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

"He is my junior brother, a genius who writes poetry into ink. His name is Zhang Wuyan." Duanmu Qingcang introduced to Bai Ye, "Junior brother Wuyan is a fanatical fan of Ci Kuangsheng.

I have always wanted to meet him. However, due to various force majeure reasons, he was unable to go to Zhongzhou City. This time when he came to Kong Sheng Academy, Junior Brother Wu Yan wanted to read the poems written by Ci Kuangsheng back then, but he didn't expect to meet Ci Kuangsheng's son here. "

"That's it. No wonder he's so excited." Bai Ye said clearly.

"Let's do this. You go back and rest first. After all, you two have been guarding me here all night. When I find Junior Brother Ci, I will take him to see you. How about that?"

"How did you know that I've been guarding you all night? Couldn't I have just arrived here?" Duanmu Qingcang said with a smile.

"Your clothes are the same as those you wore yesterday. How could a clean-loving person like you wear the same clothes two days in a row?" Bai Ye responded with a smile.

Hearing this, Duanmu Qingcang also showed a helpless smile and said: "You are good at everything, but you are too sharp."

"Then when you have rested, bring Junior Brother Ci to find me." Duanmu Qingcang let go of Bai Ye's shoulders, turned around and left the square with Zhang Wuyan.

Seeing the two people leaving, Bai Ye also took the students to the residence arranged for them by Kong Sheng Academy.

Ci Song had no idea what was happening in the square. At this time, he had just been woken up from his sleep by his teacher.

If it hadn't been for the help of his teacher yesterday, he would have been left in her room by Mo Yao. Mo Yao even took the initiative to invite him to sleep with her, which frightened Ci Song Huarong.

Mo Yao's love for him was too passionate, which surprised Ci Song, who had all the memories. If Ci Song hadn't started in three years in his heart and the uncapped sentence restricted him, I'm afraid Ci Song would really He would stay in Mo Yao's room, singing and dancing, unable to sleep at night.

"Ci Song, although the floor is covered with mattresses, is it too much?"

Ning Ping'an looked at his disciple, who was thinking outside the box, with helplessness in his eyes.

He was practicing in his room last night when he suddenly received a distress signal from Ci Song from his jade pendant. He thought someone was harming Ci Song, so he went directly to the mountain.

But when he found Ci Song, he found that Mo Yao and Ci Song were about to have sex. At first when he saw him for the first time, he thought it was Ci Song forcing Mo Yao, but when he reacted, he saw clearly that it was Mo Yao who was forced by Ci Song. Mo Yao took the initiative.

Ning Ping'an understood the behavior of the two. After all, the two were engaged and had a good impression of each other. In addition, Ci Song should be considered an experienced person, so it was understandable that he could not control himself for a while.

It's just that Ning Ping'an didn't expect that after seeing him, Ci Song seemed to have seen a life-saving straw and left Mo Yao's room as if he was fleeing.

Ning Ping'an originally thought about arranging another place for Ci Song to live, but he didn't expect that this boy actually said that he wanted to live in his own room on the floor, and the reason he gave was also very strange, saying that he felt safe.

This made Ning Ping'an feel a little more "contempt" towards Ci Song. Why was Ci Song pretending to be a playboy for so many years, and why was he beaten to death by a little girl?

"Teacher, why is it so early today? It's just dawn."

Ci Song stood up, stretched, and then tidied his bed.

"Master sent me a message just now, saying that everyone has arrived and the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party will be held today instead." Ning Ping'an slowly explained.

"Ah, the time has actually been changed?"

There was a trace of confusion on Ci Song's face. Didn't the ancients value time arrangements the most? He remembered that before every major event, a good and auspicious day had to be chosen. Normally, the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party was considered a big day, so why did it suddenly change the date?

"Master, he always does whatever he wants. If he said to change it to today, then we will do it today. There is no other way, who made him Master?"

There was a bit of teasing in Ning Ping'an's tone, but Ci Song could hear the emotion similar to envy hidden in Ning Ping'an's words.

"Let's go. There are a lot of procedures to go through before the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party officially starts. You go to the restaurant to eat some food first, and I'll go find the Master."

After saying that, Ning Pingping turned around and left the room.

Ci Song left Ningping's courtyard after a simple wash. After walking a few steps, he saw Mo Yao, dressed in red, running towards him.

"Ci Song, if you run away again, when I get home, I will tell your father that you bullied me!"

Just when Ci Song was about to leave quietly, Mo Yao's voice slowly reached his ears.

"Hey, Yao'er, are you rebelling against Tiangang? I was the one who was almost bullied yesterday, right?"

Ci Song turned around helplessly and saw Mo Yao running to Ci Song's side. His originally threatening words became gentle: "Brother Ci Song, I'm sorry. What happened yesterday was my fault. I shouldn't have treated him like that." You. It’s just me... I like you so much that I can’t control myself, I..."

The more Mo Yao spoke, the softer his voice became, and finally he lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Seeing Mo Yao like this, Ci Song was helpless. Did all the ladies in this ancient family have such a good time?

"Yao'er, you are too impulsive. We don't know each other well enough. What do you think about waiting until the day we get married to do what we should do?" Ci Song also touched Mo Yao's head very gently.

"You don't know me, but I know you very well. Even when I was locked up by my grandfather for several years, I was secretly paying attention to Brother Ci Song." Mo Yao murmured in a low voice.

But soon she raised her head, her eyes full of tenderness, and said: "Brother Ci Song, you must keep your word."

"Of course it's true. I, Ci Song, always keep my word." Ci Song said very affirmatively.

"That's great!"

Mo Yao turned around happily, and the unique fragrance on her body drifted away with the wind, making Ci Song feel a little moved.

"Let's go, let's go to eat, we have to rush to attend the five-institute tea party later."

"Yeah!"

Mo Yao took Ci Song's arm, and the two walked towards the restaurant together.

When the two arrived at the restaurant, they saw that many students had come here. White, yellow, blue, and purple represented Yansheng Academy, Zilu Academy, Zigong Academy, and Zengsheng Academy respectively. They wore Confucian robes of different colors and sat in different parts of the restaurant, which seemed to be clearly divided.

"Mo Yao, do you want to come with me to meet Senior Brother Bai and the others?"

Ci Song naturally wanted to find his senior brothers in the academy, but when he thought of Mo Yao being by his side, he naturally had to ask for her opinion.

"Of course, I also want to meet Brother Ci Song's senior brothers."

Seeing that Mo Yao did not refuse, Ci Song ordered a few dishes and came to his senior brother.

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