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

Without saying anything, Ci Song walked directly to Mo Yao and saw him taking out the Water Cold Sword from the jade pendant. There was a biting chill from the sword, like the cold wind on the top of the snow-capped mountains. He waved lightly, and a cold light flashed through, and Mo Quan's body was gradually frozen in the cold. After the freezing was completed, Ci Song took the Shuihan Sword back into the jade pendant and put it together with Mo Quan's body.

Then, Ci Song leaned down and gently picked up Mo Yao from the cold ground. Her body was thin and trembling. She curled up in Ci Song's arms, holding the skirt of his chest tightly with her left hand, as if this was her only support at the moment.

"Brother Ci Song, take me home." Her voice was weak and trembling, but it revealed a deep desire.

At this moment, Mo Yao is no longer a student of Kong Sheng Academy, no longer the most famous talented woman in Zhongzhou. Now she is just an ordinary girl, an ordinary girl who lost her father.

"good."

Ci Song gently hugged Mo Yao into his arms, feeling Mo Yao's gentle breathing, and said softly: "Let's go home."

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In the royal palace and the royal study, King Liang was standing in front of a huge map. The map contained detailed information, ranging from every village to a large city, marked one by one. The guards stationed in various places were also marked. It marked the general situation of defending the city. It was very clear that at the bottom of the map, there was a large river outlined with an ink line, running from the westernmost end of the map to the easternmost end, running through the entire Tianyuan Continent.

The man standing next to King Liang was wearing a purple robe and holding a long-handled hammer. He was pointing at the map and said: "Your Majesty, according to the report from the spies, Baoyuan has led an army of 50,000 people, 300 Confucian scholars, and a literary giant. , heading towards the border between Daliang and South Korea. According to the direction, they should take the road from northern Youzhou through Yanran Mountain. It seems that they have predicted that we will be the first to attack them during the war. "

"Um."

King Liang nodded slightly, with a disdainful smile flashing in his eyes, "It's really unreasonable for a mere 50,000 troops to stop my Liang Huoqiu. But these three hundred great scholars and literary giants are a bit tricky, and Baoyuan himself is also a literary giant. It would still be difficult for a person with a strong level to break through the South Korean border within three days if a conflict occurs."

"It's true. South Korea, a tiny place, can survive to this day only because of the existence of Korean literati."

The purple-robed man sighed slightly, "It's a pity that my cultivation level is too low. I haven't reached the realm of Confucianism until now. Otherwise, I could personally lead my troops to the border and kill Leopard Garden."

"Ming Xin, you are the God of the Daliang Army, but a wise general. You do not rely on bravery, but rely on resourcefulness. You can defeat many with less, and defeat the strong with weak. These are your strengths."

The man in purple robe is none other than the "uncle" of Ci Song Dynasty.

Prince Liang gently patted Ci Mingxin on the shoulder and said, "Mingxin, there is something I want you to explain to me."

"What's the matter? Mingxin must tell you everything he knows." Ci Mingxin asked, cupping his hands.

"You don't have to be so polite to me. You and I grew up together, and I have always regarded you as my brother."

"Mingxin dare not call the king brother." Ci Mingxin looked at King Liang respectfully.

"Why are you not the king? If the late king hadn't insisted on making me the crown prince and inheriting the throne of King Liang, I would have been the lord of Xizhou City long ago. I have thought about it and will stay there until the end of the day. After returning from the secret territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, I will abdicate directly and make way for others, charge into battle with you, and become an immediate king!"

King Liang looked extremely free and unrestrained, and sat back on the chair. When he finished speaking, he suddenly paused and sighed, with a hint of bitterness on his face. He looked at Ci Mingxin and said slowly: "But here. Before that, you need to give me a thorough explanation.”

"Qi Bai's four children, do their deaths have anything to do with you?"

When Ci Mingxin heard this, he fell into silence. A strange atmosphere filled the study room. After a while, no one responded.

At this moment, a eunuch walked into the study with small steps. He was holding a letter in his hand and respectfully came to King Liang's side.

"Your Majesty, the conflict between Ci Song and the Taiwei Mansion has come to an end."

"I won't read the letter anymore. Just tell me what the result will be."

Prince Liang picked up a piece of pastry from the table with great interest and put it into his hands. Since the carriage of the Ci Master's General's Mansion entered West Street, Prince Liang already knew everything. At the same time, he also guessed that this time the General's Mansion and the Taiwei's Mansion were There will definitely be a conflict today, and the reason for the conflict is the marriage contract. Therefore, he specifically ordered the guards in Kyoto not to get involved no matter how big the commotion happened in the Taiwei Mansion today.

Now that the conflict has come to an end, he really wants to know what the outcome will be.

"Back to the king, according to the report from the steward of Taiwei's mansion, Taiwei Mo and his eldest son Mo Quan are dead. Ci Song personally carried Miss Mo Yao back to the general's mansion."

After the eunuch finished speaking, he stood respectfully aside, waiting for King Liang to ask. Unexpectedly, King Liang suddenly burst into laughter and said: "Not only did I kill Captain Mo, but I also killed Mo Quan. It was indeed true." Ci Qi Bai’s son, your nephew is so cruel.”

Ci Mingxin shook his head when he heard this, "When Ci Song was traveling in the Song Dynasty three years ago, he visited me in Xizhou City. Although I haven't been in contact with him for a long time, I have been inquiring about his news. Through Judging from the past, he is not a murderous person. Although Mo Yun and Ci Song have a deep hatred, it is normal for Ci Song to kill him, but Mo Quan will never die in Ci Song's hands. "

Speaking of this, Ci Mingxin looked at the eunuch and asked, "What is the specific situation? In whose hands did Mo Yun and Mo Quan die?"

"Back to the general, according to what the steward said, Captain Mo was seriously injured by Ci Song, but he died in the hands of Mo Quan. After killing his father, Mo Quan chose to commit suicide." The eunuch answered carefully, no Dare to go beyond anything.

"What? Captain Mo actually died in Mo Quan's hands? Is this serious?"

Prince Liang couldn't believe his ears. Mo Quan was notoriously cowardly when he was in Zhongzhou City. No matter what happened, he would let Captain Mo handle it immediately, so when he heard that Mo Quan had killed Captain Mo felt a little unbelievable.

"The steward of Taiwei Mansion is a great Confucian, so the news he sent should not be wrong." The eunuch replied.

"It's hard to believe that father's love can make a weak person so strong and courageous. Mo Quan is using himself to fight for a future for his daughter,"

Ci Mingxin sighed, with a relieved smile on his face.

"What do you mean? Please explain, I don't understand very well."

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