I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

"So what is the poem you just mentioned?"

Li Mu looked at Li Wu anxiously, waiting for his answer, thinking,

"My goodness, all the necessary steps for traveling through ancient dynasties, I've been waiting so long that the flowers have wilted."

"Mu Zhen, the great scholar, is fond of poetry. He travels around the rivers and lakes, preaching and lecturing. After each lecture, students present poems and ask for Mu's corrections. Is my second brother interested in it too?"

Li Wu had no idea of ​​Li Mu's background and thought that his second brother was also a person who liked to pretend to be cultured, so he told him the news he had heard in the school.

The more Li Mu listened, the brighter his eyes became. He was thinking,

"It's good to like poetry. If what the naughty kid said is true, the current emperor not only wanted to become the disciple of this old man Mu, but also asked him to be an official. This old man actually refused. It must be a scholar with integrity."

Then, Li Mu heard a word he had never heard before and raised his hand to signal Li Wu to stop.

"What do you mean by 'The Record of the Bamboo Courtyard'? What is its use?"

Li Wu looked at Li Mu in surprise, but felt that this look was somewhat disrespectful to his brother, so he quickly retracted it and patiently explained,

"Mu Daru, whose pen name is Zhuting. Zhutinglu is the thoughts that Mu Daru wrote down when he passed away. Daru once said that if someone's poetry could move him, he would give Zhutinglu to them as a gift."

Hearing this, Li Mu was stunned for a moment, and his emotions surged.

"Return, return to the original state? Return to the original state? This is the name of a first-level weapon. This is the first time I've heard of this information about the combat power ceiling in this world."

At this time, Li Wu felt that the look in his second brother's eyes when he looked at him was becoming more and more wrong.

I thought, "Could it be that my second brother's fetish is similar to mine? I'm still a child."

He quickly lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks again, and started to eat rice desperately, not daring to look Li Mu in the eye.

"Xiao Wu, Second Brother wants to discuss something with you."

Li Mu discussed the matter with Li Wu in a tone that he considered to be very kind and gentle.

But when Li Wu heard this sound, he shuddered violently, his hair stood on end, and he started coughing violently because the food in his mouth choked him.

Seeing this, Li Mu quickly stood up and sat next to Li Wu, patting his back and speaking softly.

"Does Xiao Wu know how to write poetry? Don't you want to take the poetry and go to Old Man Mu, or ask for advice from the great scholar Mu? What if the great scholar takes a liking to you and accepts you as a disciple or something, and brings honor to the palace?"

After hearing what he said before, Li Wu had no intention of paying any attention to his second brother, but when he heard that he was bringing honor to the palace, he was suddenly moved.

Your Majesty, Prince of Yan, and Prince of Jing were all military generals. Although the Prince of Yan's Mansion has a great influence in the army, it lacks civil officials who can have a say.

Li Wu studied hard since he was young, and even neglected martial arts, because he hoped that he could gain glory for the Prince of Yan's Palace through Confucianism and Taoism.

Therefore, even though he was extremely scared of Li Mu, he still forced himself to explain for Li Mu.

"Don't be ridiculous, second brother. How dare I show off my limited knowledge?"

Hearing this, Li Mu put his arm around Li Wu's neck and said seductively:

"I have my second brother here. Tomorrow he will give you a few poems. When the poetry gathering comes, send them to the great scholar for appreciation. Then you can bring the Bamboo Courtyard Record back to my second brother. You can become the great scholar's student and we can make a fortune together."

Li Wu felt that Li Mu's words were becoming more and more unreliable, and he already had the idea of ​​escaping. When Li Mu became excited, he shrank his neck and prepared to escape from Li Mu's clutches.

Li Mu was talking excitedly when he suddenly felt his arms go empty. Without even turning his head, he grabbed the back of Li Wu's collar, pulled it back and pressed him on the stool.

He looked at Li Wu with a bad look, and wanted to say, "Haven't you heard of Zhongyong? He could write poems at the age of six." But then he realized that it was wrong, and this should be a negative example. After thinking for a moment, he tried to persuade him again.

