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

"Mo Yao?"

Ci Song's mind was spinning rapidly, and soon a portrait and Mo Yao's information appeared in his memory. Mo Yao, the granddaughter of General Mo, was the most talented woman of the younger generation in Zhongzhou. She was a poet at the age of five, a student at the age of seven, and a scholar at the age of twelve. She was praised as the person who was most likely to achieve semi-sainthood in the future after Ci Qibai.

"I am actually engaged to such a genius? What's going on? Why has no one ever mentioned it to me?"

"Wait, if I really have an engagement with such a genius, even if her family agrees, will she agree?" Ci Song fell into deep thought for a while.

"Hey, Ci Song, what are you thinking about?" Xu Shaocong asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just wonder, do you think a playboy like me is really worthy of a genius like her? What if she doesn't agree?" Ci Song asked in confusion.

"Parents' orders, matchmaker's words, since the engagement has been made, then your marriage must be a success. Even if Mo Yao disagrees, so what? How can we decide our marriage?"

Then Xu Shaocong embraced Ci Song and said, "There is a new restaurant next to Cuiyuan Tower, called Fusheng Tower. Do you want to go for a look? You must be bored staying at home for so long?"

"I'd rather not go. Wasn't the last joke enough? I don't want to be scolded by my father again. Just accompany me to stroll around the city. I'm afraid I won't have time like this in the future."

Ci Song refused the invitation to the brothel. Although he still wanted to see it in his heart, he thought about it and realized that his reputation had just been restored by his father. It would be unwise to go to the brothel now.

"Okay, since you are going to the academy, I will have fewer opportunities to see you. It's a good opportunity to choose some gifts for you, which can be regarded as a farewell party for you."

. . . . . . .

Taiwei Mansion, study room.

A woman sat upright on a chair, with black hair as long as a waterfall, wearing a bright red velvet brocade, and her skin was as white as snow, as flawless as jade. Under her slender willow-leaf eyebrows, there was a pair of clear eyes, and her nose was straight, which contrasted with her eyes that were not stained with dust, but her rosy cherry mouth was tightly closed, without any intention of speaking.

Her fingers gently plucked the strings of the pipa in her hand, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, the melody was light and heavy, the tone was either coquettish or angry, or sad or resentful, or soft or hard, like resentment, admiration, crying, and complaining, which formed a sharp contrast with the woman's own cold temperament.

At the end of the song, the old man sitting on the armchair slowly said: "Yao'er, has your cultivation improved again?"

The woman did not speak, as if she was complaining about the old man.

"Hey, Yao'er, what do you think of Ci Song now?"

After hearing this, Mo Yao lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then opened her red lips and said, "Young Master Ci Song is the son of General Ci. Everything he does is from the heart. He is so innocent and so straightforward, just like a boy who spreads money, spreading happiness everywhere."

When Commander Mo heard this, he frowned and said, "Are you speaking for him? Or are you saying that he is unlearned, unmotivated, and greedy for pleasure all day long?"

"Grandpa."

The woman opened her red lips slightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself, and finally said softly, "I should decide my own marriage."

"Yao'er, Grandpa has already decided on this matter, so don't mention it again. In the afternoon, you will go to the general's mansion with me. There are some things that must be done."

"Grandpa, I..."

The woman wanted to say something else, but after seeing her grandfather's eyes, she chose to accept it.

. . . . . . .

Ci Song, who was on the side, followed Xu Shaocong to visit several famous scenic spots in Zhongzhou City, and then had a meal with several other friends. When they heard that Ci Song was going to the academy, they were shocked, and then they poured wine for Ci Song to see him off.

Ci Song refused to drink in his father's name. He knew very clearly that underage drinking was harmful to health, so he refused directly.

After hearing this, several people stopped persuading him. After dinner, Ci Song refused several people's invitation to go to the brothel and turned back to the general's mansion alone.

But when Ci Song arrived at his door, he found that there were many more guards at the door, and the main yard was full of gold, silver and jewelry. Under the sunlight, it was shining and looked very tempting.

"Is there a guest at home?"

Ci Song was very curious, so he went directly to the guest room in the mansion to welcome guests.

When Ci Song walked into the guest room, he found his father talking to an old man, Gongsun Cuo was sitting in a corner of the guest room, and next to the old man stood a woman who was of the highest quality in both appearance and temperament.

Seeing Ci Song coming back, Ci Qibai stood up, took him to the old man, and introduced: "Ci Song, you are back, come, let me introduce you, this is General Mo, you can call him Grandpa Mo."

"Child Ci Song has met Grandpa Mo." Ci Song saluted the old man.

"This beautiful girl is Mo Yao, this should be the second time you have met." Ci Qibai continued to introduce.

"Hello Miss Mo." Ci Song bowed.

"Since Song'er is here, I will get straight to the point. Yao'er and I are here today for the marriage contract."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of Ci Qibai and Gongsun Cuo became a little cold.

Ci Song, who was standing aside, started thinking in his heart: "Look at this posture, are you here to cancel the engagement? My goodness, is canceling the engagement a procedure that all time travelers have to go through? I didn't expect that I would encounter such an ancient scene. What should I say next?"

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't despise the young and poor? This sentence should have been used a long time ago, right? By the way, isn't this "don't despise the young and poor" a poem by Li Bai?"

"Let me think, what is the original poem."

Just as Ci Song was thinking, Ci Qibai suddenly said: "This engagement was made by you Mo family and me back then. Are you here today to regret the engagement?"

Ci Qibai's words directly made the atmosphere in the hall tense.

"You misunderstood. We came here today to finalize this marriage."

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