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

In the already tidied study room of the Ci Master's General's Mansion, Ci Song told his father and Gongsun Cuo all about his experience of winning the position of Chief of Tea Mountain, receiving the blessing of the True Phoenix, and fighting against Duanmu Qingcang and Zeng Xiangteng. They were amazed. Even though they were speaking in vain, they did not expect that their son could achieve such good results in the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party.

"My son, did you really get the chief of Chashan Mountain and a part of Silence's body?"

Ci Qibai looked at his son and couldn't help but confirm again. Back then, he had climbed Chashan Mountain and won the first place. He knew how difficult it was, but his son was actually able to win the first seat of Chashan ahead of Bai Ye. In fact, It's somewhat shocking.

"Of course, father, why did I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just see."

With that said, Ci Song took out the leaf of tea from his disciple's jade pendant and placed it on the table.

Ci Qibai and Gongsun looked at the leaf of tea by mistake, and then they realized that Ci Song was not lying. Just the fragrance of the tea, and a gentle sniff, will make people feel comfortable, as if they are in the clouds, and their whole body will be relaxed. Ecstasy.

"Father, I wonder if this tea can restore your Semi-Saint Dao Fruit?" Ci Song asked his father curiously.

"This thing can only treat injuries. The crushing of the Dao Fruit is irreversible. Although this tea is good, it is useless to me."

Hearing what his father said, Ci Song couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This silence was not particularly reliable. He blew the tea leaves so hard when he gave him the tea, and said "living and dead, flesh and white bones". It took him a long time to even touch his father's None of the injuries can be cured.

Ci Song had no choice but to put the tea back into his personal jade pendant, and then took out a large box containing the tea he drank in the tea mountain.

"Father, I asked for a hundred catties of tea leaves from Senior Silence. I think you and Grandpa Cuo drink this kind of tea on weekdays. This should be enough for you to drink for a while."

After saying that, Ci Song placed the box in front of his father.

Ci Qibai opened the box and saw a box full of tea leaves. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth twice. His son was a little too aggressive and asked for so much tea leaves directly from the weird and capricious Silence.

I remember when the Master wanted to ask for some tea leaves from Silence to entertain the guests, but Silence refused. His son actually gained a hundred kilograms in one go, which was really impressive.

The tea I am drinking now is not obtained from the tea mountain, but a similar variety cultivated by Gu Yue through special planting methods, using the tea leaves from the tea mountain. Although the taste is similar, it is far less effective than the tea from the tea mountain. The catty of tea should be enough for me to drink for a while. As a father, I am very happy that my son has such filial piety.

Seeing his father so happy, Ci Song also expressed his request at the right time, "Father, there is something I want to discuss with you."

Ci Qibai was in a good mood, "If you have anything to do, just say it."

"Father, I misheard what grandpa said before. I was once engaged to Miss Yan Ruociyan."

Hearing Ci Song suddenly mention the marriage contract, Ci Qibai thought that Ci Song wanted to marry a wife, and the joy on his face became even worse: "What, you want to take the marriage letter and token to Yan Sheng Academy to propose marriage? "

"No, father, I want to cancel my marriage to Miss Yan and only keep my engagement to Yao'er."

As soon as these words came out, the scene instantly cooled down, and the temperature of the entire study dropped a lot. Ci Qibai looked at his son, and the original smile on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of seriousness and scrutiny. Gongsun Cuo wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak and could only sigh helplessly.

"What did you say? Break off the engagement?"

Ci Song nodded, "Yes, father, I want to marry Yao'er."

"Can you tell me the reason?"

Ci Qibai did not hold Ci Song responsible, but instead asked Ci Song about his thoughts.

"Father, I'm not familiar with Miss Yan, and I don't know if we have the same temperament. Moreover, Miss Yan is the daughter of Dean Yan. Her future is bound to be bright. She can pursue her own happiness. I don't want to let this original The marriage contract, which was already in vain, became her shackles.”

Ci Song told his father all his thoughts.

Ci Qibai didn't expect that his son would be so decisive. It was indeed beyond his expectation. And judging from the name his son called Mo Yao, the relationship between the two must have made great progress.

"Have you really thought about it?"

Ci Qibai asked his son again. He didn't want his son to make irrational choices because of impulse. After all, the issue of breaking off the engagement was of great importance. It was not just between Ci Song and Yan Ruo Ci. The matter between them is about the General's Mansion and Yan Sheng Academy, himself and Yan Zheng.

"Yes, father, I have thought about it."

Ci Song nodded and looked at his father with a firm face. This was also the result of his careful consideration. Originally, he had thought of waiting for a suitable time before proposing to his father to break off the engagement.

But since his father had talked a lot with him about the past and understood that he was now in a very dangerous situation, this made Ci Song more determined to break off the engagement. In the future, the First Master Palace would definitely target him, in order not to involve Yan Yan. Ruo Ci, the sooner this marriage is called off, the better.

Seeing this, Ci Qibai was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Since you have already thought about it, I support your decision."

After these words came out, Ci Song was stunned. He didn't expect his father to support his decision. He had already prepared to be blamed by his father.

"Father, don't you blame me?"

"What do I blame you for?"

"Nothing." Ci Song touched his nose with a guilty conscience. He had prepared a lot of words to persuade his father to let him cancel the engagement, but he didn't expect that he would agree to it so easily, so he didn't say anything more.

"The matter of canceling the engagement is a serious matter. According to common sense, I should go there in person." At this point, Ci Qibai sighed and said, "But I can't show up, so let Shi Yue take you there."

"Master, otherwise let me go. I'm afraid Yan Zheng will embarrass the young master." Gongsun Cuo said.

"Uncle Cuo, you can't show up this time. We are the party that cancels the engagement this time. If you go with us, it will seem like we are forcing the palace." Ci Qibai rejected Gongsun Cuo's proposal.

Gongsun Cuo naturally understood this, but he still expressed his concerns, "If Yan Zheng embarrasses the young master, Shi Yue alone may not be able to handle it."

"Uncle Cuo, Yan Zheng is not a rude person, he knows his limits."

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