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

After getting off the carriage, Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang entered the Ning Mansion together. At this time, there were far fewer people in the Ning Mansion than when Ci Song came a few days ago.

Ning Yunduan stood in front of Ning Mansion, welcoming Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang.

"Uncle Ning." Ci Song raised his hand to Ning Yunduan.

"Major General Ci, Bai Ye is inside. I hope you can help me persuade Bai Ye." Ning Yunduan sighed.

"I will."

Ci Song nodded, and then walked into the Ning Mansion with Duanmu Qingcang, with Ning Yunduan following behind them.

In the mourning hall, Bai Ye was wearing mourning clothes in front of the coffin. His hair was messy, and his originally straight back was slightly bent at this time. His eyes were looking forward blankly, without any sparkle in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye."

Ci Song opened his mouth slightly. He had never seen such a haggard Bai Ye.

"Junior Brother Ci Song, you are here."

When Bai Ye heard the voice, he turned around and saw Ci Song. A polite smile appeared on his bloodless pale face. He wanted to stand up, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he couldn't stand up in the end.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye, you..."

Ci Song looked at Bai Ye's appearance with worry in his eyes.

"It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted."

Bai Ye waved his hand, interrupted Ci Song's words, and then said to Ci Song in front of everyone: "Junior Brother Ci is a man of great talent. The world doesn't know your talent, and often treats you as a playboy. It's true. No, today I want my junior brother to write a eulogy for my wife, and I hope my junior brother will agree."

In front of the coffin, Bai Ye knelt down and kowtowed. Then, with Duanmu Qingcang's support, he stood up and saluted Ci Song.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye."

Ci Song looked at Bai Ye in front of him with distress. Sure enough, Bai Ye called him to write a elegy today to help him clear his reputation. Sure enough, he did it for himself.

These days, Ci Song's reputation in Zhongzhou City has gradually improved, but most ordinary people still subconsciously think that Ci Song is a talentless person. Ci Song still lacks a stage to prove himself with his talent. Originally, Ci Song was still there Thinking of taking part in some secular assessments to accumulate some reputation.

But Bai Ye gave herself the opportunity to write a eulogy for him in front of Ning Mansion. This move would not only clear her reputation, but also allow the world to recognize her talent again.

After all, the Ning family is still very influential in Zhongzhou City. As long as they write a good poem today, even if they do nothing, the Ning family will spread the poem they wrote today throughout Zhongzhou City to attract people. The relationship between Jinning Mansion and General Mansion.

"Ci Song thanks Senior Brother Bai Ye for his kindness."

Ci Song bowed his hands to Bai Ye, deeply feeling Bai Ye's affection for him.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry to trouble you." Bai Ye replied.

After Duanmu Qingcang left, Gu Butler had prepared the four treasures of the study and placed them on the table on the right side of the mourning hall.

Ci Song walked to the table and without any hesitation, he took up the pen and wrote the mourning poem that has been passed down for thousands of years, "Jiang Chengzi: Ten Years of Life and Death".

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our face will be covered with dust, and our temples will be like frost."

"At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartache will be broken every year, and the pine trees will be short on a bright moonlit night."

As soon as the pen was written and the poem was completed, the rice paper was wrapped in the talents of heaven and earth. Countless talents seemed to have found an outlet and poured into Ci Song's body crazily.

Ci Song put all his talents into Lei Ling, then picked up the rice paper, walked to Bai Ye, and handed it to Bai Ye.

"Senior Brother Bai Ye, are you satisfied with this elegy?"

On the white rice paper, just a few lines of words express the farewell of life and death, the pain of not being able to think about it, and the endless longing for the deceased.

"Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it."

Just reading the first sentence, Bai Ye's eyes were filled with tears. By the end, Bai Ye was already kneeling in front of the coffin, crying loudly. His sadness had been integrated into this elegy.

"At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They look at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartache will be broken every year, and the pine trees will be short on a bright moonlit night."

In front of the coffin, all the disciples in the Ning Mansion were silently wiping their tears. Just a few words made everyone feel extremely bitter. This was not just an elegy, but also a tragic song of separation between life and death. .

The separation between life and death described in the poem was like a knife, piercing their hearts fiercely, making their hearts extremely bitter.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Bai Ye took the piece of rice paper and read it over and over again. In his opinion, this poem was completely composed for himself.

Can I really bear the difference between life and death for ten years? The past suddenly came to mind, and the undercurrent of emotions that had been stored in my heart for a long time suddenly opened like a floodgate, rushing unstoppably.

If he really can't find a way to save his wife, then he will be thousands of miles away, his face will be old, his body will decline, and he will not be able to accompany him in front of his beloved wife's tomb. How can he "talk about being desolate"?

If one day, I can really save my beloved wife, the place where I spent the sweet years with her is in front of the bedroom window, familiar and intimate, and her mood, appearance, and makeup are vaguely like those of the past. The husband and wife met each other, but there was no intimacy like reunion after a long separation. They just looked at each other, silent and silent, and shed thousands of tears.

"'Bright moon night, short pine hill', oh, what a bleak and cold environment. If Rongrong is really buried underground, on a bright moon night, on a hill full of small pines, that is her grave, she sleeps underground forever, I dare not imagine what I will look like."

"No, I can't just give up, I must find a way to save Rongrong."

At this moment, Bai Ye has made a decision in his heart. He must find a way to save his wife, no matter how much it costs, even if it costs his own life.

Ning Yunduan in the distance naturally heard Bai Ye's recitation of the poems written by Ci Song, and his heart was also full of shock.

He naturally heard the rumors about Ci Song in Zhongzhou City. Most of these rumors are biased towards Ci Song. As a businessman, he naturally saw that there must be the General's Mansion behind it to fan the flames, in order to wash away Ci Song's reputation as a dandy.

He had naturally heard the rumors about Ci Song in Zhongzhou City. Most of these rumors were biased towards Ci Song. As a businessman, he naturally saw that the General's Mansion must be fanning the flames behind it in order to wash away Ci Song's reputation as a playboy.

And Bai Ye chose to let Ci Song come to Ning Mansion to write the elegy because he wanted Ning Mansion to be the first stage to prove Ci Song.

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