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

When Ci Song just left the thatched cottage, he heard a melodious sound. The sound was a little strange, with a bit of sharpness in the distance, like a bird's cry, and like a flute.

It was as if a melodious mountain spring poured down from a high place, and it was as if a hundred flowers were just blooming, invading Ci Song's heart. Ci Song followed the sound and found that the sound came from outside the bamboo forest. Driven by curiosity, he came to the place where the sound came from, and saw a woman sitting on a slanting branch.

The woman was wearing a bright red Confucian robe, with fluttering sleeves, as if she would go home with the wind at any time. Her long black hair fluttered behind her head, and her right hand was lightly raised and placed in front of her mouth. A pair of eyes like bright stars were looking at Ci Song with a smile.

The instrument in her hand was just a leaf. Ci Song was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the person playing the music was Mo Yao, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. At this time, Mo Yao was like a blooming rose, full of indescribable charm.

The song played by Mo Yao was plain, but it seemed to have life through her blowing. Ci Song was fascinated by it, as if he was in a beautiful painting, with mountains and rivers, birds singing and flowers blooming. All the beauty in the world seemed to be condensed in this song.

When the song ended, Mo Yao looked at Ci Song, but found that he was just looking at her quietly without any reaction.

"Brother Ci Song, is it nice?" Mo Yao asked in a low voice on the branch.

"Beautiful, very beautiful, as the saying goes: listen to birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn, snow in winter, chess in the daytime, and flute under the moon; today I can listen to Miss Mo's song, and this trip to Confucius Academy is worthwhile."

Ci Song praised sincerely. Although he didn't know what song Mo Yao played, it was indeed really nice.

Ci Song originally thought that Mo Yao would be very happy after hearing his praise, but the fact was not so. Mo Yao, who was standing on the branch, curled her lips and jumped down directly.

When Mo Yao fell back to the ground, she walked quickly to Ci Song's side, looked him up and down, and then said: "Brother Ci Song, have you met Yan Ruoci?"

"Of course I have..."

Before Ci Song finished speaking, Mo Yao actually hugged Ci Song directly. Perhaps because of the early development of women, Mo Yao is now taller than Ci Song.

She hugged Ci Song in her arms, gently leaned her head on Ci Song's shoulder, and whispered: "Brother Ci Song, your engagement with her has been cancelled, right?"

"I..." Ci Song had never been so close to other women before, and for a moment he didn't know what to do or what to say.

"I don't care. You have already made an engagement with me. Even if she is older than me, it won't work. Even if she wants to enter our Ci family in the future, she can only be a mistress."

Mo Yao's tone was very firm, just like the mistress of the Ci family. She hugged Ci Song tightly, as if Ci Song would leave her if she let go. She gently rested her chin on Ci Song's shoulder.

"Don't call me Miss Mo, call me Yao'er, just like when we first met." Mo Yao whispered.

"Yao...Yao'er." Ci Song really had no memory of the past, and he didn't know what to do.

"Brother Ci Song, you are so nice." Mo Yao rubbed Ci Song, then raised her head to look at Ci Song's profile, stretched out her hand to hold his face, held his jaw, and blew a breath at him gently.

It must be said that this series of actions of Mo Yao is extremely tempting for a young man who has not had in-depth interactions with the opposite sex.

"Damn, am I a playboy or is she a playboy? Why do I feel something is wrong?"

Ci Song instinctively took two steps back, just because he could not accept Mo Yao's behavior at this time.

"Yao'er, you should introduce me to the Confucius Academy. After all, it is not easy for me to come here once." Ci Song suggested.

"Okay." Mo Yao did not entangle and agreed directly.

In this way, Mo Yao took Ci Song to visit the Confucius Academy. Along the way, many students wearing linen Confucian robes, most of them were in a hurry, reading books, and saluted after seeing Mo Yao.

At the same time, Mo Yao also introduced the situation of the students in the Confucius Academy to Ci Song: "Brother Ci Song, our Confucius Academy is composed of 72 direct disciples and 3,000 outer disciples. Most of the outer disciples are only allowed to travel in the outer courtyard of the academy. Only direct disciples can enter the inner courtyard."

"Inner courtyard? Is the poem stele in the inner courtyard?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Yes." Mo Yao nodded.

Mo Yao took Ci Song to reacquaint himself with the layout of Confucius Academy. Compared with Yansheng Academy, the layout of Confucius Academy is simpler.

Yansheng Academy is a bit like a complicated and prosperous town, while Confucius Academy is more like a large-scale temple.

The buildings in the outer courtyard of the academy are mainly made of stone, with gray walls and black tiles, and each one exudes a sense of solemnity. The buildings in the inner courtyard of the academy are mostly built of white jade, and there are also many bamboo forests planted in it, which are lush and vibrant, making the whole academy more elegant.

In the four corners of the academy, there are also special incense burners, and there are always wisps of light smoke rising, making the whole academy in a faint book fragrance.

After walking through a bamboo forest, Mo Yao brought Ci Song to a hall. There was a plaque at the entrance of the hall with three big characters on it - the Holy Temple.

"Brother Ci Song, the Holy Temple is the place where Confucius became a saint. Students who come to the Confucius School usually come here to worship and pray. Do you want to worship as well?" Mo Yao asked in a low voice.

"Then you must worship." Ci Song nodded and said seriously. He still remembered that when he took the college entrance examination, the gel pens he bought were engraved with the "Confucius Temple Pray for Blessings". Today, he must come here to take advantage of this blessing.

After the two entered the Holy Temple, they found that the hall was unusually empty. There was only a three-foot square stone platform in the center of the hall. Ci Song had seen the statue on the stone platform before. It was Confucius.

"Brother Ci Song, be pious."

Mo Yao saw that Ci Song was just bowing and salutation, so she immediately reminded him. At the same time, she put her hands together, placed them on her chest, and bowed deeply to the statue of Confucius.

Seeing that Mo Yao was so pious, Ci Song naturally did not dare to neglect it. After bowing to the statue of Confucius, he went directly to the incense burner.

Just because Ci Song had just arrived, he thought that this place would be like other temples, and there would be someone to guide how to burn incense, but it was obvious that no one here took the initiative to come forward, so he had no choice but to look to Mo Yao for help.

Seeing that Ci Song was so dull, Mo Yao immediately laughed, then picked up the incense beside her, walked to Ci Song's side, and demonstrated the process of burning incense.

When Ci Song took the incense handed over by Mo Yao and was about to step forward, a mocking voice came from behind him.

"When did this wood from the Rotten Wood Academy become so smart? He actually came to the Holy Temple to worship?"

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