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

This sentence is like a drop of ink, making ripples on the calm lake. People began to whisper to each other, their eyes flickered, curiosity and doubt intertwined. The name Ci Song caused a small commotion in the crowd.

Ci Song's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at Bai Ye, only to see that he also looked surprised. Ci Song instantly understood that he seemed to have won the top spot.

"Is it really the No. 1 dude in Daliang who came to take the exam?"

"Impossible. If that guy comes, he will definitely make a big fuss and want to let everyone in Zhongzhou know."

"Indeed, I heard that this man has never even read the Four Books and Five Classics.

How is it possible to top the exam? "

"It should be someone with the same name."

At this moment, Ci Song's name spread among the crowd. People began to gather around him, hoping to catch a glimpse of the chart-topper.

Ci Song, on the other hand, gave a slight wry smile, and then sighed. It seemed that his reputation was indeed not very good. When mentioned, Ci Song was "the number one dude in Daliang".

Bai Ye, who was standing next to Ci Song, cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations to Junior Ci for being ranked first on the Bai list. Congratulations."

"Senior Bai, I'm just lucky." Ci Song said to Bai Ye modestly.

"Brother Ci, don't be humble. If you can stand out among thousands of candidates and get this top spot, your talent is definitely the best among us."

After Bai Ye smiled, he looked at the crowd gathered around him and said to Ci Song: "Brother Ci, we'd better retreat to the side first, otherwise when the crowd starts to attack, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to leave today. "

Ci Song looked at the old men from the college above him and found that they were staring at him with meaningful eyes. His scalp was numb at the moment. Of course, he didn't want to be watched by so many people. So after he nodded, he followed Bai Ye and retreated to the side.

At this time, when Fang Zhongyongzi saw that his ranking was actually second below Ci and Song, he had a look of confusion on his face. He had obviously written a poem.

Why did the outstanding article lose to Ci Song? He did not think that his literary talent was inferior to anyone present, and he had also seen the Ci Song Dynasty. Apart from his handsome appearance, he had no other characteristics. Could it be that he was hiding his clumsiness?

"No, I'm going to find him." Fang Zhongyong made up his mind, then turned around and prepared to leave through the crowd.

At this time, other candidates at Yan Sheng Academy were also discussing "Ci Song". How could such a little-known student with the same name as a playboy stand out from thousands of candidates and beat the prodigy Fang Zhongyong to win the first place?

"It would be interesting if this Song Dynasty is really the number one dude in Daliang." "Reading thousands of books and writing with great spirit, there must be someone else who tops the list. As for the one in Zhongzhou City, he is still forget it."

People were talking a lot about where the student named Ci Song came from. Of course, they all believed that this person could not be the son of General Ci.

Ci Song on the other side also followed Bai Ye all the way north, passing through unknown buildings and arriving at a courtyard, a quiet and elegant courtyard with rockeries, flowing water, towering ancient trees, and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Baiye opened the door, and inside was an elegant bamboo house. The furnishings in the house were simple, but there was a unique charm everywhere. Bai Ye asked Ci Song to sit down, while he picked up the teapot on the table and poured Ci Song a cup of tea.

"Junior Ci, this tea is a famous brand from Daliang. It tastes sweet and refreshing, please try it." Bai Ye said with a smile. Ci Song took the tea cup and took a sip. He felt refreshed and said, "Good tea." Bai Ye chatted with Ci Song while tasting the tea.

"Brother Ci, you are new here, so you may not know much about Yan Sheng Academy. This tea is also a specialty of the academy. Many people come to buy it every year. A sip when you are tired can refresh your mind and make you feel refreshed."

Ci Song took a sip and tasted the fine tea. The effect of this tea was almost the same as what he usually drank at home. It should have been bought by his father at Yan Sheng Academy.

"Junior Ci, you got the top spot on the white list for the first test. This courtyard is where you rest. Do you think there is anything that needs to be decorated?"

Ci Song shook his head, "The scenery here is pleasant, just live here, there is nothing to decorate."

Bai Ye smiled after hearing this, "Since Junior Ci thinks this place is good, then please do as you please. If necessary, just ring the bell at the door and the academy will send a boy."

After that, Bai Ye left the bamboo house, leaving Ci Song here alone.

Ci Song wandered around the bamboo house and found that in addition to a few tables and chairs, there were several bookcases filled with books. When he took a closer look, he found that most of these books were collections of scriptures and some poetry anthologies.

I picked up a book and flipped through it, and found that the notes on it were very detailed, and there were also some annotations, which were the opinions and opinions of some academy tutors. Looking at the layout of the house, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Yan Sheng Academy is indeed very good. Just the strong learning atmosphere makes people feel relaxed and happy.

He put down the book in his hand, walked to the window, opened the window, and saw a green scene. In the distance are rolling mountain peaks. At the foot of the mountains are patches of green bamboo forests, with several birds singing happily on the branches. Nearby is a pool of crystal clear lake water, with several small fish swimming happily in the water.

Ci Song took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air, and couldn't help but feel tranquility and peace in his heart.

In the tower of the Sage Tower, Ning Pingping walked through the steps and arrived at the attic at the top of the tower. The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who was arguing with Gongsun Cuo was holding a piece of rice paper in his hand with a solemn expression.

"Dean Yan." Ning Pingan bowed his hands to the man in green.

After hearing Ning Ping'an's voice, the man in Tsing Yi put down the rice paper in his hand, and then sighed deeply, "I said, how could his child really be a dandy? This child is so good at poetry. His talent is not weaker than that of his father, and there are probably not many people who can match him even in Kong Sheng Academy."

Ning Ping'an was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Dean Yan, who has high vision, would speak so highly of Ci Song. "Dean Yan, if Qi Bai knew that you would evaluate his son like this, he would be afraid." We don’t want every scholar in the entire Tianyuan Continent to know the news.”

"He and his son are worthy of such an evaluation." The man in Tsing Yi murmured, "This child must have known something, otherwise he would not have written a poem like this. In his eyes, a poet and a poet should You must be like Ci Qibai, who is born to be wild and rebellious, and look down upon the people of the world, so that you can live up to the spirit of a scholar."

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