"You don't trust your second brother. Don't you want to show off in front of your classmates, so that the girls in your class will see you with sparkling eyes and fill their desks with love letters. Think about your second brother back then, as soon as he stepped onto the basketball court..."

Li Wu was pressed on a stool by Li Mu like a chicken, listening to words he could not understand at all. He wanted to run away but could not. He could only look in the direction of Li Ling'er with pleading eyes, hoping that his third sister could save him and get him out of this sea of ​​suffering.

At this time, Li Linger's face was full of black lines after listening to Li Mu's words.

She also totally didn't believe that Li Mu, an illiterate man, could write poetry.

However, she was somewhat tempted by Li Mu's attempt to win over Mu Zhen. Mu Zhen held a very high status in the hearts of scholars. If the Prince of Yan's Mansion could be on good terms with Mu Zhen, there would be many benefits.

After sorting out her thoughts, Li Linger spoke up: "Xiao Wu, just listen to your second brother."

Li Wu was already in despair when he saw that Li Ling'er didn't help him. However, he had never dared to disobey his third sister since he was a child. He could only wail in his heart and lament that he had to bear a burden that he shouldn't have to bear at this age.

Half an hour later,

Li Wu tried to persuade Li Ling'er again, hoping that she could take back her decision.

But in the end, he was intimidated by the power of Li Linger's fist and left dejected.

When Li Mu and Li Ling'er were the only ones left in the hall, Li Ling'er looked at Li Mu for a long time and said slowly:

"What are you going to do? Buy poems? Where can you buy poems that will be favored by Mr. Mu?"

Li Mu did not directly answer Li Linger's question, but just waved his hand.

"I need all the poems you can find, old ones, new ones, okay?"

"What do you want these for?"

Li Linger looked at Li Mu in confusion, then seemed to have thought of something and said angrily:

"No, even if you find a more obscure poem, you can't hide it from the great scholar. Doing so will only bring discredit to the palace."

Li Mu was also somewhat helpless. If he hadn't created an illiterate persona for himself before, things would be easier now.

But it would be fine if I didn't have the chance to get the martial arts experience of the world's most powerful fighter, but it would be a bit unreasonable not to take it when it is right in front of me.

For now, I can only prevaricate:

"Good Ling'er, good sister, what good will the decline of the palace bring to me? I am still preparing to be canonized, and I will go out to bully women, so you have to listen to me first."

Li Linger's stomach churned when she heard what Li Mu said. She gave Li Mu a cold look, which made Li Mu shiver.

"You can't even read. I'm afraid my efforts are in vain."

Li Mu hadn't recovered from Li Ling'er's previous roll of eyes. When he heard the question, he subconsciously said:

"It's okay, I have Xiao Zhao."

Li Linger suddenly remembered the scene of Li Mu and Xiao Zhao reading in the study.

A nameless anger burned in his heart. He narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and turned and left.

Li Mu was confused and thought:

"Did she agree or not? What's wrong with this woman? She keeps coming back in fits and starts. No, I can't rely on her all the time. I'll go back and ask Xiao Zhao to help me find her."

He then stood up and left, preparing to return to his own courtyard to ask Xiao Zhao for help.

After a while,

Walking on the corridor leading to his own courtyard, he was thinking about poetry.

At this moment, Li Mu's ears twitched slightly, and then he turned around abruptly and looked towards a dark corner of the house in the distance. He frowned, thought for a moment, and strode towards the dark place.

After observing carefully for a long time, he did not find anything unusual. He only smelled a faint fragrance in the air. After thinking for a moment, he strode away.

"Strange, did I hear it wrong? Maybe, it's so far away after all."

Afterwards, Li Mu walked out of the darkness, returned to the corridor, and no longer thought about what had happened before.

"Physical Refining Stage 2, you hid it pretty well."

At this time, in a room next to the corridor, a pair of amber eyes were looking at Li Mu through the gap in the window.