Xunyang County.
Gaosheng Restaurant.
Several scholars were drinking wine and talking about poems and articles.
After three rounds of drinking, a slightly thin scholar with a little blush on his face was heated up by the fire next to the table. It's a bit bohemian.
He untied his thick fine cotton jacket and said in a slightly high-pitched voice, "Brothers Nian, I will definitely not forget your friendship after I'm in high school this spring. At that time, maybe I will help you all."
"That's it, that's it. Brother Wang is talented and elegant. Master Sima met him personally and commented on the article. This is a great honor. Jinshi in high school is not a problem. I will offer you a glass of wine first. I have a future. Qian Don’t forget about the big guys.”
"I heard that today's emperor loves Hua Zhang the most. Good poems and essays will get extra points. The governor can win the first prize, and the song "Yong Mei" is indispensable.
Brother Wang's literary talents are even praised by Master Sima, but Master Wei may not know that your poetry is the best. "
As soon as the scholar surnamed Wang finished speaking, several people began to take pictures and praise him wildly.
Indeed, when it comes to talent and learning among them, the scholar surnamed Wang is the best.
Of course, the reason why he is praised by everyone is not just because of his talent.
But his family is the richest man in Jiangzhou.
This scholar is Wang Bancheng's son.
With both talent and wealth, no one could imagine why he didn't go to high school.
"To brag."
Next to him, a scholar in slightly shabby clothes sat in a corner and retched slightly while listening to the explicit compliments of these rich kids.
He seemed to be talking to himself, but happened to be speaking very loudly: "Who doesn't know that worshiping the portrait of Duke Zhuangyuan now can protect the house and the people, and make all wishes come true, even if talents, learning, gold and silver are not enough to rely on...
The article is full of destiny, good luck is the most important thing, as long as the number one scholar protects you, who will go to high school and who will fail? Or two things to say. "
This shabby scholar had a disheveled look on his face, but he spoke boldly and forthrightly, with a sense of responsibility.
Obviously, this person is a fanatical believer who has been crazy about Chen Guangrui's portrait of the champion in recent times and contributes incense every day.
As soon as he said this, there were cheers from all over the restaurant.
"Indeed."
"Think about what life we lived when Governor Chen first came here."
"It's only been half a year, but now it seems that the world has changed. Even powerless scholars like us can wander on the streets. I thought that these days can only be heard in stories. ?”
"It's really hard to say when it comes to talent. Once luck comes, no matter whether you perform well on weekdays or not, there may be some divine help on the day of the exam. Who can say for sure?"
"you……"
The scholar surnamed Wang was feeling comfortable being praised by everyone when suddenly a strange and angry voice came from beside him. He was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of wine and said with a red face: "Worship God, worship God, be careful not to lose yourself in worship."
"You haven't heard of it. Not long ago, Mr. Wang was studying in Chang'an. He gained a lot of knowledge. He also knew some secrets. It is forbidden to worship gods privately and collect incense from the people..."
"Brother Wang, be careful, you have drunk too much."
Before Scholar Wang could finish his words, the scholar at the same table quickly covered his mouth and advised him anxiously.
He suddenly woke up and broke into a cold sweat.
"I drank too much. I don't remember what I just said. Wang has no memory at all. Let's take a walk. Stop drinking and go to Cuifang Garden to sober up."
The people at the table looked ugly and hurriedly left the restaurant, turned around and got into the carriage to leave.
It is no nonsense to speak ill of Governor Chen and accuse him of misconduct in public.
If one is not good, he will lose his head.
Watching a table of scholars leave in a hurry.
The words are still lingering in everyone's ears.
At that moment, two men in green clothes whispered, "Is it really forbidden? But I see that many families are burning incense to worship. Not to mention, it can really protect the house and keep the ghosts from harming people."
"Who knows? But I tell you, you must not spread the word. According to reliable information, Chen Zhuangyuan who came this time is actually disguised as a big demon. He seizes wives and houses, suppresses a state, and collects incense."
"Think about it, how could he, a scholar from a poor family, have such great ability to suppress the demonic chaos in a state with just one portrait?
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that his strength is extremely advanced, and he is likely to reach the level of human immortal, or in other words, a demon immortal..."
"You can't talk nonsense... If this is true, the governor may be able to escape Jiangzhou with his powerful skills in the future if the incident comes to light. However, won't the people worshiping in Manchuria be treated as followers of the evil god and beheaded in public?"
"It's really possible. Otherwise, why would he vigorously promote portraits intentionally or unintentionally to make people indulge in worshiping gods?
The Demon Slayer Division has long said that anyone who wants to obtain incense has bad intentions, and this must be guarded against. "
"That's true. Send the news back first. Don't learn to sacrifice to gods. Otherwise, disaster will fall from the sky and it will be too late to regret."
The two of them looked at each other, understanding each other, and took a few mouthfuls of food silently. They didn't have the intention to continue sitting down, and hurriedly paid and left.
The matter of worshiping gods and incense has spread to all the students in the school, and they all know that there is something wrong with it. In fact, they, the people in the world, can also see that the wind has changed.
An old beggar was half-lying and half-sitting at the door, leaning against a pillar. He raised his cloudy eyes, his ears trembling, and looked deeply at the two men in green clothes. He stood up tremblingly and left slowly.
In a mezzanine secret room of Gaosheng Restaurant, an old man with a gray beard let go of the copper pipe attached to his ear, his face full of horror.
He murmured: "Could it be that this Governor Chen is really pretending to be a demon, collecting incense?
I have long heard that when some big demons first appeared, the world couldn't tell the difference between good and evil...
In some large states and mansions, they didn't realize anything was wrong until their lives were wiped out, and then they would be encircled and suppressed by the imperial army, with heavy casualties every time. This was something that was really unavoidable... I had to go back and report it to my boss as soon as possible. "
…
Sima Mansion.
Wei Wuji shook his folding fan, seemingly not feeling anything wrong with the cool breeze blowing out on this cold day.
At his current level of cultivation, there is no difference between hot and cold weather for him.
Shaking the folding fan in hand is actually just a habit.
He picked up a cup of fragrant tea that had just been brewed by his concubine Han Jiao Daimei, and took a sip with satisfaction. He thought that the Jiangnan tea was indeed light and bitter, and had a unique flavor when tasted.
"Uncle Shang, Mr. Zhou has been traveling around a lot these days. Has things improved?"
Without raising his head, he already knew that a slender middle-aged man was about to enter the door and asked.
"Young Master really has a clever plan, the storm has begun."
The middle-aged man Shang Bo chuckled lightly and sat down without noticing anything. He picked up the tea on the table and said, "It's just that the governor's office's response seems a bit slow. According to my observation, there is not much movement."
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