He lost his parents at the age of twelve, was bedridden several times, was repeatedly made things difficult for him during the childbirth examination, was forced to leave his hometown after the imperial examination, had his results changed in the general examination, and is still being plotted and slandered now. It can be said that he has experienced everything in the world.
From this perspective, Xu Mo is undoubtedly in trouble.
But when he thinks about his tense younger brother behind him, his forbearing younger sister like a calf, and his three worried friends, as well as his title of No. 1 Scholar and his rank, he seems to be lucky again.
Many people have encountered the same ups and downs as Xu Mo, but they did not have the results that Xu Mo has now.
In the final analysis, it is his perseverance, his wisdom to move forward bravely, his unyielding persistence, and his kind and upright conduct.
Even at this moment, with the hustle and bustle around him, scholars and scholars moving around like grass on the wall, and friends and relatives caring and worrying, the first thing he thought about was not himself, but the sick and weak young master.
The solid promises of the past are still in my ears, and the close friends I met in the mountains and rivers linger on my sick bed.
Even though he knew that his friend was born with shortcomings, even though he knew that his friend was sad for twenty years, he still couldn't help but feel sad from the bottom of his heart at this moment.
"I'm here today to seek justice for my eldest brother. I want this thief to be ruined and get out of Fengjing!" Wang Yuyao's voice sounded at the right time.
Countless scholars were emotionally moved, and their Adam's apples trembled wildly, "Get out of Fengjing."
"Thief, get out of Fengjing!"
"The imperial examination cannot be cheated, and the truth will be revealed to the world sooner or later."
"Xu Mo get out of Fengjing and return to Fufeng glory."
People who don't have their own wisdom and order can blow their brains with just a few words, and believe stubbornly and firmly in front of them.
How much they supported Xu Mo before, they now slander Xu Mo.
They shouted loudly, as if they were complaining about the unfairness of the imperial examination, and they seemed to be complaining about the pain they encountered in life. They caught this gaping outlet and surged wildly.
Jiang Sheng burst into tears beside him, Wen Zhiyun tremblingly pushed away the student who wanted to pounce on him, Qi Huaian Anjun and Zhu Sihuan used their bodies to set up a human wall to protect the upright young man.
Countless roaring faces turned into man-eating mouths, vowing to swallow up the truth.
Wang Yuyao admired the result with satisfaction, and her heart dropped back into her chest. Fang Yuan should have acknowledged the engagement this time.
She was in such a happy mood that she didn't notice that the students at the door were evacuated at some point, and Wang Fufeng walked into Wenchang Pavilion with the support of his loyal servants and family members.
Facing the harsh calls and excited crowd, he took a deep breath and spoke with all his strength, "Everyone, please calm down."
The young master's voice is clear and clear, like the bright moon and sparse stars, like the gurgling stream.
It's a pity that there is noisy surroundings, but the creek flows into the sea, making little waves.
He was not discouraged and kept calling, "Everyone, calm down."
"Everyone, please calm down."
Slowly, the crowd began to fall silent nearby, and countless literati and scholars stopped talking in astonishment as if the heat met the coolness, the scorching heat met the ice and snow.
Wang Yuyao also turned her head, and when she saw the person who was supposed to be lingering on the sickbed, she was so shocked that she could hardly stand still, "Brother, you... why are you here? How could you appear in Fengjing?"
The young master lowered his eyelashes and said calmly, "Everything is possible."
The people around looked at each other in surprise, not understanding what was going on.
He seized the opportunity and handed over his hands with a faint smile, "I have met all my classmates and friends. My Majesty Wang Fufeng, thanks to the students who have never given up, gave me the title of Young Master Fufeng."
Therefore, the living Mr. Fufeng appeared.
The crowd suddenly became noisy.
Wenchang Pavilion has produced several young masters. No matter where they live, people know about them and talk about them. For example, Mr. Qingzhu and Mr. Sihuan are admired by students all over the world and often talk loudly.
Only Mr. Fufeng is mysterious and unpredictable. No one has ever seen his true face, let alone talking about the past and the present, which makes him feel comfortable.
Some people say that Mr. Fufeng is probably a concubine and should not be exposed to the public.
Some people say that Mr. Fufeng is not in good health and may die young.
Others say that Mr. Fufeng is a fake name created by everyone to enjoy the popularity of young students.
Precisely because he is too mysterious, he has gradually been regarded as the leader of the young masters in recent years. Even the outrageous rumors that "he is a ghostwriter for Mr. Qingzhu" have some students willing to believe it.
After all, people have endless imaginations about people and things they don't understand.
The more I imagine it, the more mysterious it becomes, and the more mysterious and unpredictable it becomes. In the end, I don’t even know how to write the historical facts.
Fortunately, he showed up.
The real Mr. Fufeng is here!
The young master is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slim and sickly figure. His cheeks are clear and handsome, clean and warm. He is dressed in thick fur, and a circle of fox fur around his neck gives him an unparalleled nobility.
Clear and expensive, weak and thin.
He is like snowflakes in winter, twisting and falling in the air, so beautiful and clear that you can't help but stretch out your palms to protect them, but they are lost the moment you touch them.
"Is this really Mr. Fufeng?" the crowd murmured in low voices.
He quickly received a response, "I heard this Miss Wang call him brother, it should be."
The entire Wenchang Pavilion finally fell into complete silence. All the students looked over blankly, some exploring, some surprised, and some reverent.
There was also an unbelievable, almost trembling look.
If he thought the sound was an illusion at first, then the silence in the main hall and the noble and smiling young man all proved that the friend he was worried about appeared in front of him again after nearly three years.
"F...Fufeng?" Xu Mo trembled in disbelief.
The young master smiled and bowed lightly, "Long time no see, Brother Xu."
It seems like a long time, and it seems like yesterday.
Xu Mo walked out from behind the human wall, passed through countless students, and faced him one foot away, "This is Fengjing."
"Yes, Fengjing is beautiful in winter." Wang Fufeng smiled slightly, "It is much more prosperous than Anshui County."
"What I mean is." Xu Mo tried his best to maintain his composure, "You are not in good health. How did you come to Fengjing?"
Why come here in such a cold season?
Because of him?
The person beside him hesitated to speak, but was stopped by a gentle wave of his hand.
"The past two years of training have made me feel much better, and I wanted to see this great river and mountains again, so I came here." Wang Fufeng caught a glimpse of Wang Yuyao trying to retreat from the corner of his eye, and introduced the topic with a smile, "What's more, my cousin is going to be with me. The young master of the Fang family is getting married, and as cousins, we naturally want to get married."
As expected of Mr. Fufeng, there are three key points in one sentence.
One was Wang Yuyao, who kept calling her brother and thought they had the same father and mother, but it turned out they only had the same grandparents.
The second is that Wang Yuyao actually married into the Fang family. What she did before...
Thirdly, among the two principal sons of the Wang family, apart from Wang Fufeng, only Wang Mingyu was left. Unexpectedly, he also came.
The playboy who used to be carefree in the past is now dark, thin and straight, with his face covered with the wind and frost of years.
He seemed to be looking for Zheng Ruqian. After a careful inspection, he lowered his head in despair.
