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

When Ci Song regained consciousness, he felt physically and mentally exhausted and had a splitting headache. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was back in the room, which was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

He tried hard to recall the previous scene, remembering that he was training in the martial arts field, and finally passed out. At this time, he realized that he was soaking in the bathtub, his whole body was soaked in warm water, and he felt indescribably comfortable. All the wounds on his body had disappeared, and there were no wounds on his body.

"Master, you're awake."

Hearing the sound, Ci Song looked up and found Shi Yue walking in with a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Uncle Yue."

"Master, since you are awake, drink this medicine and have a good rest."

With that said, Shi Yue handed the medicinal soup in his hand to Ci Song in the bathtub.

Ci Song took the medicinal soup and smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine. The medicinal soup was dark brown, looked very viscous, and exuded a faint bitter taste. He raised his head and drank it all, only to feel that after the medicinal soup entered his throat, it flowed into his abdomen and turned into a warm current, which instantly filled the whole body and flowed through the major meridians of the body. The pain and fatigue disappeared instantly.

"Uncle Yue, how long have I slept?" Ci Song asked.

"An hour." Shi Yue took Ci Song's medicine bowl and placed it on the table nearby.

"Only slept for an hour? What about my injuries?"

Ci Song originally thought that his injury must be serious and that he would need a long period of rest to recover, but he did not expect that it only took an hour to recover as before.

"Uncle Yue, is the medicinal bath you prepared for me particularly precious?" Ci Song asked curiously.

"Fortunately, this medicinal bath has the effect of strengthening the body and strengthening the body. The young master can recover so quickly, and this medicinal bath is indispensable. If it were replaced by worldly yellow and white things, it would cost about fifty thousand taels of gold per barrel. "

Shi Yue answered while taking out a towel from the cabinet and placing it beside the tub.

"So expensive?" Ci Song said in surprise, fifty thousand taels of gold, dear, although he is now the eldest young master of the Ci Family's General Mansion, he has never seen so much money, and if he has to take medicinal baths every day in the future, , fifty thousand taels of gold are used in one day, what about three months?

Darling, even Song Dynasty dare not think of this number, this is golden gold.

"Actually it's not bad."

Shi Yue smiled. The 50,000 taels of gold per bucket he just mentioned was just to give Ci Song a clear figure. In fact, this is just a conservative estimate. The real value is far more than 50,000 taels of gold. In the medicinal bath There are many medicinal materials that are expensive but not commercially available, and even if you want to buy them, you can’t buy them.

"Uncle Yue, this medicinal bath is so expensive, our General's Mansion isn't particularly rich, right?"

Ci Song wondered. In his understanding, although the General's Mansion covers a large area and the decoration style is very elegant, most of the people in the mansion are very simple and do not show any luxury.

"Of course not. The master and I don't like money. Our entire General Mansion's annual expenses depend on the annual salary paid out by Emperor Liang."

Shi Yue smiled and said, "As for these herbs, Lao Xu grew them himself. He was considered one of the more talented among the farm disciples back then. Planting these herbs is not difficult for him."

Ci Song searched for the person named "Xu" in the general's mansion from his memory, and asked: "Old Xu? Is it Xu Hongyuan or Uncle Xu in the mansion?"

"Exactly. I didn't expect that Young Master, your memory is so good. Lao Xu spends most of his time in his medicinal field and rarely returns to his home. However, the medicinal materials he grows are indeed very powerful." Shi Yue smiled.

"So that's it."

Regarding farmers, Ci Song has already learned about them in books. Farmers regard Shen Nong as their ancestor. The ancestors told Shen Nong and advocated encouraging people to cultivate mulberry trees to provide enough food and clothing. They never participated in worldly disputes, even if it was a battle between heaven and man that hundreds of families must fight for. Farmers They also refused to participate. The influence of peasant families spread all over the world, but most of them lived in seclusion and did not care about worldly affairs.

The biggest characteristic of farm people is that they are diligent and simple. In addition to inheriting the knowledge of their ancestors, farm disciples are also very hardworking and have extremely high attainments in the fields of agriculture, herbalism, medicine and other fields.

"Master, since you have recovered, go and have a meal. The master and Mr. Gongsun are already waiting for you."

"good."

. . . . . .

In Taiwei's mansion, Taiwei Mo received a reply from Zilu Academy. The content of the letter was also very simple, with only a few numbers. "My son fell in love with Taiwei Mo's daughter and grandson at first sight and does not care about worldly names."

After reading the content of the letter, Captain Mo frowned again, "It seems that Zilu Academy wants to see what the attitude of my Imperial Palace is."

He folded the letter in his hand, placed it next to the candle, and let the flames engulf him. After the letter was completely reduced to ashes, he said, "Here comes someone." "Lieutenant."

"Prepare your horse and go to the Mo family's ancestral temple to ask the ancestors to come out of seclusion."

In the Ci Family General's Mansion, Ci Song had already arrived at the dining table. If Ci Song remembered correctly, in his memory, this was the first time that he had dined at the same dining table with Ci Qibai, his father.

In addition to Ci Qibai, there are also Gongsun Cuo, Shang Han, Shi Yue, Sun Buxiu, and Mo Yao.

"Where's Uncle Zhuang, why didn't he come?"

Ci Song found that there was no Zhuang Ya on the dining table, which made Ci Song very curious.

Among these people, the person with the best relationship with Zhuang Ya was Shang Han. He said, "He hasn't played against anyone for a long time, so he is a little tired today and went back to sleep."

Ci Song didn't have too much doubt, "Well, after Uncle Zhuang has rested, let the chef cook some food for him."

"It's the young master."

Ci Qibai picked up his wine cup and said to the people present: "Brothers, I will leave Zhongzhou City tomorrow, and I will leave Ci Song to everyone."

Everyone seemed to have already known the news that Ci Qibai was leaving. They all picked up their wine glasses and said, "General, don't worry, I will protect the young master." "Then I will do it first as a token of respect." After that, Ci Qibai said. Bai raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, and everyone also drank the wine in the cup.

"Father, where are you going?" Ci Song put down his chopsticks and asked.

"I have accepted the prince's son Yingtian as my disciple, and I have planned to take him to travel the mainland a long time ago. If it weren't for your wonderful performance during this time, my son, I might have left long ago."

Ci Qibai smiled and said to Ci Song.

"Yingtian?"

Ci Song remembered that he had seen him in Cuiyuan Building. He also beat a student of Yan Sheng Academy. At that time, he stared at him with strange eyes for a long time. At that time, Ci Song was still very confused. This prince Why is he always staring at himself? It turns out that his father accepted him as a disciple.

But Yingtian's talent doesn't seem to be very high. Why would his father accept him as his disciple?

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