After hearing Baili Tongyun's words, Huang Tingshu turned around.

He reached out to take the invitation, opened it, and frowned.

"Someone came with this invitation in the morning and took a handwritten copy from me, saying it was a reward from the Jade Epiphyllum Cultural Society."

Han Muye, who was standing at the back, had no emotion on his face, but he was amused in his heart.

This Chen Ru moved very quickly and had already been here in Huang Ting Shu.

Huang Tingshu's words made Baili Tongyun stunned for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth angrily and said: "These bad people actually deceive even great masters like you, grandpa."

She clenched her fists and waved them vigorously: "If I catch who they are, I will definitely, definitely -"

Huang Tingshu shook his head and turned to look at Han Muye: "What do you think?"

Han Muye looked at the invitation, nodded and said, "This is really a great thing for me as a Confucian and Taoist practitioner."

Good thing?

Baili Tongyun turned to look at Han Muye blankly, suddenly frowned, and pointed at Han Muye: "You, you didn't do this, right?"

"Nonsense, Makino is your elder, why don't you apologize to your uncle?" Huang Tingshu shouted, interrupting Baili Tongyun.

uncle.

Baili Tongyun moved her mouth a few times, but finally did not speak again.

Han Muye looked at her and smiled softly.

She is really a smart girl, she could guess that she did this.

But there are some things that you can't admit to your face, so don't admit them in person, otherwise everyone will be embarrassed.

"Tongyun, you are still young and don't understand."

Han Muye shook his head and looked outside where Mu Wan and Baili Xinglin were setting out bowls and chopsticks.

Still young?

don't know?

Baili Tongyun frowned and was about to speak when she heard Han Muye's voice sounded again.

"Rewarding the great Confucian's handwriting will make this literary society even more important."

“The more important the cultural conference is, the more scholars will pay attention to this cultural conference.”

Han Muye's voice was gentle.

"Pay more attention? Then you can sell more invitations?"

Baili Tongyun snorted coldly: "You really know how to do business."

"In your opinion, this is just business?" Han Muye's voice sounded a little louder than before.

Mu Wan and Baili Xinglin both turned their heads.

Huang Tingzhu looked at Han Muye. Baili Tongyun was also a little overwhelmed and raised her head.

Han Muye's voice came up again, but it was much colder and stern: "You guys were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and all you've seen since childhood are great Confucians. Of course you don't know that there are countless students in the world who want to be a great Confucian but can't get it."

"There is a clerk in my shop named Zuo Yulong. He is older than you."

"He has some talent in Confucianism and Taoism, and has already cultivated the aura of greatness."

"But since he attended the Imperial City Academy five years ago, he has never listened to a Confucian class in person."

"Because, he doesn't have that chance."

"You are the proud people who listen to the teachings of the great Confucians as if they are eating and drinking. How do you know the hardships of others?"

Han Muye's voice was loud.

Baili Tongyun was stunned there, at a loss.

She knew that what Han Muye said was not wrong.

Every time there is a class at Imperial City Academy, there are countless students outside to observe the class.

Although she would not laugh at these students, she never treated them as her classmates.

Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't be like this.

However, this cannot be the reason for this guy to scold himself!

What’s more, this is still my home!

"Senior brother, Tongyun is still young and doesn't know the sufferings in the world. She will understand in the future."

Mu Wan came over and gently took Han Muye's arm.

Han Muye nodded and said calmly: "Little girl, please keep this invitation. Let's not talk about its value. If my uncle and the others don't take you to the fairy boat, this invitation will also give you the qualification to observe."

After saying that, he followed Mu Wan's pull and walked towards the table.

The tearful Baili Tongyun looked up at the silent Huang Tingshu, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost cried.

Ever since she was little, no one has ever talked about her so seriously.

Moreover, in today's matter, it is clear that I was not wrong.

How can I make money from this wedding invitation?

Huang Ting glanced at her and said softly: "What your uncle said is right."

These words made Baili Tongyun dumbfounded.

The grandfather who always loves him the most also helps others to speak up?

"Girl, the Bailu Mountain Academy has only been established a few years ago, but with only three or five masters teaching it, it has taken the world by storm and is known as a rival to the Imperial City Academy. Do you know what's going on?"

Huang Tingshu narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

what happened?

Isn't it because the great master Han Mu used poetry as a sword to open a avenue for Confucian scholars all over the world?

The Imperial City Academy doesn't like scholars carrying swords very much.

Seeing Baili Tongyun's expression, Huang Ting shook his head: "Silly girl, there are thousands of Confucian and Taoist scholars in the world, how many of them can get in?"

"No one wants to be a bastard, but how many people are born without being a bastard?"

"You guys are so blessed and don't know it..."

He clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the wooden table.

After walking only a few steps, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

At the table, Baili Xinglin, who was full of smiles, took out a jade-white wine flask and filled it with clear wine.

Raise your head and make eye contact.

A forced smile appeared on Huang Tingshu's lips.

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It was already evening when Han Muye and Mu Wan returned to Guanyueli.

Grand Master Huang Tingshu was so enthusiastic that after dinner, he asked Han Muye to recite poems and compose poems, and even drew many pictures beside the inkstone washing pool.

If Han Muye and Mu Wan hadn't said goodbye resolutely, Grandmaster Huang would have dragged Han Muye and the others into talking all night long.

Returning to Danyuan Pavilion, Han Muye saw the jade slip sent by Chen Ru.

To be honest, the shopkeeper of Caiyi Xuan is really a wizard, he can think of all kinds of schemes.

Clothes tainted with the aura of a great Confucian?

There are a lot of people grabbing this shirt.

Who wants the boat girl's underwear?

In Han Muye's view, this business can indeed be done, but it must be made clear.

But we can't make those great scholars unhappy.

After all, if someone doesn’t like the clothes you provided, or they don’t want to take off the clothes they are wearing, you can’t force them, right?

Also, it’s better not to make any decisions about the clothes of Princess Yunjin and Bai Wuhen.

While it was still dark, Han Muye handed the returned jade slips to Zuo Lin and asked him to drive Zuo Yuting and Zuo Yulong back while taking the jade slips to Chen Ru.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After closing the door of the shop and returning to the courtyard, Mu Wan turned to look at Han Muye.

"Senior brother, why did you treat Tong Yun like that at my uncle's place today?"

"They were born and grew up in the imperial city. They are rich and worry-free from birth. It is really difficult to understand your painstaking efforts, senior brother."

Painful?

The hard work is just to earn more spiritual stones.

Han Mu’s ambition is funny.
To be continued...