No one knows how difficult it was for Zhu Sihuan to say those words.
However, after this reminder, people compared the poems that made Master Sihuan famous, and found that the writing style was similar to that of Master Qingzhu, and seemed to be written by the same person.
Students all over the world couldn't believe that Xu Zhuangyuan, whom they believed in, actually did the ghostwriting thing for others.
Since he can ghostwrite for others, he may also find someone to ghostwrite for him.
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they can sprout in an instant and grow into towering trees.
But this is not enough.
A letter was circulated in Fengjing. In it was a young man named Fufeng, chatting with Xu Mo about everything, people's livelihood and war situation, and sharing the past and present with Xu Mo.
The concept of war first and peace first mentioned by Xu Zhuangyuan in the palace examination was actually mentioned by the Fufeng boy first and then fully endorsed.
Fufeng?
Mr. Fufeng?
Someone came forward and mentioned that Mr. Fufeng was from Anshui County. He happened to have the same background as Xu Mo and had great talents. Could it be that Xu Mo's childhood scholar Jie Yuan was stolen from him?
This statement became popular as soon as it was launched and was affirmed by countless people.
Where there is one there are two, and when there are two there are three.
Layers of truth, envelopes circulated in the hands of students, and the testimony of Mr. Sihuan who did not hesitate to ruin his reputation. It turned out that the literati in the world hated Xu Mo as much as they supported him.
Originally, Fang Yuan hated the insults, but now they were about to be turned back on Xu Mo.
Qi Huai and An Jun got up again and rushed to the second courtyard.
Unlike Xu Mo who was left alone last time, this time Jiang Sheng and Wen Zhiyun were both there, but they couldn't get in the conversation because they didn't know much.
"Brother Xu, let Brother An be fooled. The Fang family is just flattering you and plotting against you." Qi Huai was so anxious that he broke his voice, "And that Zhu Sihuan actually beat you up, you have to clarify it quickly. Brother Xu, otherwise..."
Otherwise, you will be reviled by countless literati and students, and may even be infamy for thousands of years.
"This is the envelope that was delivered to me." An Jun was so nervous that his hands sweated frequently, but he didn't dare to rub them on the paper.
Xu Mo stretched out his hand to take it, and what he saw was the familiar hairpin and small regular script, as well as the caring conversation.
He remained silent and read slowly.
Jiang Sheng, on the other hand, was very anxious and circled around several people, "The second brother is not here, the third brother is not here, and the fifth brother is not here either. Now the Fang family is bullying the eldest brother, what should we do?"
"Jiang Sheng, please stop turning around." Wen Zhiyun said slowly, "I'm a little dizzy."
Jiang Sheng had no choice but to find a small stool and sit down angrily.
She thought about Fang Yuan's words when the lychee season was over. Could it be that this was the moment he was talking about?
"If I had known, I wouldn't have let him go. I would have caught him, beaten him, and then tied him up." The little girl gritted her teeth out of fear.
"Shh, don't talk. Listen to what brother says." Wen Zhiyun covered her mouth.
The brother and sister turned their heads at the same time and watched Xu Mo put down the envelope. They were lost for a long time.
If these letters were all left behind by the Wang family, does that mean that in addition to Zhu Sihuan, Wang Fufeng also betrayed their friendship?
That sickly, noble young man, would he really do this?
As if responding to them, Xu Mo finally said, "Part of it is Fufeng's handwriting, and part of it is imitation."
True and false, false and true.
Just like lies, 70% true and 30% false can deceive the vast majority of people.
"Are they really imitations?" An Jun asked timidly, "In my opinion, these handwritings were written by one person."
Zhu Sihuan, who did not forget to bring two hundred taels of silver even when visiting a doctor, was able to retort, and the betrayal of the others seemed to be reasonable.
After all, the Fang family is still one of the top aristocratic families.
"Even if it's really him, it's understandable." Qi Huai was still trying to change the situation.
Xu Mo shook his head firmly, "He won't."
Wang Fufeng didn't have much nostalgia in this world. His power was fleeting, and the Wang family was nothing but dirt. If he hadn't had some kind thoughts in his heart, or if he hadn't made a promise to his brother and sister.
He didn't even want to look at the world.
"Every household conversation is in Brother Fufeng's handwriting, but war-related matters are all imitated by latecomers." Xu Mo put away the letter, "This imitator is very skillful, and it would be difficult to tell the difference if I weren't very familiar with him."
Therefore, it is crucial to find this imitator.
An Jun and Qi Huai looked at each other and said in unison, "We are willing to help."
Xu Mo shook his head, "Since the Fang family is willing to destroy its reputation to pave the way for this imperial examination fraud, how could it be so easy for us to find imitators?"
He was more concerned about how the letters were circulated than this.
He even wanted to know if Wang Fufeng was okay.
It was also at this time that Xu Mo realized that he had not received a reply from Anshui County for a long time.
Counting the one half a month ago, there were a total of three letters that received no response.
He didn't know what happened to Wang Fufeng, nor what happened to the Wang family. He just felt uneasy, but had no way to help.
Geographical restrictions are one reason, and his current poor situation is another reason.
"Death to those bastards who cheated in the imperial examination." Someone shouted outside the hospital and threw in a piece of rotten melon.
Jiang Sheng was startled and reflexively blocked Wen Zhiyun.
Jiang San and Jiang Si rushed out quickly, but the man had disappeared.
"Back then, the Fang family had encountered shit." Qi Huai said sadly, "Brother Xu, it's your turn soon."
Fang Yuan was silent because he had a trump card, but they couldn't remain silent.
Jiang Sheng has two Jiuzhenfangs, and Wen Zhiyun's talented medical clinic cannot withstand any damage.
Zheng Ruqian also wants to do business with Guanglu Temple, and his fifth brother is hiding in seclusion.
They could not withstand the insults from scholars all over the world, nor could they withstand the consequences of being ruined. They were not willing to end the imperial examination and make wedding dresses for others in vain.
"Step on our brother and sister's bones and walk up." Xu Mo said calmly and coldly, "The Fang family is far away, don't even think about it."
Since the source of the letter could not be ascertained and Anshui County could not go back, he started with Zhu Sihuan and asked whether words spoken without conscience would hurt his throat!
In the next few days, Xu Mo repeatedly sent letters to the Zhu family, inviting Zhu Sihuan to meet at Wenchang Pavilion with great fanfare.
Zhu Sihuan was able to refuse at first, but the more times he did it, the more he would inevitably arouse suspicion.
"Since you have no guilt, why can't you identify me face to face?"
"Xu is willing to confront Brother Zhu and talk about the reasons for the poem."
"What is there that Brother Zhu doesn't dare to do? Is he afraid that what happened back then will be completely exposed? Or is he afraid that the Tao family girl will be disgusted and you will go back on your word and act like a villain?"
Zhu Sihuan's scalp was numb and he refused again, but received news from the Fang family asking him to attend Wenchang Pavilion.
Since Xu Zhuangyuan wants to be judged by the world's students, then send him to the gallows.
What is right and what is wrong must finally be judged.
The villain who stole the number one scholar should be despised by students all over the world.
"Go, Sihuan, crucify him on the pillar of shame, let him be infamy for eternity, and let him never recover."
