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

Ning Ping'an slowly asked: "Dean Yan, why did you come to me here?"

"Let's change the questions for this retest." The man in green said slowly.

Hearing this, Ning Ping'an's expression changed slightly. He never expected that Dean Yan would take the initiative to participate in this enrollment, so he continued to ask, "Tell me."

"The topic this time has been changed to 'Can women receive cultural education?'" the man in green said slowly.

Ning Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood Dean Yan's intention. This time the topic was specially written by Dean Yan for Ci Song. He wanted to see if Ci Song had the same idea as his father.

"Okay, I understand."

Ningpingan nodded and said. Dean Yan nodded slightly, "If his son's answer is different from his, accept him and train him as an ordinary literary student."

"What if they are the same?" Ning Ping'an asked in a low voice. In his opinion, Ci Song was a good prospect. Such a talented child must definitely stay at Yan Sheng Academy.

"The normal assessment is based on the poems written." Dean Yan said calmly, "If it is different, we will discuss it with a few gentlemen in the academy and accept it as a registered biography and focus on training."

After saying that, Dean Yan turned around and walked down the tower.

Ning Ping'an, who was left with a surprised look on his face, was at a loss. He didn't expect Dean Yan to give such an answer at all.

Ning Ping'an looked at Dean Yan's back and couldn't help feeling a little emotional. This Dean Yan is the most unique among all academy deans. If it hadn't been for those things that happened back then, his relationship with Ci Qi Bai would not be as alien as it is now.

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Ci Song on the other side is sitting in his courtyard at this time, reading "The Analects" leisurely. To be honest, he really hasn't really read the whole book. Now he just has time, so he can study hard. Ichiban.

Just when Ci Song had read a third of the poem, a figure appeared in his courtyard, "Brother Ci, Fang Zhongyong wants to see you."

Ci Song looked up and found that the person coming was Fang Zhongyong, the "prodigy" he had met before. He walked into the courtyard, walked up to Ci Song, raised his hands and saluted, "Brother Ci."

Ci Song put down the book in his hand and returned the greeting: "Brother Fang."

Fang Zhongyong looked up at Ci Song and found that he was holding a book in his hand. The title of the book was "The Analects of Confucius". He was a little confused. These "Four Books" and "Five Classics" should not have been familiar to him for a long time. Why did he read it now? ?

Moreover, the temperament exuded by Ci Song now is more indifferent and calm.

"Brother Ci, I'm here this time to ask you some questions. Do you have time to answer them?" Fang Zhongyong asked straight to the point.

"Brother Fang, please speak." Ci Song responded without any other emotions.

He asked with some curiosity: "Brother Fang, can you retell the answers you wrote in today's preliminary test? I want to see where I lost."

After hearing what Fang Zhongyong said, Ci Song was a little surprised. He originally thought that Fang Zhongyong came here to discuss poetry and poetry with him, but he did not expect that he came to ask for his answer.

Ci Song put the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand on the table, sighed slightly, and said: "Everyone has his own opinion on the image of a scholar in his heart. My answer is actually not important."

Hearing this, Fang Zhongyong understood the meaning of Ci Song's words. He didn't want to tell himself, so he was not angry. Instead, he looked at Ci Song deeply and said, "Since Brother Ci doesn't want to say it, then I won’t force it.” After that, he turned and left.

Ci Song looked at Fang Zhongyong's leaving figure and couldn't help but wonder, what did Fang Zhongyong mean? He came to me just to see his answer?

In fact, it's not that he can't show it to him, but the current Ci Song is not yet skilled in controlling his talent. He is afraid that when he writes poetry, his talent will be exhausted. What about the second test tomorrow? Ci Song picked up the "Analects of Confucius" on the table and started reading again, no longer thinking about the matter.

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In the early morning of the next day, Ci Song got up early. When he walked out of his courtyard, he happened to see Bai Ye walking in his direction, "Xuezi Ci, you came out just in time, which saved me." part time."

"Senior Bai, will you take us to the exam location this time?"

"Yes, you candidates will be led by me for the third exam."

With that said, Bai Ye took Ci Song to the place where other candidates lived. Ci Song found that except for him and Fang Zhongyong, who had their own courtyard, everyone else was arranged in a collective dormitory similar to an eight-person room.

When Ci Song saw Fang Zhongyong, he slightly saluted him, but Fang Zhongyong seemed not to see him and ignored Ci Song. This made Ci Song complain in his heart: "I don't have much ability, but I have a bad temper."

As for the other ten candidates, Ci Song did not talk too much with them. Everyone followed Bai Ye to a large courtyard. This place was somewhat similar to the previous examination room for the preliminary examination, with the same seventy-two seats.

However, this time was a little different from before. This time, the seats were arranged. Ci Song and others, led by Bai Ye, came to their seats and waited for today's test questions.

After everything was arranged, Bai Ye said to everyone: "I wish you all a successful start and pass this re-examination."

"Thank you, Senior Bai."

After everyone returned the greetings, Bai Ye left the examination room. At the same time, other candidates, led by a formal student, entered the examination room one after another. Soon, all 72 seats were filled.

Not long after, an old man slowly walked to the high platform in the courtyard, looked at the candidates present, and slowly said: "This year's re-examination questions are now distributed."

All the candidates looked expectant, hoping to hear from him that the content of this exam would be related to the factors they are good at. Ci Song also looked up at the old man, but found that this old man was the one who invigilated him yesterday. He was a little surprised. It was too coincidental that the same teacher invigilated two consecutive exams.

Ning Pingan looked at everyone's eager eyes and said calmly: "This exam is set by Dean Yan Zhengyan himself. Everyone should answer carefully and don't fool around."

After hearing Ning Pingan's retelling, the candidates felt a great pressure instantly, but some of them were also slightly excited. After all, being able to have the dean set the questions personally must mean that the dean has some unique insights. Maybe they can become a rising star in the academy with this exam.

And Ci Song was a little confused, because when Ning Pingan said this, his eyes seemed to be on him, and these words seemed to be spoken to him. Could it be that he was being too sentimental?

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