Chapter 372: Infamy for Ten Thousand Years

Jia Shu was startled, an expression of disbelief erupting in his eyes.

He just stared blankly at Murong Che.

Murong Che chuckled, remaining calm and composed, and whispered, "Lord Jia, have you heard of Wangbei Academy?"

Jia Shu took a deep breath.

Logically speaking, not many people in the Longyan Dynasty should know about this Wangbei Academy. But Jia Shu happened to be one of those people.

"You, you, you—you are a Wangbei-er?"

A dazzling, sharp light erupted in Jia Shu's eyes.

Murong Che breathed a sigh of relief; he had deliberately chosen this Horse Carriage to discuss these matters with Jia Shu because Luo Huo himself was a person of deep suspicion, and after he took control of Jiangzhou, this Jiangzhou was filled with his eyes and ears everywhere.

Therefore, not needing to waste time explaining what a "Wangbei-er" was, was the safest thing for both of them.

Murong Che chuckled and said, "Lord Jia, there is no need to elaborate on the details; Murong Che only wants to ask you, do you dare to play a big game?"

Jia Shu took a deep breath: "Big? How big?"

Murong Che wore a smile, looking out the window.

"Big enough to have no bounds, big enough that it might make you bear the infamy of ages, to be reviled by future generations for ten thousand years!"

Inside the Horse Carriage.

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

Jia Shu was stunned by this sentence from Murong Che.

Infamy for ten thousand years?

In this day and age, what scholar does not care about their reputation? This time, because he "did not die from the slow slicing," his unyielding backbone had already become famous throughout the Longyan Dynasty.

He enjoyed this feeling very much.

As long as a person lives in this world, it is for fame and fortune.

The world is bustling, all coming for profit.

The world is jostling, all going for profit.

He did not seek profit, only fame.

He could already imagine that if he returned to Liangzhou like this, he would certainly be promoted by the Young Master.

At a time like this, you want him to bear infamy for ten thousand years?

But Jia Shu knew that the Wangbei-ers were all capable of reaching the heavens and skilled in plotting; Murong Che's words certainly were not without purpose. He took a deep breath: "What can I gain?"

Murong Che slapped his thigh and laughed heartily: "Either become a hero revered by ten thousand people, or become a traitor to the nation reviled for ten thousand years!"

He looked at Jia Shu with burning eyes: "Lord Jia, do you dare to play?"

Jia Shu was shaken to his core upon hearing this, leaning back against the Horse Carriage involuntarily, sweat streaming down his cheeks.

Either succeed, and be revered by the world.

Or fail, and be utterly disgraced...

"What can you gain?"

A moment later, he asked Murong Che.

Murong Che gave a dashing smile: "I will die."

Jia Shu took a deep breath, his entire being plunged into intense shock.

The scene was deathly silent.

That scholar, as if gone mad, splashed the black liquid toward Liu Zheng again and again.

"Audacious!"

Pei Qianyun shouted in anger. Because the atmosphere was joyful today, and Qin Zhangfeng was right by Liu Zheng's side, he had not been protecting Liu Zheng too closely and had only just reacted. The black liquid had already stained Liu Zheng's clothes.

Liu Zheng was also startled in his heart.

The people nearby were all in an uproar.

Fortunately.

This black liquid was just ink.

"Seize him!"

"Audacious bandit!"

Soon, someone tied up the scholar, and the man was still cursing angrily, the content extremely unpleasant. Traitor, hypocrite, fame-seeker!

No matter how others punched and kicked him, he still cursed like that.

"Governor Liu... this..."

Zhong Lin was already covered in cold sweat at this moment, coming over to explain. The work of welcoming Governor Liu into Shuzhou was actually so imperfect; how would people view Shuzhou? How would the people of the world view Governor Liu?

Many people at the scene were also looking at Liu Zheng in the center with amusement.

The originally good atmosphere had suddenly become like this.

There would certainly be many people watching the excitement and the joke.

"You, you are this..."

Pei Yanran was also furious.

Liu Zheng, however, chuckled and waved his hand, his eyes looking at the scholar, saying indifferently: "General Zhong, there is no need for excessive punishment. Since ancient times, those who splash ink are not necessarily unrefined! It seems that my, Liu Zheng's, literary talent is shallow; these people just want to add some ink to Zheng's belly..."

These words.

The whole crowd was stunned.

And then, many people burst into laughter.

Ink...

Doesn't that refer to Learning?

This metaphor is quite apt, and in such a situation, Liu Zheng's tolerance and lack of punishment for this person further highlight his broad-mindedness.

A joking metaphor dissolved the awkward atmosphere on the spot.

Liu Zheng laughed heartily and said, "I have indeed been negligent in my Learning lately; thank you for the reminder, brother!"

The whole room burst into laughter, praising him one after another.

That scholar was so angry that his whole body trembled.

He had not expected that his carefully plotted attempt to mock Liu Zheng would be dissolved by Liu Zheng on the spot, and even mocked back. Why was it a counter-mockery? In this world, who does not know that Prefect Liu is talented and his poetry is peerless? If you want to add some "ink" to Prefect Liu, you should see if you have the ability yourself.

A joke was easily resolved by Liu Zheng's high emotional intelligence.

The people of Shuzhou once again looked at Liu Zheng with newfound respect.

"Prefect Liu..."

Finally, Liu Zheng and his party were arranged to stay at the Shu Wang Mansion. After all, Liu Zheng was now the sworn brother of Xie Zhen, so staying in the Shu Wang Mansion was not a major issue in terms of etiquette.

Zhong Ling then made a bitter face and expressed his apologies once again.

Liu Zheng shook his head with a smile: "General Zhong, I do not intend to pursue this matter further. I know that at this time in the Longyan Dynasty, there are those who curse me, and countless others who praise me. If Liu Zheng lived for the tongues of these people, I would no longer be myself. There is no need to mention this matter again. Next, Qin Dage's wedding is the priority; can it be arranged?"

Zhong Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief, his face beaming with joy, and he laughed heartily: "Prefect Liu, Zhong Lin has already arranged this matter..."

"It is just..."

He suddenly smiled ambiguously.

Liu Zheng was taken aback: "Just what?"

Zhong Lin chuckled and said: "Prefect Liu, an old friend has just arrived in Shuzhou..."

"An old friend?"

Liu Zheng was stunned once again.

Just at this moment.

A familiar sound of a zither had already begun to ring out in the courtyard of the Shu Wang Mansion.

"Manqing?"

Liu Zheng's whole body jolted, and he stood up abruptly, his heart surging with waves; unable to hold back any longer, he ran toward the sound of the zither.

The smooth and leisurely zither music in the Shu Wang Mansion.

Suddenly stopped.

Followed by a soft cry, a murmur.

And then, the zither music began to become chaotic...

Springtime in the Shu Wang Mansion.

Delicate cries came in waves.

A pair of mandarin ducks, like fish in water.

Over here, Qin Zhangfeng and Pei Yanran were chatting.

At this moment, they heard it and became red-faced, the atmosphere turning awkward.

"Bad person!"

The two were awkward for a while, then spat out simultaneously.