607 Having Experienced Ups and Downs, I Am Still a Young Man!
Walking out of the door, he saw Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting waiting excitedly.
To be able to attend the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference with his shopkeeper and Lady Boss, just the thought of it made them excited.
Knowing that Han Muye was taking them to the literary conference, the siblings did not sleep well the entire night.
Even Zuo Lin did not sleep much.
Sitting in the carriage, Zuo Lin, who was wearing brand new clothes, happily flicked his whip and set off.
Beside the main road, Shao Datian scratched his head and turned to look at Cuicui beside him.
“Cuicui, when our child grows up, let him study too.
“I think he will look good in that robe.”
Shao Datian waved his arms as if he was waving his sleeves.
Cuicui looked at Shao Datian’s actions and couldn’t help but laugh when she thought of Shao Datian wearing that robe and revealing his tiger head.
The two of them laughed and joked as they returned to their shop.
Han Muye and Mu Wan asked if they were going to the literary conference, but they both refused.
Cuicui felt that she was not qualified to participate in such a literary conference. As for Shao Datian, he would feel uncomfortable sitting with those students.
“Brother Datian, my wife asked me to bring some medicine for the baby’s protection.” Bao Mingcheng walked to the front of the store with the medicine bag and turned to look at the closed Pill Destiny Pavilion.
As expected, this family had gone to attend the literary conference.
In the Southern Wasteland shop, Shao Datian and Cuicui came out to receive him happily.
The carriage sped along. Mu Wan lifted the curtain and saw the rapidly changing scenery on both sides.
The main road in the Imperial City had always been extremely wide, and the carriages could run parallel to each other.
Looking at the Imperial City now, it was different from when he first came.
Zuo Lin, who was driving the carriage in front, turned to look at his children beside him and smiled.
Back then, he had driven his carriage and brought his young master around the city. Life had changed.
As the carriage moved forward, more and more people gathered on both sides of the road.
The scholars in large sleeves were all discussing loudly.
They were impassioned and in high spirits, as if they were the ones attending the literary conference today.
Indeed, today was a grand event of Confucianism, a good day for cultivators of Confucianism.
Today belonged to them.
Zuo Lin could not remember the last time he saw the Confucianists in the city so excited. How many years ago was it?
The carriage moved forward again and slowed down.
Because there were too many scholars and students leaving the city, they had already blocked the main road.
On the road, the carriages slowed down and moved alongside the students.
“Eh, that seems to be the carriage of a Great Confucian Scholar. Should we present a poem and see if the Great Confucian Scholar will notice?” One of the students by the road pointed at a carriage and asked in a low voice.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea… What do you think of my poem?”
“F*ck, forget ethics, sir—I have poems too—”
Amidst the chaos, someone grabbed their books and stuffed them into Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong’s hands.
Before they could figure out who had sent them over, they were already holding a stack of books.
The siblings looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
“Let me take a look,” Han Muye said softly from the carriage.
The siblings quickly handed the books to Han Muye.
“Sigh, if I hadn’t met Young Master and Miss, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be as good as them…” Zuo Yulong turned to look at the students beside him and said softly.
He, Zuo Yulong, was only slightly talented and listened in at the Imperial City Academy.
There were countless people like him in the entire Imperial City.
What right did he have to be better than others?
On the side of the road, the students saw the two siblings handing over books to Han Muye and hurriedly sent their books over.
The siblings did not dare to take anymore and retracted their hands.
“Zuo Yulong!
“Yulong, it’s me!”
“Murong Tui, who sat next to you in the audit class last time!” Someone shouted from the carriage next to them.
Zuo Yulong turned around and saw a little fatty.
Murong Tui returned to the carriage and turned to look at the old man sitting in front of him.
“Dean, I heard that Zuo Yulong has a great cultivator of Confucianism backing him. Why don’t you hand over your book to him? Don’t worry, Yulong is my brother.”
The little fatty patted his chest.
Qiu Chuqi hesitated for a moment and nodded. He carefully took out a scroll from his sleeve.
The little fatty reached out to grab it and stuck half of his body out of the carriage.
“Brother Yulong, show this book to Sir. I’ll treat you when we get back…”
Murong Tui winked at Zuo Yulong.
Zuo Yulong was a little troubled, but he still reached out to take the book.
“Young Master, this…”
He knew that with his shopkeeper’s ability, he could understand everything.
In the carriage, Han Muye said, “Give it to me.”
Seeing Zuo Yulong hand the book over, Murong Tui’s face lit up. He turned around and exclaimed, “It’s done!”
Qiu Chuqi nodded.
In fact, with his cultivation and reputation as the head of an academy, it was not as if he did not know the masters of Confucianism.
Even in the Imperial City Academy, they were somewhat familiar with each other.
But today was different.
The Great Confucians who could participate in the literary conference today were really the top figures in the world.
If he could obtain the guidance of such a person, he might have a chance to break through to become a Confucianist Grandmaster.
Once he became a Confucian Grandmaster, his world would be different.
Unconsciously, Qiu Chuqi was actually a little nervous.
He turned to look at the happy little fatty in front of him.
This fellow spent 20,000 spiritual rocks to buy the invitation and pretended he paid 100,000 spiritual rocks to earn his favor.
Then he shamelessly wanted to follow him.
Initially, he had brought him here because of the invitation. Now that he looked at it, perhaps this kid was not so ignorant and incompetent after all.
However, he did not know how the Confucianist in the opposite carriage would feel when he read his book.
At this moment, Han Muye was flipping through a pile of books in front of him.
