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

Seeing Yan Ruoci's current appearance, Ci Song felt a sense of guilt in his heart. He deserved to die because he became like this.

However, Yan Ruoci looked so good-looking, and she felt a bit broken, which made me feel pity for her. Ci Song couldn't help but take a second look at her.

It's just that Ci Song never concealed himself, so he looked directly at Yan Ruoci. As the eldest lady of the academy, Yan Ruoci had never seen such a scene?

There was a trace of blush on her face and she said softly: "Brother Ci, you, please turn your head first."

Hearing this, Ci Song understood that there was something wrong with what he did, and quickly turned his head.

"Hey, it seems I came at the wrong time."

At this time, a voice directly broke the calm. Ci Song and Yan Ruo Ci looked up at the same time and saw Bai Ye standing at the door.

Bai Ye felt that the two people's eyes were looking at him at the same time. He looked at their appearance and turned his head directly, facing away from them.

"Well, next time you do something like this, you can close the door. Although no one will come to this place, Junior Sister Yan, you still have to pay attention to your image."

With that said, Bai Ye sighed slightly and prepared to leave the room.

"Senior Brother Bai, you misunderstood."

Yan Ruoci quickly stopped Bai Ye, but considering that she was sticky and uncomfortable, she quickly said to Ci Song: "Brother Ci, explain to your senior brother, I'll go change clothes."

After saying that, Yan Ruoci quickly walked into the back room, and Bai Ye also came to the table and sat down. Ci Song stood there with an embarrassed look on his face, not knowing what to say.

"Junior Ci, I will help you stop what happened today, but you have to be more restrained in the future. This is the academy after all, and you know Ruo Ci's identity. Even if you are engaged, it was a long time ago. That's it, you can't."

Bai Ye's tone was full of helplessness, without any intention of blaming him. "I, I understand, I will try my best to restrain myself. No, what are you restraining? Brother Bai, you really misunderstood.

Ci Song quickly began to explain, "I wrote a poem and suffered literary backlash. Sister Ruo Ci was helping me, which led to the current situation."

"Think about it, if we are really doing something bad, why are our clothes still intact?"

After hearing Ci Song's answer, Bai Ye looked Ci Song carefully up and down and found that his clothes were indeed in good condition, just like Deyan Ruoci did the same just now.

"Junior Ci, it seems I misunderstood, I'm sorry." Bai Ye smiled slightly and expressed his apology.

"Senior Brother Bai, it's okay. If I encountered such a scene, I would definitely misunderstand it."

Ci Song said quickly, he naturally knew that if Bai Ye really misunderstood his relationship with Yan Ruo Ci, then things would really get into trouble.

"Um, junior fellow Ci, can you let me take a look at the poems you wrote? Generally speaking, there are very few situations that can cause a backlash in literary style. I want to take a look at poems that can backfire against a genius like you. "

After hearing this, Ci Song understood that Bai Ye still had doubts about him, but he did not feel unhappy because of it. After all, Yan Ruoci was his junior sister and he was a playboy. It was completely normal for others to doubt you.

"Senior Brother Bai, wait and see."

Ci Song came to the desk and picked up the rice paper. Bai Ye also read this classic farewell poem from Wang Wei, "Farewell to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty in Anxi":

“Weicheng is covered with light dust from the morning rain, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored.

I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. "

"Good poem, really good poem." Bai Ye's eyes lit up. Just after reciting it gently, he felt a strong sense of sadness and reluctance. The drizzle and willow trees in the first two sentences of this poem rendered it In the atmosphere of farewell, "Liu" can also be connected with "Liu", which expresses reluctance to leave friends.

The last two sentences, "I urge you to drink another glass of wine, there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west" push the parting atmosphere to a climax.

"Junior Ci, you can write such a farewell poem that makes people feel so sad. It really opened my eyes."

Bai Ye couldn't help but admire that he could see through the emotion and artistic conception contained in this poem at a glance, and he truly believed what Ci Song said just now about being counterattacked by the literary spirit.

"Senior Brother Bai is ridiculous." Ci Song said modestly, "By the way, Senior Brother Bai, I heard from Sister Yan that you are going to teach new students in the afternoon. Why are you here suddenly?"

"Oh, here's the thing, I just went to the freshmen school to tell the students what they need to prepare for the afternoon class. The new student told me that you were invited by Miss Yan to help, so you might not be able to participate in the afternoon class. So I I just took advantage of this time to come to Junior Sister Yan.”

Bai Ye explained to Ci Song, "Junior Ci, your talent really makes me envious. If you say that this poem was written by a gentleman from our college, I believe it."

Listening to Bai Ye's praise, Ci Song smiled lightly. He knew that Bai Ye's praise was for Mr. Wang Wei and did not belong to him.

"Junior Brother Ci, I will go back to teach the new students first. The afternoon classes are also very simple. If you are absent, I can explain it to you alone."

Bai Ye stood up, put the rice paper back on the desk, and then spoke to Ci Song gently.

"Then thank you Senior Brother Bai." Ci Song saluted Bai Ye.

Bai Ye returned the greeting, "Yes, we are both direct disciples, so we should help each other."

After that, Bai Ye turned around and left the courtyard, while Ci Song also sat back on the chair and took a deep breath, "Huh, luckily I explained it clearly. If Senior Brother Bai really misunderstood me and Sister Yan, relationship, that would be troublesome.”

"What's the trouble?"

A voice reached Ci Song's ears again. Ci Song turned around and saw that a figure in green clothes had appeared in the room at some point.

"Yan, Yan, Yan, Dean Yan?"

Ci Song was completely confused, and the hairs on his body stood up. What day is it today, and why do you keep saying it one after another? He just wrote a poem today, and he wasn't engaging in sex. Why did the senior brother just leave and another dean and father came?

Dean Yan looked at Ci Song's frightened expression, turned his gaze to the rice paper on the table, and then read it word by word: "I advise you to drink another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

"Your literary talents are really not inferior to your father's."

At this time, Ci Song, facing Dean Yan's calm and conceited expression, felt cold sweat and great pressure. He obviously didn't do anything bad, but

I felt like I was committing a crime and felt uneasy.

"Dean Yan, I..." Ci Song was about to speak, but was interrupted by Dean Yan waving his hand.

"This poem of yours makes me look at you with admiration." Dean Yan said lightly, his words made Ci Song feel a little dazed.