Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

"Wake up?"

Shen Wuming's eyes brightened, pursed his lips, and looked at Minghui nervously, full of expectations, and full of worry.

It is expected that Minghui is finally waking up, which means that her life is completely kept.

What is worried is that if Minghui still can't wake up, he ... he has no absolute grasp.

"Buddha!"

Minghui opened his eyes slowly, and the beautiful eyes flashed with sparkling waves, just like the autumn water that was wrinkled by the wind.

The Minghui, who was originally holy like Buddha, fell into Fanchen when the spring was rippling in the spring.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Shen Wuming. Although he only called a Buddha, he seemed to say thousands of words.

"You finally wake up."

Shen Wuming's mouth slowly pulled out a smile and stood up, "Haven't eaten for so long, do you want to eat something?"

"I go to the kitchen for you ..."

Shen Wuming said that he hadn't finished speaking, and suddenly felt that his head was light, and he poured it on Minghui's bed.

"Buddha!"

Ming Hui hurried, struggling to sit up, the doctor on the side quickly said, "I come, I come."

"Minghui ... Master Minghui, don't move, you have just recovered, and you have to rest."

"Master Shen, it's okay. He just keeps sleeping during this time and has been helping you to recuperate."

"And he was still dragging seriously, and now he is too tired, let's come, we come."

In the mind of Minghui, Ming Hui's nose bridge couldn't help but wrinkled, and his eyes were red.

She looked at Shen Wuming's handsome cheeks, and only felt that her heart was caught half of it. For a while, she couldn't speak.

In fact, no need to say that although she was unconscious during this time, her consciousness was awake.

There is also perception of the outside world.

Shen Wuming comes over seven or eight times a day, and every time he squeeze himself away before leaving.

It won't take long to come over again.

Needless to say, when you leave, you are restoring the mana. There is no time to rest at all, nor does it nourish.

"Buddha ..."

Ming Hui pursed his lips, and his beautiful cheeks were no longer the previous holy, but completely fallen like a mortal.

And her heart was completely let go at this moment, and she would no longer become a Buddha's wish, but only wanted to be a mortal.

To be precise, it is a person who becomes an unknown.

"Bodhisattva, I'm afraid I want to live up to your expectations ..." Minghui murmured to himself.

Originally, he was requested by the Puxian Bodhisattva, even if it was the move to learn the Guanyin Bodhisattva, it was okay.

It is nothing more than a male and female, but for a person like her, as long as the heart is holy, what is the fear of the skin?

At that time, even if you abandon this pair of skin, the soul can still be sublimated and become a bodhisattva.

Even the Buddha.

But at this moment, Minghui knew that what he had fallen was not a pair of body skin, but the soul.

Nympho

When Shen Wuming woke up, he found that the bed was full of people. Lu Feixiong, Tsing Yi literati, Wei Xiaowen, Minghui, Zhu Liankui and others.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Wuming smiled dumbly and sat up, pipa quickly came over, and put the pillow behind him.

Shen Wuming leaned lightly. At this time, he saw that Minghui handed a glass of water and reached out.

He didn't drink it, but looked at Minghui with a scorching look, "Are you better? The body can be strange?"

"I'm okay."

Minghui didn't say anything, and his tone was not too close, but his expression was a little gentle.

There is no previous sense of distance between the two, and there is no ambiguous in close contact.

It's calm as water.

This change may not seem to be obvious, but it is famous, but they have found it.

He sighed in his heart and didn't know how to face it.

But in the final analysis, how can a girl who is willing to abandon her life to live up to her?

Just after I went back, I didn't know how to explain to the Young instrument and dogwood. I won't be killed?

Thinking of what happened after returning to Beijing, Shen Wuming felt his head big, just like a mess.

Don't think about it.

The boat has its own road to the bridge.

"Isn't this worried about you?" Tsing Yi shrugged, "You are my Confucian reading seeds."

"If you happen under my eyelids, after returning, Tai Xuezhu and Han Changli can split me."

"Senior Xie laughed." Shen Wuming smiled humblely. In fact, he still felt a little guilty.

Although he is a Confucian scholar nominally, to be honest, the highest cultivation now is the Mo family.

And during the entire path of practice, his Mojia practicing seemed to be ahead of Confucianism.

As a result, he did not make any talks with the Mo family, except Pei Mao.

However, although Pei Mao himself is one of the nine calculations of the Mo family, the two intersect, and they are more gentlemen.

Besides, it is also the friendship between Shen Wuming and the Pei family of Zhongshan.

On the contrary, Confucianism has always been cared for him, and more advice.

Even his previous aunt's grandmother has always been the gods and Buddhas who suppress the Confucian saints.

"I'm not laughing."

Tsing Yi literati Xie Annan shook his head, "The imperial decree under the court, you are appointed as the history of the states and the governor of the state."

"But at the same time, an An Guogong's title was added, you have to go back to Beijing and accept the seal of the ceremony!"

"When you return to Luoyang, take some time to go to the Imperial Academy with me, either to preach or to rectify your name."

"Anyway, you are a Confucian, you can't escape this!"

The head of the Imperial Academy had already agreed with Shen Wuming about going to preach, so Shen Wuming naturally wouldn't refuse.

"I'll go back as soon as the matter in Bingzhou is settled, anyway, the Wang family has been dealt with now."

"There's no problem with Guo Zirong and Tuoba Long either, it's all easy to talk about, all easy to talk about."

While everyone was talking, Shen Wuming looked at Wei Xiaowen again, "Sort out the files over there and give them to the general."

After that, he looked at Lu Feixiong again, "The general will take these back and report to His Majesty."

"Okay!"

Lu Feixiong answered concisely.

The days that followed suddenly calmed down, as if from a storm to a spring and bright spring.

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