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

After Ci Song finished speaking, Captain Mo's face completely darkened.

"Really? Do you really think that I can't rule your general's mansion?"

Captain Mo's eyes were cold, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in them, sharp and cold. He threw the teacup heavily on the ground, and with a "pop" sound, the teacup instantly shattered, and the porcelain pieces splashed, hitting the bluestone slab like hail, making a crisp and harsh sound.

The air around seemed to solidify at this moment, and the invisible sense of oppression made people breathless. Then, a group of figures appeared behind Captain Mo like ghosts. They were wearing deep black robes, like ghosts in the dark night, mysterious and unpredictable. The black robes fluttered gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The faces of these black-robed people were hidden under the masks, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with dim light. They stood quietly, and the literary and Taoist aura they exuded was powerful and majestic. Obviously, they had reached the realm of literary masters.

However, if you look closely, you can find that their talents are different from others. That talent was not as pure and stable as that of a real literary master, but rather appeared chaotic. This chaotic talent was quite similar to the state when Fang Zhongyong forced himself to reach the Hanlin realm, but in comparison, it was more obvious and abrupt.

At the moment when the black-robed man appeared, Gao Chuqi and Shang Han immediately flashed in front of Ci Song and protected him behind them.

"Eighteen literary masters, no wonder General Mo dared to talk to Ci Song so calmly."

Seeing this, Ci Song, who was standing behind the two, had a sneer on his lips. His eyes swept over the eighteen literary masters present, his eyes full of contempt and ridicule.

"Eighteen literary masters are enough to crush any family in the secular world. Ci Song, I remember your father's kindness in the past, so I will give you a way out today. As long as you cancel your engagement with Yao'er, you can leave safely. In the future, I will find a suitable marriage for you. How about it?"

Commander Mo's proposal did not get a response from Ci Song. He just shook his head disdainfully and said, "No need."

"Oh? It seems that General Ci really doesn't want to drink a toast, so I won't be polite."

Commander Mo just sat back on the armchair, waved his hand, and said, "Kill them all, don't leave a single one."

Mo Quan on the side hurriedly trotted to Commander Mo and said to him. He bowed and said, "Father, you can't do that. Ci Song is now an official. If Ci Song dies in our Taiwei Mansion today, the king will blame him, which will probably affect the Taiwei Mansion."

"Hehe, Mo Quan, you are too soft-hearted. In this world, the strong are respected. We have 18 literary masters in our Taiwei Mansion. Even if the king has complaints, he can't really blame us."

"But father..."

"Don't say anything more. Do you really want your daughter to marry this playboy who doesn't know etiquette, is lawless, and has done many evil things?"

Taiwei Mo interrupted Mo Quan directly. Hearing this, Mo Quan understood that his father had made up his mind, and he could only obey Taiwei Mo's orders.

Ci Song, who was standing aside, did not get angry after hearing what Taiwei Mo said. He only saw a sneer on the corner of his mouth and looked at Taiwei Mo.

The reason why he took the initiative to come here today was to give Taiwei Mo the last chance. Since Taiwei Mo didn't know what was good for him, he couldn't blame him.

After Ci Song finished speaking, Captain Mo's face completely darkened.

"Really? Do you really think that I can't rule your general's mansion?"

Captain Mo's eyes were cold, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in them, sharp and cold. He threw the teacup heavily on the ground, and with a "pop" sound, the teacup instantly shattered, and the porcelain pieces splashed, hitting the bluestone slab like hail, making a crisp and harsh sound.

The air around seemed to solidify at this moment, and the invisible sense of oppression made people breathless. Then, a group of figures appeared behind Captain Mo like ghosts. They were wearing deep black robes, like ghosts in the dark night, mysterious and unpredictable. The black robes fluttered gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The faces of these black-robed people were hidden under the masks, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with dim light. They stood quietly, and the literary and Taoist aura they exuded was powerful and majestic. Obviously, they had reached the realm of literary masters.

However, if you look closely, you can find that their talents are different from others. That talent was not as pure and stable as that of a real literary master, but rather appeared chaotic. This chaotic talent was quite similar to the state when Fang Zhongyong forced himself to reach the Hanlin realm, but in comparison, it was more obvious and abrupt.

At the moment when the black-robed man appeared, Gao Chuqi and Shang Han immediately flashed in front of Ci Song and protected him behind them.

"Eighteen literary masters, no wonder General Mo dared to talk to Ci Song so calmly."

Seeing this, Ci Song, who was standing behind the two, had a sneer on his lips. His eyes swept over the eighteen literary masters present, his eyes full of contempt and ridicule.

"Eighteen literary masters are enough to crush any family in the secular world. Ci Song, I remember your father's kindness in the past, so I will give you a way out today. As long as you cancel your engagement with Yao'er, you can leave safely. In the future, I will find a suitable marriage for you. How about it?"

Commander Mo's proposal did not get a response from Ci Song. He just shook his head disdainfully and said, "No need."

"Oh? It seems that General Ci really refuses to accept my toast. If so, I will not be polite."

Just as Commander Mo finished speaking, he sat back on the armchair, waved his hand, and said, "Kill them all, not one will be spared."

Mo Quan, who was standing by, hurried to Commander Mo and bowed to him, saying, "Father, no, Ci Song is now an official. If Ci Song dies in our Commander's Mansion today, the king will blame him, and I'm afraid it will affect the Commander's Mansion."

"Hehe, Mo Quan, you are too soft-hearted. In this world, the strong are respected. We have eighteen literary masters in our Commander's Mansion. Even if the king has complaints, he can't really blame us."

"But father..."

"Don't say anything more. Do you really want your daughter to marry this playboy who doesn't know etiquette, is lawless, and has done many evil things?"

Commander Mo interrupted Mo Quan directly. Hearing this, Mo Quan understood that his father had made up his mind, and he could only obey Commander Mo's orders.

Ci Song, who was standing aside, did not get angry after hearing what Commandant Mo said. He only sneered at the corner of his mouth and looked at Commandant Mo.

The reason why he took the initiative to come here today was to give Commandant Mo the last chance. Since Commandant Mo didn't know what was good for him, he couldn't blame him.