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

In fact, the poem that first came to mind when I was writing about the Song Dynasty was Prime Minister Cao's "The Turtle is Long-lived". The line "The old man is in trouble, his ambition is a thousand miles; the martyr is in his old age, his ambition is endless" is really a peerless classic, and it is also in line with Mr. Jian's current state of mind.

However, the Song Dynasty did not choose it because of the word "turtle". Mr. Jian could not stand the secular world and chose to live in seclusion. In order to protect his own safety, Mr. An Mo Jian couldn't escape the suspicion, so after careful consideration, he chose "Ascending".

This poem "Climbing High" was written by the poet Du Fu in his twilight years. He climbed high and looked into the distance, sighing at the majestic autumn scenery. At the same time, he was sad that his ambition in life was unfulfilled and he was lonely, so he wrote this poem.

Although this poem is full of sadness, it is sad but not sad, sad but not resentful. The style is also majestic, impassioned, and high-spirited, unique in ancient and modern times.

Because of this, before writing this poem, Ci Song specifically communicated with the seniors of Wenyun Baozhu to prepare him and receive his talents. But the backlash of talent brought about by the song "Ascending" was still beyond Ci Song's imagination. If Mr. Jian hadn't helped, Ci Song would have been able to endure it, but he would have had to lie in bed for at least half a month.

"Yes, even though I have reached the semi-saint realm, I am still just 'hard-working and bitter, hating the frost on my temples, and the newly-stained wine glass', not to mention those people who have not yet reached the semi-saint realm?"

Mr. Jian said with emotion, "I have accepted this poem. However, I don't have a comparable treasure to replace it. Let me go back to the mountains and forests to get some good things."

"This poem was exchanged by the senior with the Shadow Bearing Sword. One thing is exchanged for another, and the senior does not have to get other things..."

"How can that be done? Although the Chengying Sword is very famous, in the final analysis it is nothing more than a scholar's calligraphy treasure. If it is not made by a famous master, and there is still the so-called legend, what is the difference between it and garbage?"

"I will go back now. No matter what, I must get some of my most precious things to be worthy of this eternal famous poem!"

After saying that, Mr. Jian turned into a stream of emerald green light and disappeared into the lobby.

"Forehead..."

Ci Song did not expect Mr. Jian to move so quickly. Mr. Jian left before he finished speaking.

"He is indeed a semi-saint. The Great Confucian's calligraphy treasure is already a treasure coveted by many literati, but in the eyes of a semi-saint, it is just garbage."

Ci Song sighed to himself.

"Phew, the old dean finally left, but it scared me."

Shi Yue sat on the chair, looking relieved, "Fortunately, he didn't recognize me, otherwise I would have been scolded."

"Uncle Yue, from the moment the old dean entered the house to now, you have always been on tenterhooks. Is the old dean really scary?"

"Terrible? That's for sure. Young Master, you have never seen the old dean get angry. Even the old master was obedient to the old dean back then and did not dare to make any mistakes. The old master had a saying to describe the old dean. Dean, I would rather pluck my master's beard than offend Lao Jian."

"What is this all about? Father, he even pulled out my wife's beard?"

"Oh, well..."

Only then did Shi Yue realize that he had made a mistake, adjusted his emotions, and said: "Although the old dean is usually very strict, he always treats everyone equally, whether it is towards others or himself, and he is very kind to everyone. It can be said that he devoted his whole life to the academy.”

"Speaking of which, if it hadn't been to protect the master, the old dean would not have fallen out with the Master's Hall. He finally chose to step down as the dean of Yan Sheng Academy and passed it on to Yan Sheng Academy who left Confucius Academy at that time. Yan Zheng, who teaches in the academy.”

"Uncle Yue, how much do you know about your father and mother?" Ci Song asked.

"Not much. Since we were expelled from Tianguan, we each returned to our own academies. We also got the news about the master and his wife from the outside world. As for what happened between them, I don't know either."

A somewhat bitter smile appeared on Shi Yue's face: "The master has been walking in the Tianyuan Continent these years. First, to avoid too much contact with the young master and to prevent the so-called 'Confucius' punishment' from coming true. The young master is dead, and the other is looking for the whereabouts of the madam."

"I understand. When I see the old dean next time, I will ask him about my mother's past."

Ci Song nodded, and suddenly Ci Song seemed to remember something and asked: "Where is that little girl Zhuang Diemeng? Doesn't she usually like to join in the fun?

"Oh, her, just now Zhuang Ya sent me a message, saying that he wanted to see her for something, so he took her out of the general's mansion." Shi Yue answered truthfully.

"Leaved the General's Mansion? No wonder, Uncle Yue, please have someone prepare a lighter meal. I'll go see if Yao'er is awake."

Ci Song nodded, ordered Shi Yue, and walked towards his room.

When Ci Song returned to his room, he saw that Mo Yao had woken up. She was leaning on the bed, chatting with Zhang Zhiwei and Ning Pian.

After seeing Ci Song's arrival, Zhang Zhiwei and Ning Pian quickly stood up and saluted Ci Song, "Master, you are here."

"Yao'er has woken up? Why didn't you tell me?" Ci Song walked to the bed and asked curiously.

As soon as Ci Song finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei and Ning Pian knelt directly in front of Ci Song.

"It was the young mistress's order. She said she sensed that there was talent flowing in the general's residence. She guessed that someone was looking for the young master, so she would not let the slaves disturb the young master." Ning Pian replied.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, "I went to the front yard and saw the young master meditating from a distance, so I didn't inform him."

"I don't mean to blame you, I just asked out of curiosity. Get up quickly."

Ci Song waved his hand and replied. He just asked casually, without any other intention. Why did he make himself look like he was accusing someone?

"Thank you for your grace, young master."

The two girls said in unison, and after getting up, they looked at each other, and then they left the room together.

"Yao'er, how is your health?"

Ci Song asked Mo Yao, stretched out his hand and gently pressed on Mo Yao's forehead, asking.

"I'm fine, but I feel very nervous and uncomfortable. Although I have guessed that my father might... But when I saw his body with my own eyes, I still couldn't accept it. I thought I was dreaming."

Mo Yao's expression was full of sadness, "Father, he has lived under the control of my grandfather all his life. Although he is the eldest son in the family, he has never had his own ideas. Especially when he learned that the eldest son's first child was a daughter, my grandfather even thought of abolishing the eldest son. Fortunately, I have shown my talent in music since I was a child, which saved my father's title as the eldest son."

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