After Picking Up Five Brothers, No One Dares to Offend the Capital City

Chapter 430

At the age of twelve, he lost both parents. He had been bedridden several times, and his childhood was tried over and over again. As a successful imperial examination candidate, he was forced to leave his hometown. His examination results were swapped, and even now he still had to be calculated and slandered. It can be said that he has experienced the warmth and coldness of the human world.

From this point of view, Xu Mo was undoubtedly bumpy.

But thinking of his younger brother behind him who was enduring like a calf, his sister who was as tenacious as a young cow, and three worried friends, as well as the title of champion and the official position he edited, it also seemed fortunate.

Many people have experienced the same bumps as Xu Mo, but they don't have Xu Mo's results today.

In the final analysis, it was his unyielding temperament, his brave and wise forward march, his unyielding persistence, and his kind and upright character.

Even at this moment, surrounded by noisy crowds, the scholars and literati tossed around like grass on the wall. Friends and relatives were concerned and worried. The first thing he thought about was not himself, but the sickly young nobleman who was supporting the willow tree.

The words that were categorical at the time were still in his ears. High mountains and flowing water met kindred spirits who were just lingering in bed.

Even knowing that his friend was congenitally deficient, and knowing that his friend was upset at the age of twenty, at this moment he still couldn't help but feel sad from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm here today to get justice back for my elder brother and make this thief fail and roll out of Fengjing!" Wang Yuyao's voice rang out at the right time.

The emotions of countless literati were aroused and they recklessly trembled their Adams apple, "Roll out of Fengjing!"

"The thief rolls out of Fengjing!"

"The imperial examination cannot be manipulated, and the truth will eventually be revealed to the world."

"Xu Mo rolls out of Fengjing and restores Fufeng's glory!"

People without their own wisdom and logic, just a few words can blow their brains, stubbornly and firmly believe what is in front of them.

The more they supported Xu Mo before, the more they vilified Xu Mo at this moment.

They shouted loudly, seeming to appeal against the injustice of the imperial examination, but also complaining about the hardships they encountered in their lives. When they seized this pour spout, they poured out recklessly.

Jiang Sheng cried anxiously on the side, Wen Zhiyun trembled as he pushed away the students who wanted to rush up, Qi Huai'an and Zhu Sihuan used their bodies to erect a human wall to protect the straight teenager.

Countless roaring faces turned into man-eating mouths, vowing to swallow the truth.

Wang Yuyao was satisfied with the result. The heart that had been lifted returned to her chest. Fang Yuan should admit the marriage this time, right?

She was so happy that she didn't notice that the students at the door had been evacuated somehow, and Wang Fufeng walked into Wenchang Pavilion with the support of loyal servants and family members.

Facing the harsh calls and excited crowds, he took a deep breath and used all his strength to open his mouth, "Gentlemen, calm down."

The young master's voice was clear, like a bright moon and sparse stars, like a gurgling stream.

Unfortunately, the surrounding noise was just a small stream merging into the big sea, unable to make the slightest ripple.

He was not discouraged, still calling them one by one, "Gentlemen, calm down."

"Gentlemen, calm down."

Slowly, the crowd began to fall silent from the vicinity. Countless literati stopped their mouths in astonishment, as if they had encountered coolness in irritability, snow in summer heat.

Wang Yuyao also turned her head and saw the person who was supposed to be in bed appearing. She was so shocked that she almost couldn't stand still. "Brother, you... how did you get here? How could you possibly appear in Fengjing?"

The young master lowered his eyelashes, his tone calm, "Everything is possible."

People around looked at each other in surprise, still not understanding what was going on.

He seized the opportunity and smiled slightly with folded hands. "I have seen my fellow students. I am Wang Fufeng. Thanks to the students for not abandoning me and giving me the title of Young Master Fufeng."

So it was the living Young Master Fufeng who appeared.

The crowd was noisy again in an instant.

Wenchang Pavilion has produced several young masters over the years. No matter where they are, some people know them and talk about them. People like Young Master Qingzhu and Young Master Sihuan are even more admired by students across the country and often talk freely.

Only Young Master Fufeng was mysterious and unpredictable. No one had ever seen his real face before, let alone talked about ancient and modern times to vent their chests.

Some people said that Young Master Fufeng was most likely a delicate girl who was not suitable for showing her face.

Some people said that Young Master Fufeng's health was not good and he looked like he would die young.

There were also people who said that Young Master Fufeng was impersonated by everyone to enjoy the admiration of young students.

It was precisely because of the excessive mystery that in recent years he was gradually revered as the chief of the young masters. Even the preposterous rumor that "he was the ghostwriter for Young Master Qingzhu" was willing to be believed by some students.

After all, people tend to imagine endlessly about people and things they don't understand.

The more imaginative it became, the more mysterious it became, and the more unpredictable it became, until finally even historical facts were unsure of how to write.

Fortunately, he appeared.

The real Young Master Fufeng, he came!

The young master was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender and thin figure and a sickly air. His face was clear and handsome, clean and warm. He wore a thick fur coat with a circle of fox fur around his neck that set off his unmatched nobility.

Clear and noble, weak and thin.

He was just like a snowflake in winter, swirling down in the air, beautiful and translucent, making you unable to help but stretch out your palm to protect him, but lost him the moment you touched him.

"Is this really Young Master Fufeng?" There were low murmurs in the crowd.

It was quickly answered, "I heard this Wang lady call him elder brother, it should be."

The whole Wenchang Pavilion finally fell into complete silence. All the students stared blankly, with curiosity, suspicion, and respect.

There was also one, unbelieving, almost trembling sight.

If at first he thought the sound was an illusion when he heard it, then the empty hall at this moment, the clear and noble teenager, all proved that his worried friend, after nearly three years, appeared in front of him again.

"Fufeng?" Xu Mo asked in disbelief with a shudder.

The young master smiled gently and bowed slightly, "Long time no see, Brother Xu."

It seemed like a long time, but also like yesterday.

Xu Mo walked out from behind the human wall and walked through countless students to stand one foot apart opposite him, "This is Fengjing."

"Yes, Fengjing in winter is very beautiful." Wang Fufeng smiled slightly, "Much more prosperous than Anshui Prefecture."

"What I mean is..." Xu Mo tried his best to stay calm. "What about your health? How did you get to Fengjing?"

And why rush to Fengjing in such a cold season?

Because of him?

The person beside him wanted to say something but stopped, and was gently waved to stop after that.

"The conditioning over the past two years has made my body much more comfortable, and I wanted to take a look at these magnificent mountains and rivers, so I came." Wang Fufeng glanced at Wang Yuyao who was trying to retreat. He smiled and directed the topic over, "What’s more, my cousin is going to marry Master Fang. We two cousins must of course deliver the bride off."

He was indeed worthy of being Young Master Fufeng. There were three key points in one sentence.

First, Wang Yuyao had been calling him elder brother over and over again. It was thought that the two were of the same father and mother. As a result, they were only of the same grandfather and grandmother. Second, Wang Yuyao was actually married to the Fang family. So her previous actions...

Third, besides Wang Fufeng, the only remaining son of the Wang family’s two principal wives was Wang Mingyu. Unexpectedly, he had come too.

The once carefree playboy young master was now dark, thin, straight, and covered with wind and frost that had been weathered over the years.

He seemed to be looking for Zheng Ruqian. After not finding him, he drooped his head dejectedly.