With the encouraging words still in his ears, Zhu Sihuan stepped into Wenchang Pavilion in confusion.
The originally noisy and bustling literati palace was now extremely quiet.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the center, where sat a young man in green robe, calm and dignified, upright and dignified.
The hard work he put in for the past six months has finally taken effect. Although Mr. Qingzhu's reputation is arousing doubts, the results he has produced are solid. Those ancient poems and lines, and the writing of the dragon, no one can sigh.
People at that time loved to be preconceived. Even if some people fanned the flames, some students still firmly believed that they would be loyal to and protect Mr. Qingzhu.
Qi Huai and An Jun stood on his left and right, while Jiang Sheng and Wen Zhiyun stood close behind him.
The young man who has been immersed in officialdom for more than half a year, is somewhat similar to the adults he has seen.
No, he is already an adult.
A sixth-grade editor.
Zhu Sihuan walked over in a daze, not knowing who called out, and everyone's eyes focused on him again.
Xu Mo, who was sitting upright, raised his head and called out lightly, "Brother Zhu is here."
It was as if they had never been at odds with each other, as if they were still in the same situation as before. Although they were in hostile camps, they still communicated and admired each other sincerely.
"Xu...Brother Xu." Zhu Sihuan squeezed out the words from his throat, "Are you okay?"
Qi Huai snorted beside him and said nothing.
If it were Zhao Yuan, he would probably have scolded him.
The four of them are friends who first met each other. Although they have strong thoughts about each other and are mixed with other thoughts, after all, they are all high-spirited young people, and they are still somewhat sincere.
Especially Zhu Sihuan, because of Zhu Zhi, and because of the Tao girl, the two of them formed a deep friendship. Although they couldn't stay close due to the Zhu family's identity, they still tried their best to help.
Zhu Sihuan was 30% responsible for Zhu Zhi's death.
Those two hundred taels of silver were even more hot.
How did it get to this point?
How could they turn against each other?
Zhu Sihuan's mind became more and more confused. He remembered the cold inquiry from the chief branch and the persuasive tone of his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Even his wife Tao asked with tears in her eyes, "What do you want, you are from the Zhu family."
Being born into the Zhu family, one can only contribute to the Zhu family and be the lackey of the Fang family.
The rift between aristocratic families is deeper than imagined.
In the past, he was too naive, always thinking that he could make friends in private, always thinking that he could sit on a high platform if he was affiliated with others, but when he married a girl from the Tao family, he became the bridge between the Tao family and the Zhu family.
He couldn't hide.
"I'm fine." Xu Mo sat in front of the long table. There was no emotion or anger on Qing Jun's face. "Brother Zhu, I can see that you are a little unwell."
The two of them exchanged pleasantries like this, which was no different than ordinary friends.
"I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me." Zhu Sihuan reluctantly replied.
Qi Huai rolled his eyes at the side, "Of course you are very good. The name of Young Master Sihuan was originally promoted to get a wife. Now that your sweet wife is pregnant and has nothing to worry about, she has overturned the boat that brought you there in the first place. .”
The student next to him had a solemn expression and held his breath while listening to the gossip.
"Yes, but I..." Zhu Sihuan said cruelly, "But I just told the truth."
Ghostwriting was indeed a thing, but he had no choice but to destroy his own name, and he was also traumatized.
It is equivalent to damaging oneself by 800 and injuring the enemy by 1,000.
Although Master Sihuan's reputation has gradually weakened in the past two years, it is still a good name. He has relied on this reputation to thrive in Wenchang Pavilion. Now if he smashes it hastily, he will only get countless ridicules.
Students are fair to despise anyone who cheats and ghostwrites, and fair to scold those who are in vain.
"So Brother Zhu told such a truth just to destroy Xu?" Xu Mo stood up, his eyebrows calm, "This is the task assigned to you by the Zhu family, right? Since I have already told it, why not tell everyone in detail? .”
He turned around and told the students present a poignant story of love.
The male protagonist is a minor branch of a wealthy family and does not have enough talent and learning to pass the imperial examination. The girl he loves can only marry a direct descendant who does all kinds of evil just because he is an imperial examination.
The young man was unwilling to accept it, but then he found out that the evil-doing direct descendant actually raised a bastard outside the house, which made his beloved girl feel aggrieved and could not bear to let her fall into the swamp.
Provoking the existence of an outside family is the first step, and begging friends to ghostwrite poems is the second step. When enough fame rises, the girl's family is finally moved and allows the marriage between the two.
Xu Mo's tone was calm and cold, and he told stories in a leisurely and unhurried manner, making the rough stories soul-stirring and immersing countless students.
People who are full of emotions can even shed tears for the two people who finally got married, and for the young man who worked hard to love each other.
Is there anything wrong with pursuing what you want?
If he is really at fault, it is that he resorted to unscrupulous means and chose a ghostwriter to gain a reputation that did not belong to him.
But if it is covered with a sad veil of love, it will climb to a new height in the hearts of literati who long for romance.
"He is ghostwriting just for the girl he loves. With a husband like this, what more can a woman ask for?" Someone said impassionedly, "The girl in this story is so happy. How is she doing?"
Xu Mo didn't answer and turned to look at Zhu Sihuan who was already crying.
"Okay, she's very good." The young man in the story raised his head, tears finally flowing down his face, "She said that it is important to raise a person, but a man who knows both coldness and warmth is more important. Although branches are not as valuable as direct descendants, they can still help. She holds up a sunny sky.”
If he didn't have deep feelings, how could he grit his teeth and harm his friends just for the sake of his wife?
If it weren't for the fear of losing, how could he make a mistake at every step?
"Brother Xu, I am willing to confess everything. It was I who asked you to write it, and I was the one who added insult to injury to you." Zhu Sihuan bit his gums, "I don't want to say that there is nothing I can do about it. I can only tell the world that the poem that made me famous is indeed from The hand of Young Master Qingzhu.”
His words were more of a clarification than adding insult to injury.
Put all the blame on yourself and let Xu Mo get out of the mud.
At least, it was written in his own hand, wasn't it?
The crowd was in commotion again, and comments were coming and going.
"Although Mr. Sihuan hired someone to write for him, his emotions moved the world deeply. It is understandable."
"If a poem can bring back the girl I love, I will definitely kowtow to Mr. Qingzhu."
"Since it is confirmed that Mr. Qingzhu is the ghostwriter, does that mean that his poems were written by his own hands, and there is no other ghostwriter."
"That's right. It seems that Mr. Qingzhu is too powerful. A poem can be exchanged for a lover to stay together."
It's not a curse, it's not contempt, it's not contempt, and there's no malice.
The overwhelming emotion made Zhu Sihuan freeze on the spot.
How could this happen?
He raised his head and met the smile in Xu Mo's eyes.
