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

"Father, the child is back." Ci Song said to the middle-aged man.

Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a peaceful expression and a jade-like face, but there was a majesty between his brows that could not be ignored.

"My son, shouldn't you be attending the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party at this time? Why did you come back suddenly?"

There was a trace of confusion on Ci Qibai's face. He put down the pen in his hand and walked to Ci Song's side.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to bring your friends. Looking at this outfit, you should be from Zigong Academy, right? Did the Fifth Academy Tea Party end early this year?" Ci Qibai noticed the clothes of Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan, and their faces Showing a hint of understanding.

"Sit down first."

Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan bowed, then sat down at the desk in the room. They are very sensible and know that this is not the time to interrupt too much, so they just wait quietly.

"My son, what happened? Why did you come back today?" Ci Qibai asked.

"Father, Master said that Lord Mirage is experiencing a catastrophe, and the war between heaven and man needs to be postponed, so we came back after the Wen Dao war."

"So that's it. Calculating the time, Mirage Dragon should indeed have experienced a catastrophe." Ci Qibai nodded thoughtfully, then he looked at Duanmu Qingcang, who was sitting next to Ci Song, and said Said: "If I remember correctly, you are Wei Li's child, Qing Cang, right?"

"This boy is Duanmu Qingcang. I have met Mr. Ci."

Hearing Ci Qibai call out his name, Duanmu Qingcang quickly stood up and bowed to him, his slightly trembling hands revealing the emotions in his heart.

"Don't be afraid. Your father and I are old friends. Although there were some unpleasantness between us later, the harm will not affect the future generations. I am not a small-minded person, so you don't need to be so nervous."

Seeing this, Ci Qibai waved his hand and motioned for Duanmu Qingcang to sit down.

"Thank you, Mr. Ci."

Duanmu Qingcang sat down again. In fact, he was not nervous, but a little excited. Ci Qibai was a legend that existed in the mouths of his fathers. Now that he saw the real person, if he said he was not excited, it would be a lie.

"And you, you should be the 'little poetry star' Zhang Wuyan from Zigong Academy, right? You have already written hundreds of poems at the age of twelve, and you can pronounce them in chapters. It's really not easy." Ci Qibai looked at Zhang Wuyan, with a look on his face. A hint of appreciation.

"Mr. Ci is ridiculously complimentary. This guy is just composing random poems. How can he be called a 'Poetry Star'? Compared to Senior Brother Ci Song, he is still far behind."

Zhang Wuyan quickly stood up and saluted. In front of Ci Kuangsheng, his poems were not worth mentioning at all.

"Okay, you two don't have to be so restrained. Since you are my son's friend, then I am your elder. You don't have to be so restrained in front of me."

Ci Qibai's attitude was very easy-going, and even his tone became gentle after confirming their identities.

"Father, Junior Brother Wu Yan has admired you since he was a child. I heard someone say that the reason why Junior Brother Wu Yan chose to write poems into ink was also influenced by you. How about you write a poem for him?"

Ci Song suggested that on the way back to Yan Sheng Academy, he once heard Zhang Wuyan and Duanmu Qingcang ask if they could ask for a poem from their father. Duanmu Qingcang did not directly agree to Zhang Wuyan at that time, but just said that he would try his best. And for.

Ci Song, out of the desire to help others, decided to take the initiative to make this request to his father, which was considered reasonable.

Seeing this, Ci Qibai readily agreed. He stood up and walked to the desk. Without paying any attention, he directly wrote:

"The fragrance of ink has an ancient charm like autumn water,

Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.

The sky and the earth are vast and you can go wherever you want,

Speechless and at ease. ——Given to little friend Zhang Wuyan”

After finishing writing, Ci Qibai put down the pen, blew on the ink gently, and then handed it to Zhang Wuyan.

"Thank you, Mr. Ci."

Zhang Wuyan took the rice paper and felt as if he had found a treasure. This was the first time he had close contact with Ci Qibai, who was like a god in his heart, and the other party even wrote a poem for him. It was like he was dreaming.

He even pinched his arm hard, trying to use the pain to confirm whether he was in a dream.

Ci Qibai gently patted Zhang Wuyan's shoulder and said: "It is a difficult road to write poetry into ink. I hope you will not give up and keep going."

Then Ci Qibai sat back at the desk again. He picked up the brush he had just put down, dipped it in ink again, and asked Duanmu Qingcang, "Qingcang, do you want me to compose a poem for you?"

Duanmu Qingcang really wanted Ci Qibai to compose a poem for him, but thinking of his father's instructions before he left, he finally chose to refuse.

"Qingcang accepts your thoughts." Duanmu Qingcang bowed.

Hearing this, Ci Qibai put down the brush in his hand and said: "By the way, I almost forgot that your father is now the dean of Zigong Academy. If you accept my poem, your father will definitely be punished by the Master Palace." Those old guys are making things difficult.”

"Thank you, Uncle Ci, for your understanding."

"That's all, I won't keep you any longer today, so as not to make any noise."

Ci Qibai directly issued an expulsion order and asked Duanmu Qingcang a few words, "Say hello to your father for me and tell him that he had no choice but to take action against me back then, and I did not blame him. If there is another chance in the future, , I invited him to drink.”

"Qing Cang understands that I will tell my father exactly what Uncle Ci said."

Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan saluted Duanmu Qingcang again and then left.

"Shi Yue, please see these two children off."

"Yes."

As Ci Qibai's voice came out, a blue light flashed, and Shi Yue appeared beside Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan.

"Please come this way."

"Thank you, Uncle Shi Yue."

Duanmu Qingcang and Zhang Wuyan followed Shi Yue out of the general's mansion.

Before they left, they closed the door, leaving only Ci Song and Ci Qibai in the room. Ci Qibai didn't say much. He stood quietly in front of the desk, as if he was thinking about something important.

Ci Song stood aside, not disturbing his father. He knew that at this time, his father needed quiet.

After a while, Ci Qibai returned to his seat and let out a long breath.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Ci Song finally couldn't help asking.

"Nothing, I was just wondering when you can really get married. You can't be like me, having a child in old age, right?" Ci Qibai looked at Ci Song and teased.

"..."

Ci Song looked at his father speechlessly. Isn't this a big jump? Why did they suddenly turn to this topic?

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. It seems that you must have learned a lot from participating in the Five Academy Tea Party this time? Tell me, what interesting things happened?"

Ci Qibai picked up the teacup in his hand and took a sip.

"It was quite interesting. I also witnessed the once-in-a-century killing battle with my own eyes."

"Pah."

After hearing the three words "killing battle", the teacup in Ci Qibai's hand fell directly to the ground.

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