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

Fang Zhongyong's self-esteem was completely hit by Ci Song. How could such a person become a direct disciple? For a moment, Fang Zhongyong fell into extreme imbalance. The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He felt that Ci Song must have been lucky to be accepted as a direct disciple by the dean.

"Senior Bai, the teacher said that I can arrange my time freely in the future. I have something else to do, so I will leave first." Ci Song bowed to Bai Ye.

Hearing this, Bai Ye did not say much, but just bowed and said: "I wish you a safe journey."

"Thank you, Senior Bai."

After saying goodbye to Bai Ye, Ci Song turned and left towards the gate of the academy, while Fang Zhongyong was still standing there, still with that shocked expression.

"Brother Fang, didn't you say you were in a hurry?"

Fang Zhongyong came back to his senses and bowed to Bai Ye, saying, "Senior Bai, just send me here."

"Okay, I wish you a safe journey, Brother Fang."

"Yeah."

Bai Ye nodded and watched Fang Zhongyong leave towards the gate. He turned around and left when his figure completely disappeared from his sight.

"I remember today is the day when the Lotus Festival begins. I can go there."

...

Ci Song came to the gate of the academy. There were many carriages and servants gathered here. It was not an exaggeration to say that the academy was crowded. When Ci Song passed through carriages one after another and came to the intersection, a familiar figure appeared in front of Ci Song.

He was wearing a pure white Confucian robe, carrying an extremely exquisite bow and arrow behind him, and his face was full of high spirits. Obviously, he had achieved an excellent result. At this time, he was surrounded by a group of servants, listening to him talk about the content of the exam.

"Isn't this the illegitimate grandson of Prime Minister Zhang? By the way, I remember his name is on the re-examination list, so I just want to borrow his transportation to go home."

Ci Song was just worried about how to get home, and now he happened to meet an acquaintance. Well, although the relationship between the two is not very good, as long as they meet once, they are acquaintances.

"Zhang Shuzhi!"

"Who is calling me by my name?"

Zhang Shuzhi looked around curiously, but did not see Ci Song. Seeing that he still did not notice him, Ci Song walked behind him and patted his shoulder.

"Ci, Ci... Ci Song?" After Zhang Shuzhi saw Ci Song, his originally smug expression instantly became extremely ugly, and there was even a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Congratulations on passing the exam and becoming a student of Yansheng Academy. It seems that you have passed the three tests and become a formal disciple." Ci Song judged from the Confucian robe Zhang Shuzhi was wearing that he had become a formal student, not a schoolboy, because Bai Ye said that the Confucian robes of students were made of silk. Zhang Shuzhi's Confucian robes and Fang Zhongyong's Confucian robes were obviously of the same style, but the materials were different. Zhang Shuzhi's was silk, and Fang Zhongyong's was linen. "Yes, yes, you, why are you here?" "I'm here to take the exam too. Didn't you hear my name? I was the first in the first exam." Ci Song said, and then squeezed in between Zhang Shuzhi and the servants. The originally lively atmosphere instantly became extremely weird, and Zhang Shuzhi looked at Ci Song with a look of astonishment. "Then, the Ci Song on the preliminary exam list, is it you?"

Zhang Shuzhi's expression became more surprised, even horrified. He never thought that the first place on the preliminary exam list was actually the first playboy in Daliang. He originally thought that they just had the same name. Could it be that the customs in Zhongzhou and his hometown were different, and all the playboys were so talented?

The servants present were very tactful and stepped back a few steps. They were all servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion. They naturally knew a thing or two about the grievances and right and wrong of these dignitaries. Like Ci Song in front of them, he could be said to be a famous evil young man in the whole Zhongzhou and Daliang, but they didn't know that this evil young man would appear here. They could only retreat silently to the back.

"Yes, it's me. The purpose of my taking the exam is to be able to study in Yansheng College, and you, as a student of Yansheng College, just need to take a carriage to go home. Why don't you lend it to me? What do you think?"

Ci Song said, with a very bright smile on his face, and all the servants present thought that this smile was just a devil's smile.

After all, they all knew that their young master had offended Mr. Ci Song a few days ago, and later the prime minister wrote a special letter to General Ci to apologize.

"No, no problem."

How dare Zhang Shuzhi not agree? He knew the methods of this Ci Song, and from the look of Ci Song, he didn't have so much malice. He didn't want to offend him again. This time, his family had equipped several carriages, so why not give him one?

"Thank you very much."

Ci Song bowed his hands to express his gratitude, and Zhang Shuzhi immediately turned his head and pointed to the carriage behind him, saying: "Brother Ci, are you satisfied with this carriage?"

Ci Song looked up and saw that the decoration was very exquisite and luxurious. It was obviously the carriage he rode in. He was very satisfied in his heart, so he bowed his hands and said: "Thank you, Brother Zhang, I will be honored to accept it."

"It should be, it should be."

Zhang Shuzhi's cold sweat had already unconsciously covered his head, but he still forced himself to bow to Ci Song and said: "Well, that, Brother Ci, since you have finished the exam, we are classmates. I hope you will take care of me in the future. Our previous things..."

Seeing Zhang Shuzhi's sincerity, Ci Song smiled and said, "The previous incident was just a misunderstanding. Now you and I have become members of Yansheng Academy, and we will be classmates in the future."

"Classmates? Oh, yes, yes! We will be classmates in the future, and I hope you will take care of me!" Zhang Shuzhi was as if he had been pardoned, and he quickly agreed.

"Of course, of course." Ci Song smiled.

Zhang Shuzhi took Ci Song to the carriage, and then bowed to him and said goodbye, and then said to the driver, "Send Brother Ci to the general's mansion."

The coachman nodded tremblingly. When he thought of this moody playboy sitting in his carriage, he couldn't help but tremble all over, but he could only bite the bullet and drive the carriage away.

Zhang Shuzhi watched the carriage leave, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Several other servants also came over, "Master, that Ci Song..."

"Huh, fortunately he just borrowed a carriage from me, I don't want to provoke this King of Hell again."

The servants nodded in a rush. They originally thought that Ci Song came to cause trouble for their young master, but fortunately he had left, and they were relieved.

"Let's go back to the mansion too. I want to tell Grandpa in person the good news that I have become a formal student of Yansheng Academy."

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