Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"Father, I am willing to go. As the saying goes: 'Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.' The more you travel, the more knowledge you gain." Ci Song replied with a smile.

"Reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles? This sentence contains infinite philosophy. My son, it turns out that you have really been hiding your clumsiness."

After hearing Ci Song's answer, Ci Qi Bai became even more convinced that his son had been pretending to be stupid before, and he would definitely become a great man in the future, at least reaching the level of an eighth-grade literary giant.

"This is really a mercy from Saint Confucius, Uncle Cuo. Please come with me to the Confucius Temple. I want to return my vow to Saint Confucius." Ci Qibai laughed.

Hearing this, Gongsun Cuo nodded and left first, "Yes, I'll get ready right now."

"As for Ci Song, you should also go out for a walk. You have been studying during this period, and you are very tired when you think about it. On the one hand, I want you to have a good rest this time, and on the other hand, I want you to have a good time with your friends. Farewell, after all, after entering the academy, there are very few opportunities to go out. "

Ci Qibai patted Ci Song on the shoulder. He was obviously in a good mood at this time, and actually wanted to take the initiative to ask Ci Song to leave home and go to the city. This would have been absolutely impossible in the past.

"good."

Ci Song nodded. He had been in this world for more than half a month and had never left home. It sounded like something was wrong. Ci Song was not an otaku.

In this way, Ci Qibai and Gongsun Cuo left the General's Mansion and went to the Confucius Temple outside Zhongzhou City. Ci Song also stepped out of home for the first time and stepped into the streets of the capital of Liang Kingdom.

Zhongzhou City, as the most prosperous city in Daliang Kingdom and the location of the imperial palace, is naturally extremely prosperous.

The streets were lined with shops and crowded with people. Although Ci Song was already trying his best to look at the surrounding buildings and stalls, he was still shocked by the bustling level as he had just traveled from another world.

There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and scholars in colorful clothes can be seen everywhere on the streets. They are either in groups or in pairs, discussing poems and songs with each other, or talking about the scriptures of heaven and earth. There are many young people with young faces among them, the youngest one looks only five or six years old.

"Perhaps this is the world that ancient scholars longed for most." Ci Song sighed in his heart.

Ci Song walked on the street, feeling the local customs and the strong cultural atmosphere, which made Ci Song feel very comfortable.

Compared with the modern city where the lights are on and there are many high-rise buildings, the city of this era obviously has more connotation. At this time, a group of people riding horses

It flew past him, kicking up a gust of wind and dust. A group of young men in gorgeous clothes galloped past him. They rode horses, raised their heads and held their chests high, their faces full of pride.

Looking at these young men, who were only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the sharp swords and bows they carried, as well as the sweat and dust on their bodies, it was obvious that they had just returned from hunting. "Ci Song, what have you been doing these days? Why haven't I seen you for nearly half a month?"

At this moment, a young man turned around on his horse and came to Ci Song's side.

"Xu Shaocong, did you just come back from hunting?"

Ci Song looked at the young man on the horse, and after looking carefully, he recognized his identity. In the night before, he had asked the maid who his friends were, and ordered others to send their identities and portraits to Ci Song's bedroom. Ci Song spent some time writing them all down. Keep it in mind to avoid cheating in the future.

"Yes, my archery skills are getting better and better. Maybe one day, like my father, I will be able to master the art of riding and archery."

As Xu Shaocong spoke, he dismounted directly, walked to Ci Song's side, and hugged his shoulders, "Were you imprisoned because of the incident at the brothel a few days ago?"

"Yes, my father let me read books in the library for fifteen days, and he released me today." Ci Song lied.

"Hiss, your father is really ruthless. He deserves to be the 'human massacre' general." Xu Shaocong gave a thumbs up.

"Hey, Xu Shaocong, what are you doing? Why are you hugging people on the street? Who is this kid?"

I saw another young man carrying a bow and arrow riding a horse to Xu Shaocong and Ci Song. This young man looked unruly, sitting on the horse and looking down at Ci Song and Xu Shaocong.

"Don't waste time. Didn't you say that you still want to accompany me to visit Cuiyuan Tower in Zhongzhou? If this delays time and misses Miss Li Ge, can you bear this responsibility?"

The young man said to Xu Shaocong with a reproachful tone, and then rolled his eyes at Ci Song.

"Who is this?"

Ci Song looked at the young man on horseback. He could actually accuse Xu Shaocong. His eyes were full of doubts. Xu Shaocong's father was a guard in Zhongzhou City and one of the Nine Qings. His status was only lower than that of the Three Dukes and the Emperor, so Xu Shaocong usually He is arrogant and domineering, fearless of heaven and earth, and no one dares to provoke him.

Why are you being scolded by this young man today? Could it be that he is a prince or a descendant of the Third Duke? That's not right, I have seen all the princes and the three princes' descendants who look like young men about the same age as me, but I have never seen him before.

"This is the prime minister's grandson, Zhang Shuzhi." Xu Shaocong introduced.

"Prime Minister's grandson? Why haven't I seen Prime Minister Zhang have such a grandson?"

Ci Song wondered curiously, he knew that the current prime minister's surname was Zhang, but where did this grandson come from?

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you have nothing to do, don't bother me. We have something important to do." Zhang Shuzhi said arrogantly.

Facing such an impolite person, Ci Song would not give him a good face. He laughed sarcastically and said, "Shaocong, this kid is not the illegitimate son of Prime Minister Zhang, right?"

"Not an illegitimate son, but the grandson of an illegitimate son." Although Xu Shaocong's tone was flat, Ci Song also heard the sarcasm in his tone.

"Oh, so that's the case. No wonder I don't know this kid. Look, his temperament is pure and innocent with a little dull and natural agility. We can't raise such talents in Zhongzhou." Ci Song said to Xu Shaocong with a smile.

"Who are you scolding!"

Zhang Shuzhi was directly angry. The white-clothed boy in front of him was scolding him for his poor temperament and barbaric nature. He had never suffered such grievances before, so he confronted Ci Song directly.

With Zhang Shuzhi's roar, everyone around him focused their attention on Ci Song, Xu Shaocong and Zhang Shuzhi.

"I will scold anyone who talks to me. You are the son of the prime minister's illegitimate son. With your status, what qualifications do you have to put on such an attitude in front of me?"

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