Seeing that Wang Xu didn't respond, Min Hui stood up and asked, "You haven't said yet, who is this embroiderer?"
"No need to ask, Xiu Niang is a newly debuted courtesan. You should have heard about her in a few days."
Wang Xu answered perfunctorily, still thinking about the demon clan in his mind.
The scientific examination is about to take place. He definitely cannot leave Yangzhou Mansion, let alone hide. What should he do if the demon tribe sends someone to assassinate him.
He only has the reputation of being a scholar, comparable to the second-level demon clan. Even though he has written several poems to protect the state and one poem to support the country, his reputation has not changed. The demon clan randomly sends a fourth-level demon to the two levels.
With this gap, he can be taken care of in one round.
This is also the reason why Wang Xu has never written a poem about drinking wine and singing songs with water, which is expected to subjugate the country before.
Only if he becomes a Jinshi can he be considered safe in writing poems to protect the country. At that time, even if the demon clan sends a fifth-level demon king who is comparable to a great scholar, he will still be able to fight.
As for the sixth-level demon god, the movement was too great, and it was impossible to go deep into the hinterland of the human race and risk death to assassinate him.
Now it's great, a little scholar can be swallowed alive by a fourth-level demon without the fifth-level demon king taking action.
Moreover, this is not written, the demon clan is not stupid, and the attack must be thunderous. If he is assassinated, it will be either a fourth-level perfect demon, or a fifth-level demon king with a notorious reputation. The latter is more likely than the former.
Wang Xu felt dizzy when he thought that a fifth-level demon king would come to assassinate him.
The teacher is not around, so where can he find someone who is willing to fight against the fifth-level demon for him?
There are other great Confucians in the land south of the Yangtze River. Those great Confucians are all very old and have retired from the imperial court and border affairs. It is hard to say how much strength they have left.
We are not relatives, so why should others help you? After all, the fifth-level demon king is no joke. If there is a fifth-level demon king in the land of Kyushu, millions of people will die.
"Master Wang, is there something on your mind?"
Hearing Min Hui's inquiry, Wang Xu raised his head slightly and said, "People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. The limelight this time is a bit too big, and it won't end well!"
There were smart people present who saw Wang Xu's distress. After thinking for a moment, they smiled and said: "Young Master Wang, are you worried about the assassination of the demon clan?"
Wang Xu didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
"This is easy to handle. Our Shen family has a great scholar in charge. As long as Mr. Wang comes to our Shen family, I will ensure that you have peace of mind."
"You can come to my Xiao family. My father is the guard general of the Jiangnan camp. No matter what monsters and ghosts there are, the entire army will be reduced to ashes."
Everyone was talking about it, and it sounded nice, but Wang Xu didn't believe a word of it.
If he really goes, you will have to call him as your son-in-law in less than three days. Otherwise, no one other than your own family will be willing to help you.
It's easy to get help. My Shen family has hundreds of children of school age. You can choose one to marry.
As the son-in-law of my Shen family, we are a family. No matter whether it is a big demon or a demon king, we will help you carry it.
When you become successful in the future, we are all our own relatives, and we cannot think of outsiders as having benefits.
It's hard to say that today's kindness will be the handle in the future. Once it's applied, it's like a dog-skin plaster, and you can't get rid of it even if you want.
Wang Xu didn't want to scheming and fighting. He really couldn't. If he lived in a temple, he would rather be criticized for being too close to Buddhism than to be a gunman for these wealthy families.
"Coming, coming, Wansan is coming!"
Before he could continue talking, Wan Yufei, who was belatedly arriving, finally arrived.
Seeing that there were people surrounding Wang Xu in the Zuiyang Building on the three floors inside and three outside, Wan Yufei smiled when he opened his mouth: "Okay, I didn't see it, you are very popular! What's the matter, have you thought clearly?
, this is your last chance. If you are wise, hand over the manufacturing process of glass beads, and I can put in a good word for you, otherwise..."
Snapped!!
Before Wan Yufei finished speaking, Min Hui dropped the tea cup in his hand on the ground and said angrily: "Wan San, what do you mean? Wang Xu is my friend, you'd better be polite when you speak."
"ah!"
