Chapter 432: By Candlelight

Chapter 432

There were many students gathered in Wenchang Pavilion, and once a word was uttered, it would become an established fact.

Xu Mo didn't even have time to stop them before the people around grew excited, dispersed to talk, and shared with each other.

"Young Master Fufeng is going to chat with us about ancient and modern times."

"It's really rare, who wouldn't go?"

"We must go, we must!"

Even though this was New Year's Eve, a time when families should be together.

After the scholars and students dispersed, Xu Mo finally stopped and solemnly said, "The grievances between the Fang family and I have been going on for more than just a couple days, and cannot be resolved through just a chat."

"Besides..." His gaze was full of worry, "You have always been frail, and now you've traveled thousands of miles, even money steward Zhou complained about being exhausted. I'm afraid your body can't endure it."

What's more, you still have to find each former teacher one by one, and find the sealed letter written by He prefect.

Xu Mo didn't know how Wang Fufeng noticed something was wrong and how much heart and effort he had put into it. He only worried about his friend's frail body and hoped his friend would be safe and sound.

He glanced at his fourth younger brother, and the latter stepped forward two steps, wanting to check his pulse.

Wang Fufeng laughed softly and imperceptibly retracted his wrist, "I'm not that frail. You all are too nervous. After actually traveling, I discovered it's not as arduous as imagined."

"Rather, for this matter, I want to apologize to Brother Xu," the young master frowned slightly, an apologetic look on his gaunt face, "I didn't keep an eye on Wang Yuying well, allowing her to steal the sealed letter and escape to Fengjing, causing all this trouble."

Theoretically, even if the Fang family had ill intentions, it would be hard for anyone to guard against.

But it was also a fact that the sealed letter kept by Wang Fufeng added credibility to this carefully concocted lie.

Xu Mo's brows furrowed slightly, seeming to want say some consoling words. T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Wang Fufeng changed the topic, getting ahead of him, "The discussion isn't to overthrow the Fang family when the opportunity rises, but simply to chat about ancient and modern times with friends from thousands of Fengjing families."

He finished speaking and, not waiting for Wen Zhiyun to check his pulse or for Xu Mo to continue dissuading, took the lead to walk out of Wenchang Pavilion.

Wang Mingyu followed closely, like a bodyguard.

Leaving Xu Mo with furrowed brows, yet also helpless.

But any hope must be built on the foundation of health and safety.

Seeing Wang Fufeng's smile fade, Xu Mo's heart lurched, and he brought up the topic from the daytime again, "Have you gone to see Doctor Wu these past three years to get your pulse diagnosed? Has he said how your health is? Let Little Four's new master also diagnose you."

"No need." Wang Fufeng shook his head to refuse again, "I brought doctors with me this time. Having others suddenly diagnose me might displease them as medical professionals, and we still have to return to Anshui."

"Besides, look at how spirited I am. Where is there any sign of frailty?"

The youth's tone was natural and sincere, his complexion also quite peaceful. Xu Mo couldn't pick out anything wrong and could only forcibly repress the vague unease in his heart.

"Brother Xu, tell me about what you all have been up to these years," Wang Fufeng's eyes and brows curved again. "Auntie only gave a general overview. I want to hear the details from you."

Tell of when his top scholar title was seized, tell of when he went to Golden Sacred Hall alone, tell of Jiang Sheng recognizing a relative and the bumpy road, tell of Zheng Ruqian snatching lychees in a breathtaking and thrilling moment, tell of Wen Zhiyun robbing the rich to help the poor, tell of Chang Yan's helplessness in leaving.

Tell of the situation with powerful families in Fengjing, tell of the incompetence of the imperial court, tell of the Balance of Power in the court hall, tell of the consequences brought about by fraud in the civil service exams.

The night was so dark, the starry sky so bright, the burning silver brazier charcoal gave off distorted warmth, the candle flames in the oil lamp flickered, the tea turned cold then cool, turned cool then reheated.

Wang Fufeng unknowingly fell into deep sleep at some point. Xu Mo had just stood up when Wang Mingyu flashed in, and his sufficiently strong body allowed him to carry his younger brother flat in his arms and place him on the bed.

"Go rest, Brother Mingyu," Xu Mo thought of how he too had traveled a thousand miles.

But Wang Mingyu shook his head to refuse, "I promised Fufeng I wouldn't leave his side."

Xu Mo could only resign himself to going to rest in Wen Zhiyun's room.

Luckily, people in the family were scattered all over, otherwise it really wouldn't fit everyone.

And so, the few teachers who had come from afar were all still arranged to stay at the guesthouse. Tomorrow, he would have to take them sightseeing around Fengjing.

It was the New Year Festival. Since they had taken the effort to travel a thousand miles here already, how could they return light as a feather.

Eating well and having fun were basics. Also buy some local specialties to bring back for relatives at home.

When someone brought up returning home first, everyone else shook their heads to refuse, "Since we came together, we'll leave together too. Wait for Fufeng."

"Yes, yes, I want to see Young Master Fufeng's discussion meeting too."

So after all, what would that sight be like?