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

"Brother, if you really don't remember anything, why not go back to your previous residence and take a look, maybe you will remember it?"

Pei Zian had stayed in Shoutinghou Mansion for so long, and he also knew about Shen Wuming's previous amnesia.

At this moment, he suddenly suggested.

Shen Wuming's face was slightly condensed, but Chu Pingshan beside him also nodded, "This is a good idea."

Shen Wuming actually didn't want to go and see it, but everyone was worried about his condition and unanimously supported it.

It's not easy for him to act too exclusive.

But now he doesn't even know where he stayed before. Fortunately, Butler Wu and Xiaohua remembered the way.

This is a dilapidated short house outside the city, with a small courtyard surrounded by fences and sparsely populated areas.

Shen Wuming came to the door, looked at the lock above, and said softly, "Open it."

Immediately the lock lever popped out, and the Confucian magical power followed his words and opened the door without a key.

"I'll go in and take a look alone."

Shen Wuming turned around and said something, then took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked into the small courtyard.

No one has taken care of it for several months, and the yard has become covered with a lot of moss and dry weeds.

The door was locked, but he followed his words and quickly opened the lock and entered.

There are only three rooms in total, and the area is not large. They are all made of earthen walls, but they are kept extremely clean and tidy.

Even if it is covered with dust at this time, you can still see that it was well organized before.

There are several chairs in the main hall, and in the middle hangs a red letter with the six characters "Heaven and Earth, Lord, Relative and Teacher" written on it.

Other than that, there was just a teapot and cups on the table.

The room on the left is the kitchen. There are no leftovers, but there is still some rice in the rice vat and there is water in the water vat.

The room on the right is the bedroom and also the study room. Except for the bed, the other places are filled with books.

It was a completely unfamiliar environment, but Shen Wuming felt a little familiar inexplicably, and his expression was a little dazed.

"this……"

Shen Wuming shook his head, looked at the books around him, and flipped through them. They were all Confucian classics.

Or some annotations or something like that.

But he was also a little curious about this person who was exactly like him, even with the same name.

Putting down the book in his hand, he turned to look at the drawer on the table. When he opened it, he saw that there were some manuscript papers.

However, what is written above does not seem to be a Confucian classic, but a kind of...

"Simplified Chinese?"

Shen Wuming suddenly felt a numbness covering his whole body, and he suddenly felt that his time travel was not that simple.

The characters in this world do have the model of Chinese characters, which are similar to the traditional characters of the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Folks also use individual simplified Chinese characters, such as dining party written as 歺, but it is definitely like this...the whole text is simplified.

You know, people across the Taiwan Strait are still using traditional Chinese characters. How is it possible... that there are simplified Chinese characters in this world?

Shen Wuming can guarantee that if you take out these manuscript papers, no one outside will recognize them all.

"this……"

He tried to see what was written on it, and it seemed that it was just some drafts.

Either it was Confucian classics or arithmetic, as if he was really preparing for the imperial examination seriously.

"What's going on?"

Shen Wuming felt a little uncomfortable, and an unknown fear enveloped his mind.

He suddenly felt that along the way, he felt like an invisible hand was influencing his destiny.

From time to time, he met Song Nanzhu, and then married Chu Youyi, and the matter of the golden crane was solved logically.

Then I met Cao Juyu, came into contact with the Mohist family, prepared for the exam, and then won the gold medal.

It went so well.

The only minor setback he encountered might be that a few people arranged by Ma Baoshan came over and wanted to fuck him.

But he was kicked away by Song Nanzhu.

"What's going on? What's going on..."

The manuscript paper in Shen Wuming's hand fell to the ground. He rubbed his head, but he couldn't figure it out?

He even felt a sense of panic at this time.

Could it be that "Shen Wuming" was behind all of this?

Then one day will appear and take away everything he has...

If it was when he first started traveling, he would not be afraid at all, and would even be willing to return to the previous world.

But now, although it was only a few months ago, he had a father-in-law, a mother-in-law, a wife, and good friends like Song Nanzhu and Cao Juyu.

But now it all seemed to be telling him that it was all arranged and could be lost at any time.

"No……"

Shen Wuming's mind was fluctuating. No matter what the reason was, he would definitely protect everything he had now.

Although most of his life experience was spent in another world.

There are the dean and grandfather, many volunteer uncles and aunts, and my own brothers and sisters...

Only there is no home.

Even though they are very kind to me, I always treat them as family.

After making money, except for the operating funds and his own living expenses, everything was sent to the orphanage.

But in the final analysis, there is no home!

At this moment, he suddenly figured it out.

It turned out that in such a short time at Shoutinghou Mansion, he had something that he had dreamed of in his previous life.

That's home!

"No matter who dares to take away everything I have now, they are enemies of life and death..."

Shen Wuming murmured in his heart.

He stood there for an unknown amount of time, and there were footsteps outside.

"Husband."

Chu Youyi pushed open the door and saw that his expression was a little strange, and a trace of worry appeared on her face.

Husband didn't want to get married before, so he ran away. Could it be that he remembered it? Then he would...

When Chu Youyi thought of this, her face turned pale. She swallowed her saliva, walked forward, and gently hugged Shen Wuming's waist.

"Husband, do you remember it?"

"No." Shen Wuming wanted to smile, but the muscles on his face seemed to be tense and he couldn't pull it.

"It's okay, whether you remember it or not, it won't change our current life, husband, don't you think?"

When she said this, Chu Youyi's phoenix eyes stared at Shen Wuming, and her hands around his waist couldn't help but exert a little force.

"Yes!" Shen Wuming nodded heavily and looked at his wife, "No matter what happens, it won't change us."

He didn't know whether this sentence was said to Chu Youyi or to himself, but it was what he thought in his heart.

When he walked out of the courtyard, Shen Wuming suddenly felt like a thief, and a thief who would never look back.

In his sleeve, there was also a thick stack of manuscript paper, which was the manuscript paper with simplified Chinese characters.

He always felt that seeing these simplified Chinese characters in the room was not accidental, and there must be some reason.

But he couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it. He took it back and had plenty of time to study it slowly.