Wan Yufei arrived late and had no idea what was going on. He looked at Min Hui in disbelief: "This is between him and me. Why are you meddling in it? Are you okay?"
"Wan San, we are all friends. It's better to keep a tightrope in everything. If it goes too far, it will be boring."
Everyone spoke in a flurry, and two-thirds of the people stood on Wang Xu's side. The remaining one-third did not speak, but shook their heads slightly at Wan Yufei.
Everyone is not stupid. The Wan family, in the final analysis, relied on Concubine Wan Gui to rise. When Concubine Wan Gui is no longer favored, the Wan family will be the same.
Behind everyone present, there are aristocratic families from the south of the Yangtze River. If they unite, even the emperor dares to unseat them. How can they be afraid of the Wan family?
Wang Xu's status in the eyes of these people has been greatly different.
At the age of seventeen, he can write one poem to support the country and several poems to support the state, and he will be able to do more in the future.
Who knows, twenty or thirty years later, among the scholars in the south of the Yangtze River, this person will be the leader.
The Wan family, which relied on women to rise to power, couldn't see the value of Wang Xu, so how could the wealthy family who managed the family with poetry and calligraphy not see the value.
"Did you take the wrong medicine?"
Hearing everyone's single-minded criticism of himself, the monk Wan Yufei Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.
Wang Xu had a smile on his face. Things had changed so quickly. Uncle Wan Guo had pulled him last night and said sincerely that if he was talented, it would be better to be born into a good family.
Today, he was slapped in the face with his talent. If it weren't for the assassination of the demon clan, he would have really wanted to go to Wan Mansion to have a drink with Uncle Wan Guo and talk about life.
"Did you see the gold letters in the sky when you came here just now?" Wang Xu put his arm around Wan Yufei's shoulders and looked at him with a smile.
Wan Yufei broke away for a moment, but did not break away. He asked displeasedly: "What do you want to say?"
"That was the vision produced by Zhenguo Poetry. This poem was written by me..."
After Wang Xu said this, he patted Wan Yufei on the shoulder and left Zuiyang Tower without looking back.
Wan Yufei was dumbfounded and stupidly asked the people around him: "Really?"
The person in question nodded slightly, with caution in his eyes: "This person is very talented. Poems about the country are not poems about the state. It is rare in ten thousand years. If he writes a poem about the state, his status is comparable to that of a Jinshi.
National poetry, at its worst, can rival the great Confucians.
After this gust of wind blows out, in the future, when people named Wang come to visit people like us, they will have to open the middle door to greet them. It would be disrespectful to let people use the small door.
To tell you the truth, you have to be careful when talking to him in the future. If things continue to develop as they are today, this person's future will be limitless and uncertain, and we won't be able to reach it."
"Brother Shen is right. Even though I am cheerful all day long and I don't accept anyone, in fact I am only the fourth son in the family. The top three brothers are all a hundred times better than me in learning. For me, if I can win the Jinshi, that's the end of it.
If you are lucky and have a family to take care of you, you can become a fourth- or fifth-grade prefect, and you can't even think about going higher."
"Who says it's not true, Great Confucian, speaking lightly, there are a few of us here who can imagine it.
I think this man named Wang is not a thing in the pond. He will become a great scholar in the future, and he is not an ordinary great scholar. Each of our families has produced more than one great scholar. Go back and look through the family tree to see who can be like this since childhood.
Dazzling.”
When someone who is about the same level as you is more popular than you, you will feel jealous.
If he is much higher than you, or even a level above you, and still feels jealous, then you are stupid.
Before there were poems about subjugating the country, although Wang Xu wrote several poems about subjugating the state, everyone still wanted to compare themselves with each other, and they could argue with each other no matter how hard they were.
Now, I am ashamed to say that I am not convinced. If you are not convinced, why are you not convinced? Is there anything you can compare with others?
"My dear, is he so powerful that he scared you all?"
Wan Yufei scratched his head and thought: "Good fellow, this is my three-day farewell. You should look at me with admiration! According to this, this country bumpkin will be even more powerful than his teacher in the future!"
"What are you going to do?"
Seeing Wan Yufei leaving, everyone shouted.
Wan Yu flew outside, got on his horse and shouted loudly: "Go home to my brother, you can eat and drive!!"