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

"Girls really can't be kept at home when they grow up!"

Cao Zijing shook his head, then looked at Shen Wuming, his eyes full of indifference, "You should know why I called you here?"

"To be honest, I thought you were an honest man when I saw you with thick eyebrows and big eyes."

"I didn't expect that you were married and you were still flirting with my daughter. I really want to slap you to death."

Shen Wuming put himself in Cao Zijing's shoes and understood Cao Zijing's thoughts.

But people can't always put themselves in the other person's shoes. The butt determines the head. It is absolutely impossible to give in at this time.

"Uncle Cao, I completely understand your feelings. If my daughter is like this, I will also break the man's legs."

"I will even make him disappear the next day... But forgive me for being blunt, Uncle Cao, you can't do it."

Shen Wuming's tone was firm, even with a hint of strong confidence and a hint of contempt.

"You..." Cao Zijing suddenly realized that there was a reason why his daughter and Shen Wuming could be together.

It's all fucking annoying.

The most important thing is that what Shen Wuming said is a fact. He really can't get rid of Shen Wuming, which is even more heartbreaking.

After all, lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharpest knife.

"So? Are you showing off to me? Are you coming to my Cao family to snatch my bride?"

Cao Zijing's tone was cold.

Don't look at him being amiable in front of Cao Zhuyu, as a father, he is just like a grandson.

But to put it bluntly.

One's own daughter is loved by one's own family, especially her mother died early, and when she was dying, she held his hand and said to take good care of her daughter.

That's why Cao Zhuyu, such an unfilial daughter, was cultivated.

But if it were someone else.

Even the emperors of the four countries in the Central Plains, or the Khans on the grassland, might not dare to be so presumptuous.

Shen Wuming shook his head, "I want to be with Zhuyu, and I just want her to be better with me."

"Instead of leaving home and running away, I hope to get your blessing."

"So, I came to talk to you, but the premise of my talk to you is that you are not allowed to break me up!"

Cao Zijing sneered, "Then what if I ask you to divorce Chu Youyi?"

"I said you are not allowed to break up, which means you can't break up Zhuyu and Youyi."

Shen Wuming blinked, "If you insist on doing this, then call me aunt."

Anyway, I have already eaten soft rice just now, so it's better to eat soft rice to the end now.

Whether it is my background or strength, I am definitely not as good as Cao Zijing, so I can only use the sign of aunt.

"You fucking... you deserve to die."

Cao Zijing gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you're so cruel."

"If you want to be with Zhuyu, then I'll talk to you. You know my identity, right?"

Shen Wuming nodded, "The head of the Cao family, the leader of the business community, and the richest man in all the countries."

Cao Zijing continued, "Then you should know very well that Zhuyu is my only daughter and can't be a concubine."

"Even if she marries the emperor of the four countries, she will at least be a royal concubine, or even the queen directly."

"You are neither the emperor of the four countries nor the saint of the hundred families. What qualifications do you have for him to be a concubine?"

"Well..."

Shen Wuming narrowed his eyes slightly, "That means I just need to become the emperor of the four countries or the saint of the hundred families, and that's it?"

Shen Wuming's mind opened up, and it didn't seem to be very difficult.

It is a bit difficult to become the emperor of the four countries, but it would be fine if it was on the original historical trajectory.

If I had foresight and recruited a group of civil and military officials, and then relied on some historical events, I might have a chance.

But it's a bit difficult now.

The history of the four countries is completely different from what I remember, but it doesn't seem to be very difficult to become a saint of the hundred schools.

He has an extraordinary understanding.

Shen Wuming is now in the sixth realm. As long as he has a little more opportunity, he will soon reach the seventh and eighth realms.

According to Confucianism, the eighth realm is half-saint, and it can be considered a saint.

After all, not every path of the hundred schools can reach the ninth realm.

In other words, most of them cannot reach the ninth realm, such as the Shi family.

Yi Yin, the first ancestor of the Shi family, was in the eighth realm and was also called the Shi family saint.

So the so-called saint of the hundred schools usually refers to the eighth realm.

Shen Wuming thought of this and said carefully: "Then the eighth realm can also be counted."

Seeing Shen Wuming's serious look, Cao Zijing was stunned at first, and then sneered.

"You don't really think you can reach the eighth realm, do you? You are just dreaming."

"Look at your Confucianism, how many great Confucian scholars are in the seventh realm? There must be at least thirty or fifty, right?"

"What about the eighth realm? How many? Even the three great masters of your Confucianism are only half a step to the eighth realm!"

"Don't even mention the eighth realm, that's half a step to the eighth realm, becoming a great Confucian master!"

"I no longer object to your relationship with Zhu Yu!"

Shen Wuming touched the tip of his nose, "Are you serious?"

Cao Zijing mocked, "Really."

Shen Wuming stretched out his hand, "High five to make an alliance... Forget it, how about you make a vow to your inner demon?"

"Don't push your f*cking mind." Cao Zijing twitched his hand, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"No, no, no."

Seeing Cao Zijing agreed, Shen Wuming no longer had the arrogance just now, and quickly lowered his posture.

"I'm just afraid that you will regret it? If you really regret it, I can't do anything to you."

Cao Zijing said with a fake smile: "Can't you ask your aunt to come out? Where is your aunt?"

"How can I?" Shen Wuming hurriedly smiled, "My aunt is very busy all day, how can she come out when I call her?"

"Just now, I had no choice but to ask her to help, and I can't always rely on others to marry a wife?"

"Hehe."

Cao Zijing's eyes were full of sarcasm. If he really didn't want to rely on others, he wouldn't have asked Jixiangtian to come out just now.

But it was Jixiangtian who came out that made Cao Zijing dispel the last trace of doubt in his heart.

He did think about breaking up Shen Wuming at the beginning.

Either break up with Zhuyu or divorce Chu Youyi. At worst, he would pay some compensation.

According to the strength of Shoutinghou Mansion, with a few million taels of silver, Chu Pingshan could be defeated.

Even more excessive, they could discuss with the Emperor of Northern Han and send Chu Pingshan to the north to build the Great Wall.

But it was only after Jixiangtian came out that Cao Zijing changed his mind.

Others don't know that as the leader of the business community, he knows the secrets of all schools of thought very well.

Jixiangtian could compete with Confucian saints in the past, but now he is so close to Shen Wuming.

There must be a giant behind Shen Wuming, a giant beyond everyone's cognition.

In this way, Cao Zhuyu can be with the person she likes, and it is not considered a grievance.

As for the agreement at this time, Cao Zijing did not take it seriously.

It would be strange if she could not even break through the half-step eighth realm if she could call Jixiangtian an aunt.

"There is another request. I don't care how many children you and Zhuyu have, but the first one must be surnamed Cao."

Cao Zijing said seriously: "The wealth of my Cao family must be inherited by someone."