A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

This was not the first time Father Liu had read the eldest daughter's article, but it was the one that shocked him the most.

After reading the article, Liu's father lost his words for a long time, and repeatedly scrutinized the three articles.

After a long time, he sighed and said: "My son, if you are a man, you will definitely be able to name Hou Baixiang Qingshi."

Under the impact of the three magnificent and magnificent articles, Liu's father's heart was shaking for a long time and he couldn't help himself.

Shu Ange smiled lightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Father, Yunyang doesn't like red clothes and prefers to be armed. You can wait and see."

Facing Zhang Yang's self-confident daughter, Father Liu smiled comfortably, and carefully transcribed the article that was astonishing and brilliant in his eyes, for fear that there would be a wrong word or that the paper would be accidentally stained.

Liu's father is far less talented than his daughter, but he has a hunch that the three characters of Liu Yunyang will soon become famous all over the world.

After all the articles were transcribed, Shu Ange planned to send the other copies to several famous Confucian sects in the county.

Shu Ange is not the kind of person who puts all his eggs in one basket, especially when it comes to important matters related to his future and destiny.

As an unnamed low-class scholar, if Shu Ange wants to be a blockbuster, she must ensure that her articles will be delivered to at least one great scholar.

In order to prevent accidents in this process, she must be prepared with many hands.

After the article was sealed, Shu Ange carefully sealed the letter with varnish, and each letter was stamped with her personal seal and self-introduction.

In order to express his sincerity, Shu Ange, a great scholar living in Muyang City, personally came to the door and sent the articles he wrote to his mansion respectfully.

As for the Great Confucian living in the surrounding counties, Shu Ange sent the letter to the post station, paid a lot of money, and asked the post soldier to help him send it to the Great Confucian Gate.

After finishing all this, Shu Ange finally breathed a sigh of relief. She did her best to obey the destiny, and the next thing she had to wait for was a response.

This kind of mood is novel, more nervous than Shu Ange's mood when he participated in the college entrance examination.

The waiting time always seemed extremely long.

In a courtyard on the outskirts of Muyang, Mr. Lu Tingyuan, known as the Confucian Big Dipper, is holding a tea party at his home.

The water was flowing, the fragrance of peaches and plums was fragrant, and several middle-aged men dressed in wide robes and big sleeves with the style of celebrities were chatting and laughing among the pavilions.

Not far away, a man in white was lying under a tree with two children. His whole body was burning like a radiance.

He casually held a scroll of poetry, but his eyes lingered in the spring garden.

The two children were carved with pink and jade, but at the age of eleven or twelve, they were innocent and ignorant of world affairs.

Among the people in the pavilion, except for Duke Lu, the others couldn't help but turn their attention to the leisurely white-robed gentleman under the tree.

It's not because of his flamboyant appearance that people dare not ignore it, but his background is too embarrassing.

Mingming was born with stars to hold the moon, but because of illness, he was not allowed to be frightened, and he was not allowed to discuss government affairs. He could only be a wealthy and idle person.

"Everyone, Lu has two strange articles here that I would like to share with you. I wonder if you can show me your face?"

Even Mr. Lu, who has the reputation of Taishan Beidou, praised the article, and everyone is naturally interested.

Duke Lu sent a book boy to deliver one of the articles to the white-clothed gentleman, and the remaining one was shared with several guests.

Several guests only read the number of lines, and they were amazed, and they recited the good sentences in it. Even Duke Lu was a little hard to control.

Xiao Zhanlu was born frail, and he should not be rash with his emotions. As time goes by, others will see his temperament a little dull.

He opened the article and only scanned one line, his eyes suddenly lit up, he couldn't help but get up and read it word by word.

(Yeah, the hero and heroine meet in the next chapter, hehe)