as peach blossoms, and she was very expectant.

"Brother Shen, write quickly, we have been waiting for so long."

Under the urging of everyone, Shen Wuming picked up the brush and wrote it down quickly. Cui Zu'e and others gathered around.

During this period, Shen Wuming also practiced calligraphy. Although it was not the best, it was also among the best.

After all, with the system in hand, learning things is fast.

"Standing on the dangerous tower, the wind is gentle, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the grass color and smoke, who will lean on the railing without words."

"I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but forced happiness is still tasteless. I will never regret that my clothes are getting loose, and I am exhausted for her."

Cui Zu'e read out word by word, and at the end, her voice was raised and her expression was slightly excited.

It was like an athlete seeing his teammate win the Olympic gold medal.

And everyone couldn't help but recall...

This is a poem by Liu Yong, and Shen Wuming remembered it very clearly.

Because when he was doing small business before, he copied this poem as an advertisement and posted it at the door of the store.

Although this is a ci, it has already appeared in the Northern Han Dynasty, but the mainstream is still poetry and fu.

In history, it also took shape in the Liang Dynasty of the Southern Dynasties, and quzi ci had already appeared in the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Shen Wuming's work does not seem strange...

What's more, with the level of this ci, even if it does not have this form, it is enough for everyone to admire.

"I will never regret my clothes getting looser, and I will become haggard for her."

Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, at this moment, it seems that a pair of lovers have appeared in front of them, becoming haggard for love.

That kind of determination, that kind of sacrifice, that kind of sincerity, that kind of purity...

Until a mudslide appeared.

"What? Your last poem is about the bridal chamber, and this poem is about loosening clothes... Tsk tsk tsk, it's too vulgar."

Song Nanzhu walked in holding a bunch of bright red peonies, and heard the recitation of the crowd, and couldn't help but sneer.

Everyone turned their heads woodenly and looked at Song Nanzhu. Where did this rough man come from?

"Ahem." Shen Wuming cleared his throat twice, walked forward and snatched the peony from her arms.

He had prepared this long ago, and originally intended to thank Chu Youyi for helping him organize this poetry meeting.

Now he used it in advance.

This peony took a lot of effort, after all, it blooms at the turn of spring and summer.

Previously, I asked Cao Zhuyu to use some Mohist methods to stimulate the seeds to bloom.

"Go play somewhere else, dear."

Shen Wuming ignored Song Nanzhu, the illiterate, and returned to Chu Youyi with the flower in his hand, "Madam, do you like this poem?"

Chu Youyi looked at the flower in front of her, and then looked up at Shen Wuming, her eyes bright, because they were covered with a thin layer of tears.

"I like it." Chu Youyi took the flower, and regardless of the public, she tapped Shen Wuming's face lightly.

"Alas..."

The scholars howled like ghosts, the pain of watching their goddess marry and show affection in front of them enveloped their whole bodies.

"What? What's so good about this poem?"

Song Nanzhu still didn't understand. Shen Wenming's poems were so vulgar, why did these people like it?

"Sister Song, do you think there is a possibility that the belt here is getting wider and wider refers to the brother-in-law getting thinner because of lovesickness?"

The girls in Chu Youyi's circle were used to Song Nanzhu's illiteracy and explained beside her.

"Is that what you mean? What about the last wedding night?" Song Nanzhu still thought Shen Wuming was very vulgar.

"That means that a woman still stays alone in the boudoir after getting married..."

The woman talked for a long time before Song Nanzhu finally accepted this explanation, then frowned and rushed up again.

"Shen Wuming, what is the name of this poem?" Song Nanzhu was still pulling the pigtail.

"Yes, what name do you want to give this poem?" Chu Youyi blinked her beautiful eyes.

"It's called Butterfly Love Flower." Shen Wuming blurted out. He still remembered the name of the poem.

But he forgot the specific name.

However, the name of Butterfly Love Flower had not appeared at this time, so everyone took it as the name of this poem.

After savoring it carefully, they gave Shen Wuming a thumbs up.

"You still have to learn to flirt with girls from my brother Shen."

"Butterfly Love Flower, just write love in the front..."

"Every word says lovesickness, but there is no lovesickness, every word says love, but there is no love... high, really high."

Amid the praises of everyone, this poetry meeting finally ended.

When Shen Wuming's "Butterfly Love Flower" was passed on by word of mouth, the snacks of Shoutinghou Mansion were also mentioned.

There is also the beet sugar from Cao's workshop, which made everyone linger and asked people to go out to buy it.

As a result, after walking around the city, only Cao's workshop was the only one selling it, and no other shop had it.

With such a big commotion, other workshops naturally rushed to collect ox-skinned vegetables to make sugar like cats smelling blood.

As a result, after visiting the entire Zhongshan County, they found that the ox-skinned vegetables that were originally unsaleable had already been bought by Cao's workshop.

If you want to buy it, you can only travel hundreds of miles to the next county. The cost is high.

All the workshop owners gathered together and could only sigh and watch Cao's workshop make money.

However, Shen Wuming completely stayed out of it, restored his peaceful life, and continued to prepare for the autumn exam.

The only change is that my wife is more gentle to me... She was very gentle to begin with, and now she is even more gentle.

It was late at night.

Shen Wuming finished discussing poetry with his wife and was about to send him back to his room, but Chu Youyi held his hand.

"Husband, let's consummate our marriage..."