Xu Mo had already thought about it before coming.
Ask yourself, how discerning he is about people, and his friendship with Zhu Sihuan is also very close.
Not to mention the deception of Zhu Zhi, the kick in front of the Wenchang Pavilion, and the two hundred taels of silver that were needed at a critical moment. They were all unnecessary efforts, but they actually appeared.
In a person's life, those who come forward in glorious moments are profit-seekers, and those who extend a hand in miserable times are the real helping hands.
Perhaps they are separated by aristocratic families, interests, parents and grandparents.
But a sincere heart is hard to change.
Xu Mo was also prepared for this trip, with one hand quarreling with Zhu Sihuan and the other hand making concessions to each other.
He had thought about the story of romantic romance for a long time, not only to awaken the young man's conscience, but also to pave the way for his shattered reputation.
When this poignant story is known to countless people, the young man who works hard for love will always attract admiration, maybe slander, and maybe criticism, but it is always better than the embarrassing situation.
Zhu Sihuan suddenly understood that the moment he bravely proved himself, he not only helped Xu Mo, but also helped himself.
"Brother Xu." The young man choked and couldn't speak for several times, "I've already done this to you..."
"You are indeed telling the truth. Ghostwriting really happened." Xu Mo brought the topic back on track. "This is the only regretful thing Xu Mo has ever done in his life. Xu Mo is willing to bear the consequences."
Even if he is about to face criticism and the possible stains on his life path, he is fearless.
If you have done it, you have done it, and if you bear it, you will bear it.
But those things that haven’t been done or happened before are nonsense and don’t get him to admit them!
"I didn't expect Mr. Qingzhu to be a ghostwriter for others. It's no good that he is a member of my generation." There was indeed an indignant voice from the crowd.
Qi Huai and An Jun were both furious. Before they could say anything, a louder noise broke out.
"Young Master Qingzhu is also for the beauty of adulthood."
"The merits of a loving couple are greater than the faults."
"If you have the ability, try to complete the marriage with a poem."
Literary man, I love romantic affairs and believe in unparalleled true love.
Maybe ghostwriting will really become a flaw in Xu Mo's life, but the beauty of adulthood will also bring him new heights and praise.
A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise, and I can fully appreciate it at this moment.
In particular, the voices of admiration outweighed the voices of indignation, and the entire Wenchang Pavilion was in harmony, as if the fraud in the imperial examination and the filth of ghostwriting had been forgotten.
Jiang Sheng was also very happy and was about to rush out to buy a candied haws to celebrate.
A girl in a goose-yellow dress walked out of the Wenchang Pavilion. Her clear voice was like an ice sheath breaking through everything, and she pointed directly at Xu Mo, "What a hypocrite. You make ghostwriting sound so fresh and refined."
The originally cheerful atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
The goose-yellow girl took advantage of the victory and pursued her, "Only a habitual ghostwriter like you can pick up this kind of thing and put it down gently. With so many people's praise and the trust of so many friends, are you really not feeling guilty?"
After saying that, he looked at Zhu Sihuan sympathetically and said, "Sir, please wake up. Your sincerity can be contained in just a few words. This person is really not what you see."
Everything he said was full of accusations.
Someone opened his mouth to refute, but found that what she said made sense.
I originally thought there was going to be a big battle today, but in the end, Master Qingzhu convinced Master Sihuan with just a few words, and he in turn was willing to testify for him.
This, this, this... no matter what, you can't escape if you are very scheming.
Zhu Sihuan was stunned on the spot, his pupils turning left and right, obviously thinking rapidly.
Qi Huai and An Jun were furious and accused each other in unison, "Who are you, talking nonsense here?"
The goose-yellow girl avoided answering, and if she pointed out something, "It seems that Young Master Qingzhu is really good. Not only did he coax the Young Master of the Zhu family, but he also obeyed his orders, the legitimate son of the Minister of Rites. What kind of humble student is this, who can be so powerful?" ?”
She was meaningful and had something in her words that moved everyone's mood.
Jiang Sheng in the crowd couldn't bear it anymore, clenched his fists and wanted to curse.
Xu Mo came back to his senses in time, covered his sister's mouth, and said lightly, "Who am I asking? It turns out that an old friend from Anshui County is here. Miss Wang, is Brother Fufeng okay?"
