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

When Ci Song woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. At this moment, he was lying on the bed. He slowly sat up, looked out the window, and yawned.

"I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time, and the bed at home is still comfortable."

Seeing Ci Song getting up, the two maids in the room quickly got up, came to Ci Song's side, and said, "Master, you're awake. Let's help you wash up."

"Eh? Didn't I say before that I don't need a maid to serve me at home? Where did you come from?" Ci Song asked in confusion.

"Master, you said earlier that you don't need a maid to serve you. That's because you are not yet in your prime. The master is afraid that the young master will have sexual intercourse, so he agreed to the young master's previous decision. Now that the master has grown up, how can he not have a maid to serve him? "

Speaking of this, the two maids' faces turned slightly red, as if they were shy daughters, which made Ci Song slightly stunned.

Ci Song instantly understood the meaning of the maid's words, and then began to observe the two maids carefully. Both maids had melon-seed faces, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes and peach cheeks, pink noses and red lips. In terms of appearance alone, they were extremely outstanding. Moreover, the temperament they exude is definitely not that of ordinary women.

"I looked at you two a little strangely. You are not the maid in my house, right?" Ci Song looked at the two of them curiously, then walked out of bed, put on his shoes, went to the closet, and took out a piece of clothing. Clothes, put them on.

"Master, you are really discerning. These two slaves are not maids in the master's family. My name is Zhang Zhiwei. She is the granddaughter of Prime Minister Zhang. I have admired Master Ci for a long time, so I begged my parents to be a maid for you. , serve the young master in daily life." One of the maids replied.

"Ah? Prime Minister Zhang's granddaughter came to be my slave?"

Ci Song was immediately stunned. He also knew about Prime Minister Zhang's family background. Prime Minister Zhang had five sons. Except for the eldest son who only had one wife, the other four sons all had three wives and four concubines.

Prime Minister Zhang naturally has many grandsons and granddaughters, but

Ci Song was really shocked that Prime Minister Zhang's granddaughter would take the initiative to be his slave.

"Then who are you? Are you also the eldest lady of some family?" Ci Song turned to look at another woman. Although Ci Song and her met for the first time, he always felt that she looked familiar. Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

"My family background is naturally not as good as my sister's. My name is Ning Pian, and she comes from the Ning family in Zhongzhou." Another woman replied.

"Ning family?"

Hearing the word "Ning Family", Ci Song immediately thought clearly why the other party felt familiar, because the other party's appearance was somewhat similar to Ning Rongrong, and there was a certain similarity between his eyebrows.

"Who are you Ning Rongrong?" Ci Song continued to ask.

"It's my cousin. I was lucky enough to meet the young master at Sister Rongrong's funeral. When the young master wrote the poem "Ten Years of Life and Death", I was also present. At that time, I was impressed by the young master's talent. I was deeply impressed, so when I heard that the General Mansion was recruiting servants, I thought of giving it a try. Although the process was bumpy, Ning Pian was very happy to see the young master again today. "

Ning Pian was a little shy. When she finished speaking, her face was flushed. Just by listening to her tone, she already had a deep love for Ci Song.

"ah?"

Ci Song was slightly startled. Listening to Ning Pian's tone, it seemed that becoming a servant of the General's Mansion was an "honor", and the "rough process" she said sounded like fierce competition.

"Aren't you forced by your family to serve me?"

Ci Song calmed down his mood, came to the bronze mirror, and continued to arrange his clothes.

"How could it be? Miss Ning and I came here to admire Master Ci. As for Miss Ning, although I don't know what happened to her, it is my blessing to be able to enter the General's Mansion. Why did I have to force it here?"

Zhang Zhiwei came to Ci Song and helped him organize it while explaining. However, her movements were very clumsy and she obviously rarely did this kind of thing.

"What my sister said is very true. There are too many people who want to be the young master's personal maids. My sister and I finally stood out from many competitors and became the young master's personal maids. We are the ones who can become the young master's personal maids. "Blessing." Ning Pian followed.

"Competitors? There are many more?"

Ci Song was speechless for a while when he heard the words. He finally understood that it was not his problem, but that the world was crazy.

Originally, he thought that these two maids had extraordinary origins and prominent family backgrounds. They were able to come to him as maids, so they naturally came with the purpose of the family. But when he looked carefully, they looked innocent, and from what they meant, they seemed to be interested in him. The deep roots of love made Ci Song understand.

Perhaps these two young masters do have a good impression of themselves, and they are most likely willing to take the initiative to serve them. They do not have much purpose themselves. But their family members are different. After all, their backgrounds are indeed quite big. One is the granddaughter of the current prime minister, and the other is from the Ning family, a wealthy businessman.

With their status, if they work as maids for others, their family will definitely not agree. If they tell it, they will make others laugh. But Ci Song also understood that he was indeed a hot potato now, a young talent who had been hiding for many years, but now he was beginning to show his talents and became famous all over the world with just one mourning poem.

In addition, his father is a "general who slaughters people", so naturally some people want to have more relations with the poet. After all, the maid in the same house can turn a deaf ear to him.

So, although the two seemed to have feelings for him, Ci Song always felt that they seemed to be "used" by their own family, but the problem was that they both wanted to! From what they said, it was obvious that they were attracted by his talent and became his little fans.

"Alas, this is really a trouble." Ci Song sighed, his face full of entanglement, not knowing what to do.

"Trouble? What trouble?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Ci Song in confusion.

"Nothing."

Ci Song's face was full of helplessness. He was considering whether to send them away. After all, they were indeed a trouble to him now, but if they were sent away, they might be blamed by their family. Even worse, their reputation would be damaged, and they might have to stay at home for the rest of their lives. Let alone whether they could get married, whether their family would recognize this daughter was another matter.

Thinking back now, I was too reckless when I broke off the engagement with Yan Ruoci. I did not do many things very thoughtfully. If it were not for the deep friendship between Yan Zheng and my father, and Yan Ruoci herself did not know about this marriage, the marriage would have been called off.

Just as Ci Song was thinking about what to do, footsteps were heard outside the door, and there was also a slight panting sound. The sound was very small, but Ci Song still distinguished that someone was secretly peeping.

"Little girl, you are here? Why don't you come in? What are you peeping at outside the door?"

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