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

"I will work hard. By the way, have Mo Yao and I met before?" Ci Song asked.

"Have I met you, you don't know?" Xu Shaocong rolled his eyes at Ci Song, and then thought to himself, "Hey, I don't have any impression. Although you two are engaged, according to convention, you two cannot meet each other. Why? .Are you afraid that Mo Yao doesn’t look good?”

"No, I'm just asking." Ci Song replied. He was just curious about why Mo Yao had an inexplicable affection for him, and he kept saying "Brother Ci Song" every time, which really touched his heart. Who wouldn’t like such a wife?

"Don't worry, I heard others talk about it. Mo Yao's appearance is not inferior to the girls from Zhongzhou. Even compared to Miss Li Ge, she is no less generous. If there is a chance someday, I will arrange for you to meet in private?" Xu Shaocong asked.

"No, no, I just happened to be home. I'll leave first."

With that said, Ci Song jumped off the carriage, waved to Xu Shaocong by the window, and then entered the general's mansion.

"It's strange. Do people really have enlightenment?" Xu Shaocong looked at Ci Song's back and murmured in his heart, "I can only say that he is worthy of being General Ci's biological son. Such a temperament is consistent."

"Brother Miu, go home." Xu Shaocong shouted to the coachman, who drove the carriage away from the general's mansion.

When Ci Song on the other side just returned home, he saw his father and Gongsun Cuo sitting in the yard not far from the door, drinking tea. He was just about to say hello when he heard a guard at the door approaching. He whispered: "Major General, you'd better take the back door. The general and Mr. Gongsun are blocking you here."

"Block me? Why?" Ci Song asked in confusion.

"You are going today..."

Before the guard could finish speaking, Ci Qibai had already walked to Ci Song's side and looked at him coldly, "Back? Come, come drink tea."

"Okay father."

Ci Song followed Ci Qi Bai to the pavilion, sat down, and then poured himself a cup of tea.

"I can smell the rouge and gouache on your body half a street away. Did you go to a brothel to relax again?" Ci Qibai's tone was serious,

Ci Song almost spit out his tea. He quickly explained: "Father, it's not what you think. I..."

"Ci Song, you have finally started to change in a good direction, why are you willing to fall down?" Ci Qibai's tone was very light. Although the words were serious, he did not mean to blame Ci Song.

"Father, I did go to a brothel today, but things are not what you think. Let me explain to you slowly."

Ci Song frankly admitted that he went to the brothel today, but his attitude was very correct. He did not want to be misunderstood by his father.

"Okay, then explain it to me slowly." Ci Qibai picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

"Ahem, master, the young master is in his prime of life given his age, so you can't be too harsh on him, what do you think?" Gongsun Cuo stepped forward and comforted him.

Ci Song didn't say much, he directly told what happened today and the people he met today, everything was detailed, and he didn't hide anything.

After listening to Ci Song's story, Ci Qibai looked at his own son suspiciously and murmured: "Hey, this, isn't this right?"

"What's wrong?" Ci Song felt that what he said was quite detailed, even the details of His Royal Highness looking back at Xu Shaocong before leaving.

"You boy, you can't even walk when you see a beautiful girl on weekdays. Although Miss Li Ge from Cuiyuan Building is young, she has already begun to take shape of becoming a queen. You actually gave up on your own initiative. My son, isn't it? Is there something wrong with your body?"

As he spoke, Ci Qibai looked at Ci Song's lower body, showing a worried look.

"Ahem, dad, you misunderstood. There is nothing wrong with my body. I, I just feel that the Li Ge girl is different from the girls I have met before. She has a deep mind, and I feel a little uncomfortable getting along with her." Ci Song expressed his inner thoughts.

After hearing Ci Song's explanation, Ci Qi Bai smiled instead. He gently put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "This little girl Li Ge does have a special life experience. It's a good thing that you don't have any contact with her."

Ci Song then asked: "Dad, do you also know Li Ge?"

"I know a few things." Ci Qibai replied, but he did not continue. Instead, he asked about other things, "My son, I heard that Li Ge only saw those talents that she recognized. In the entire Zhongzhou City, I have seen There are only ten young people with her true appearance. How did you meet her? Are you writing poetry again? "

Hearing this, the smile on Ci Song's face became even bigger. He directly mobilized all the talents in his dantian and gathered them in the palm of his hand, forming a slender silk thread.

Flying out from his fingertips, a trace of talent finally formed.

"Is this?" Ci Qibai and Gongsun Cuo both showed surprised expressions when they saw this scene, "You are as talented as silk, my son, have you made a breakthrough?

"Yeah, I wrote another poem, and then I had a breakthrough." Ci Song said lightly.

"Ah? You, you have only been in ink for a month, right?" The shock in Ci Qibai's eyes turned into a look of confusion.

Ci Song gave the reason that he had already thought about and said, "Maybe my talent has awakened. After all, dad, you are a peerless genius. Dragons beget dragons and phoenixes beget phoenixes. My talent is not bad. "

"Is my son really a late bloomer? Or is the brothel a place of blessing for my son?"

Ci Qibai fell into deep thought. He remembered the first transformation of Ci Song, which was after the riot in the brothel, he began to study, and then he became a formal literati with poetry. Today, he came back from the brothel again, and then he broke through again, which is very puzzling.

Ci Qibai fell into deep thought. He remembered the first transformation of Ci Song, which was after the riot in the brothel, he began to study, and then he became a formal literati with poetry. Today, he came back from the brothel again, and then he broke through again, which is very puzzling.

"Congratulations, Master, Congratulations, Master, you can break through the realm of Tongsheng at the age of twelve, and you have caught up with the progress of most students. You are also a poet, far beyond the ordinary genius of the same age. Confucius said: If you do not correct your mistakes, it is called a mistake. Master, you know your mistakes and correct them, which is not something that ordinary people can do."

Gongsun Cuo on the side was already smiling from ear to ear, and even lined up with some excitement.

"Grandpa Cuo, please don't bother me. I'm not a genius. I'm just a plagiarist." Ci Song replied.

"Plagiarist? What is a plagiarist?" Gongsun Cuo didn't quite understand this unfamiliar word.

Just as Ci Song was about to answer, Ci Qibai said, "My son, can you recite the poem you wrote today?"

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