I think they left Anshui County early because of Wang Yuyao's endless schemes.
Unexpectedly, I saw him again in Fengjing after nearly three years.
It's still a cunning and vicious plan, but with the addition of Fang Yuan's plan, it seems more comprehensive and sophisticated.
For example, letting Zhu Sihuan leak the script of the time would shake the reputation of Mr. Qingzhu and lead to subsequent doubts.
For example, Zhu Sihuan was asked to come to Wenchang Pavilion for a confrontation, knowing that he would be persuaded, and in turn used this persuasion to highlight the deep scheming of Mr. Qingzhu and trigger a new round of doubts.
From the beginning to the end, the Fang family had no intention of counting on Mr. Sihuan to overthrow Xu Mo. All they wanted was to smear Xu Mo's image and create more doubts and fog.
The parties concerned had obviously thought of this, and their faces were full of surprise and uncertainty.
Xu Mo gave him a look and shook his head gently before Zhu Sihuan could bear it.
"You still have the nerve to ask your brother?" Wang Yuyao sneered, "You are a little thief who stole and deceived my brother. You used brotherhood to trick my cousin into ghostwriting for you. Over the years, you have gained fame and wealth and even reached the top position. , why do you still have the nerve to mention my cousin?"
"What do you mean by that?" Xu Mo frowned.
Wang Yuyao said word by word, "What I mean is that my brother is dying because of your lingering illness. It was all your fault. He should have been a more outstanding young master of Fufeng. He should have been remembered in history, but you took him away alive." Half your reputation! You hypocrite! You little fame-stealing thief!"
There were a lot of words, but only the key words remained in Xu Mo's mind.
"Lingering on the sick bed", "I can't do it anymore".
He vaguely remembered Wang Fufeng's promise not to let Wang Yuyao enter Fengjing before she was born. However, she showed up before the Chinese New Year, and promoted the imperial examination fraud case. It was obvious that it was not just a matter of time.
That's right, if Brother Fufeng is really okay, he will definitely control this daughter of the Wang family.
Only if something happens to him will she be asked to come to Fengjing in advance.
So much time has passed, is he okay, is he still conscious?
Even though he was as calm as Xu Mo, he still felt uncontrollable anxiety at this moment. He couldn't wait to open his mouth and wanted to ask clearly.
Wang Yuyao took the opportunity to shout loudly, "Your young master Qingzhu is guilty, he is scared, he is a thief, he stole other people's poems, and also stole other people's top prizes."
After saying that, he immediately took out the letter from his sleeve.
"I am Wang Fufeng's sister. I have a roadmap and identity certificate. He was unwilling to be deceived all these years and asked me to come to Fengjing to seek his innocence. You can take a look and see clearly my brother's blood and tears. You can’t be deceived anymore.”
She is really scheming, even Wang Fufeng's safety is in her plan.
However, the scholar saw Xu Mo's urgency with his own eyes, and then looked at the tears in his hands while muttering to himself, and his already fragile heart was shaken again.
"Master Fufeng is indeed excellent in literary talent, and his sister's words can never be false."
"Master Qingzhu is really worried. It doesn't seem like he is faking it. Is he scared?"
"Other people's biological sisters have come here to expose him, who can still believe his words? Can he kiss a brother and sister again?"
"It's so abominable to even steal poems that linger on a person in bed. This kind of person is not worthy of being our number one scholar."
"Who should I believe in this?"
The crowd started talking again, with confusion, partiality, indignation, and confusion everywhere.
On the contrary, Xu Mo became quiet again.
"Brother Xu, don't be in a daze. What are you going to do?" Qi Huai and An Jun were like two ants on a hot pot. "Is it possible to let them slander us?"
"This situation is too difficult to break. Everything before was just a foreshadowing. The identity of Wang Fufeng's sister is the trump card." Zhu Sihuan murmured, "If this continues, Brother Xu's reputation will be ruined and will be criticized by thousands of people."
After several reversals, the public's impression was bad, and Xu Mo would only fall into a deeper and darker hell.
Unless there is stronger evidence to clear all his reputation.
But who can?
It’s just the parties involved.
At the entrance of the crowded Wenchang Pavilion, a sickly young man let out a long sigh.
"Brother Xu, your fate is really rough."
