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

"However, although the artistic conception of this poem is lofty, it is too depressing. How can you feel such a sense of desolation at such a young age?" Dean Yan's words made Ci Song stunned. He had not thought about this problem.

"Maybe it's because I've experienced more." Ci Song replied after thinking briefly.

"Have you experienced a lot?" Dean Yan asked doubtfully, "What experience can you have at such a young age?"

Ci Song understood that it was time to pretend to be sophisticated, or else he might be manipulated by the dean.

"The world is full of life, life and death. Prosperity is a dream, but it ends in dust."

"People are like Qiu Hong and have letters, and things are like spring dreams without leaving a trace."

Ci Song's tone was as calm as his expression. He did not look into Dean Yan's eyes. He just walked to the coffee table quietly, poured a cup of tea, walked to Dean Yan, and placed it in front of him. On the desk.

He felt very clearly that the more calm and easy-going he acted now, the more likely it would be that Dean Yan could not figure out his true identity. This is also Ci Song's first experience of what it is like to slap someone in the face and pretend to be fat.

Dean Yan looked at Ci Song's movements, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. He did not drink the tea on the table, but just looked at Ci Song.

"My daughter came to see you?"

As soon as these words came out, Ci Song broke into cold sweat again. Didn't Yan Ruo Ci say that her father didn't know about her departure and asked everyone to help her keep it a secret? Now, her father asked her directly, how should she answer? Woolen cloth?

But soon, Ci Song thought of a way to deal with it, "Silence is golden. As long as I don't admit it or deny it, it has nothing to do with me."

Seeing Ci Song's silent look, Dean Yan didn't say much, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Presumably, you already know the relationship between me and your father, Ci Song. If I asked you to marry Ruo Ci, would you agree?"

Ci Song's head was confused again. Are Dean Yan's questions so tricky? How do I respond to this?

"Silence is golden, silence is golden."

Ci Song decided to implement this policy and not speak if he didn't know. He would make mistakes if he spoke too much. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea silently.

"Is your father okay?"

Finally, Dean Yan asked a question that Ci Song could answer. He swallowed the tea and answered. "Everything is fine. He also asked me to say hello to you."

After hearing Ci Song's answer, Dean Yan turned his head and looked at the sky outside the window quietly without saying much.

Ci Song didn't speak, but quietly poured water into Dean Yan's teacup.

"Is it your father who wants you to join Yan Sheng Academy?"

After hearing this question, Ci Song was ready to answer, but the door to the inner room opened, and Yan Ruoci, wearing a long cyan dress, walked out. When she saw her father, a trace of shock appeared on her face.

"Dad, why are you here?" Yan Ruoci asked slightly nervously. He asked Ci Song to help him write poems. Wouldn't his father find out?

"It shouldn't be strange that I came back from Kong Sheng Academy to see my daughter first, right?" A smile finally appeared on Dean Yan's plain face.

"Yes, it should be." Yan Ruoci nodded.

"You called Ci Song here because you wanted him to guide you in completing the homework I assigned you before I left, right? You think so. You have had a smooth life since you were a child, and your mother and I have protected you extremely well. You have never Having experienced life and death, it is indeed difficult for you to write a farewell poem."

Dean Yan started talking to himself.

Seeing this, Yan Ruoci immediately borrowed the donkey from Poxia, walked to Dean Yan, and took his arm, "That's right, that's why I asked Brother Ci to help me with guidance."

"It's like this, Dean. It's just that I was bitten by literary energy just now, that's why I'm in such a mess." Ci Song also explained.

"Ci Song was born in the 92nd year of Wanchang. In the second year, the late emperor died and the crown prince of Liang ascended the throne, changing the name of the country to Wanyong. He had been naughty since he was a child, but because Ci Qibai doted on him, he allowed him to develop as he pleased. Unrestrained; when he was five years old, he injured a vendor on the street and insulted the vendor's background."

Dean Yan suddenly changed his tone and started talking about Ci Song's past.

"When he was seven years old, he had a conflict with the son of the former governor of Zhongzhou. In order to vent his anger, he sent his servants to beat him seriously. When he was nine years old, he became addicted to women and even had a conflict with the daughter of a merchant. He was caught in the general's mansion. If Ci Qibai had not been present and got angry for the first time, the woman could have escaped from the clutches. At the age of twelve, Lingding got drunk in Jade Tower and tried to do evil things to the old madam, even to vent her own anger. , almost burned down the entire Jade Building, and this incident caused a storm in the city, and everyone knew about it. "

Dean Yan seemed to have no need to think at all, telling the old stories about Ci and Song Dynasties like a story.

Ci Song and Yan Ruo Ci were stunned. Where is this storytelling meeting? This is obviously compiling a novel.

The reason why Yan Ruoci was confused was because she didn't expect Ci Song to be such a shameless villain. Although she had heard some rumors about Ci Song, she firmly believed in the principle of "seeing is believing", not to mention that Ci Song was Ci Qi Bai's son.

Ci Qibai is the person his father respects the most. The reason why he chose the word "Ruo Ci" for his name is because his father hopes that he can be as free and unrestrained as Ci Qibai in the future and become a true man of letters.

It's just that she really didn't expect that Ci Song, this gentle man with simple eyes, had done so many evil things. This was the first time that she had made a mistake.

"Is everything he is doing now just a disguise? His purpose is for...himself?"

Thinking of this, Yan Ruoci's eyes towards Ci Song also changed a bit.

Ci Song was also dumbfounded. Although he knew that the original owner of this body was a dandy, he should be about the same as Xu Shaocong and would not do anything too outrageous. As for the title of "the number one dandy in Daliang", it was just A joke.

But what Dean Yan said today completely brought Ci Song back to reality.

"Ci Song is really a beast! No, am I not scolding myself?"

"The last Ci Song was really a beast!" Ci Song had already begun to curse the original Ci Song at this time.

Dean Yan picked up the tea cup again and drank all the tea in the cup. "These are the big evils that everyone knows on the surface. The countless small evils that people in Song Dynasty do in their daily lives are probably countless." Measurable, how do you explain these?”

Hearing this, Ci Song fell into deep thought. He lowered his head silently and began to think about a question: Should he recognize these "evils"?

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