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

Listening to her best friend's words, a complex look flashed in Chu Youyi's eyes, and then she sighed leisurely.

"Nan Zhu, you and I grew up together. Don't you still understand me?"

"Do I look like that kind of jealous woman?"

"But even if you're not jealous, could it be..." A trace of displeasure flashed in Song Nanzhu's eyes.

Chu Youyi smiled, her charming lips curled up in a curved arc, "My husband is a person who does great things!"

"Then what?"

"A person who does great things, a strong man, will inevitably attract many women."

"So you don't take it seriously?"

"I just think it makes sense for these women to do great things for their husbands."

When Chu Youyi said this, she counted it with her fingers for Song Nanzhu, but her expression remained calm.

"My Shoutinghou Mansion can be considered a wealthy family, but it is far from a famous family. The help I can provide to my husband is limited."

"But what about the woman next to my husband? Cao Zhuyu, or Pei Zian..."

"Behind them are the Cao family, the most powerful in the world, and the Pei family, second only to the four great families."

Speaking of this, Chu Youyi's lips curved into an interesting smile, "I'm even thinking about whether I can help Cui Zu'e and her husband pull the red line?"

"That's the Cui family, one of the four great clans. When the time comes, my husband..."

"Chu Youyi, are you out of your mind?" Song Nanzhu put his hands on Chu Youyi's shoulders, "What on earth are you thinking?"

"That's what I think." Chu Youyi said calmly.

However, Song Nanzhu discovered that his best friend, who was always gentle and generous, had a hint of darkness in her eyes.

"You...I don't care about you anymore." Song Nanzhu pushed his best friend away angrily, turned around and sat aside to sulk.

Chu Youyi looked at her with a hint of meaning in her eyes.

Song Nanzhu was indeed her best friend, but there were some things that this guy with only one brain couldn't understand.

For example, every time Cao Zhuyu and Pei Zian come over, I am so enthusiastic. Is it really just because I play with them?

Or the original poetry meeting.

I have always been indifferent to emotions and anger, is it really so easy to be angered by Ma Lanhua's few words, and then come up with her husband's poems?

"If you weren't my best friend..."

Chu Youyi looked at Song Nanzhu and murmured to herself that she knew the identity of her best friend very well.

It seems that he has nothing to do all day long, so he just runs to the Hou Mansion, but in this era, how many people can do nothing?

This Miss Song's family background is not inferior to hers at all, or even worse.

That Song Huaien, Mr. Song, was a famous general on par with his father back then.

For many years, he has been in the military and has developed a considerable influence...

"If my father hadn't been..."

Thinking of what happened back then, Chu Youyi secretly clenched her fists, with a flash of resentment in her eyes.

The reason why she is so open-minded and even so sinister is because of that incident back then.

At that time, my father was in his prime, only thirty years old, and he was already serving as a left-guard general in the capital.

This is not a general with a random title like General Guangwu, but a proper general with a heavy title.

In charge of the imperial army besides the Sixth Army of the Emperor - the Left Army of the Wuwei Army.

Everyone can foresee that Chu Pingshan will definitely become one of the twelve generals of the country in the future.

Even one of the six Zhuguo generals.

But in the end, the tree fell and the hozens scattered, and the wall fell and everyone pushed...

"I will never let my husband go through that kind of pain again, and I will definitely help him manage the backyard well..."

Chu Youyi secretly made up her mind, if she could have a few powerful little mothers back then...

It's all because my father is too innocent.

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"No, you actually made me wait? Do you know how busy your father is? He earns millions of taels of silver every minute..."

Cao Zijing was sitting in the hall of Cao's workshop, picking up a cup of tea, but he really had no intention of drinking it, so he could only put it back on the table.

Walking back and forth in the hall, frowning, looking at his daughter with her elbows turned outward.

"I told you, Mr. Shen is taking an exam. No matter how busy you are, you can't miss a day or two."

"If it delays his exam, it will be a big deal. It's okay... Just wait for two more days."

Cao Zhuyu smiled and stepped forward to hold her father's arm and persuade him gently.

Cao Zijing snorted coldly, "You know I'm currently discussing the silk business in Houshu!"

"When I heard you talking about this, I rushed over in a hurry, but you asked me to wait?"

"I think you are really rebelling against Tiangang. You don't know who the father is, right? And you are doing it for a little kid who is already married?"

"I'm telling you, are you serious? I introduced you to so many handsome young people, but you didn't like any of them, but you fell in love with him?"

"What are you talking about?" Cao Zhuyu's face turned pale and she stamped her feet shyly, "Why are you attracted to him?"

"I just saw that Mr. Shen was talented, and then I wanted to walk around with him more. Don't talk nonsense."

"Am I talking nonsense?" Cao Zijing pointed at himself, "Did I say this? Who in Zhongshan County doesn't know about it now?"

"Listen to the rumors outside. They are all saying that you, Cao Juyu, have been embraced by him and become a beauty."

"That's all nonsense. I don't know anything about it. Do you believe others or your daughter?" Cao Zhuyu argued.

"Haha! I believe the truth!"

Cao Zijing sneered: "Who goes to Shoutinghou Mansion every day? And you take him to the Mohist gathering?"

"Even when Pei Yuan asked him for help, you followed him happily. Does this have anything to do with you?"

"I...we are colleagues. I went to help Lord Pei, not Mr. Shen." Cao Zhuyu's tone was a little weak.

"Do you think I will believe it?" Cao Zijing rolled his eyes, "Your mother died early, and I raised you with my own hands!"

"What kind of character are you, don't I know as your father? If you don't like me, even the Minister of Works can't order you around."

"You..."

"Then tell me what to do. I just like a married man. Do you want to kick me out of the house?"

Cao Zhuyu really had nothing to say. He sat on the chair angrily, crossed his arms, and yelled a few words with his neck stiff.

But then he lay on the table, scratched his eyes with his hands, and cried.

"It's all because my mother died early, otherwise, my life wouldn't be so hard!"

"Mom, I miss you, it would be nice if you were here..."

Cao Zijing, who was about to explode, was stunned, rubbed his hands, walked to Cao Zhuyu, and pulled her shoulder.

"Don't pretend with me, you...you can cry your heart out, but this matter is not okay, it's a disgrace to the family..."

He wanted to continue, but then he saw Cao Zhuyu raised her head, her eyes were full of little pearls.

"Cao, go away. I have brought disgrace upon our family. You should just sever your ties with me and pretend that you never gave birth to me."

"I will fend for myself. If I cannot survive any longer, I will crash into my mother's tombstone and die."

"When the time comes, you will be satisfied. You can marry more concubines and no one will care about you or say anything about you."

"When the time comes, if you have more sons, they can inherit your property. Anyway, you don't need me to take care of you in your old age..."

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