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

After listening to Ci Song's words, the senior's expression became a little subtle. After all, in his eyes, Ci Song was just a failed candidate. How would such a person want to give him a poem?

However, he did not refuse. He just smiled slightly and said, "Junior, please speak."

"After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons."

"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."

"This poem is quite good for a garden party. It should be able to help you." After saying the poem, Song immediately turned around and left.

After hearing the poem recited by Ci Song, the senior froze on the spot, with a look of shock on his face. After listening to this poem, he seemed to be in a lotus pond, with lotus leaves stretching to the end of the lake. It blends with the blue sky and dyes the boundless blue color. On this blue background, it also highlights the lotus flowers reflected in the sun. The original lotus flowers, which have just bloomed, are red under the reflection of the sunlight. Extraordinarily bright, they complement each other and complement each other with the green lotus leaves, making them even more graceful and charming.

"What a... what a poem!" When the senior came back to his senses, Ci Song had already gone away, and his face was full of admiration. "Even if there is no hope of entering the academy this year, with this poem alone, I can... But who is this junior who is so famous in the academy?"

Ci Song on the other side followed the route in his memory and successfully found the gate of the college. Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice stopped him, "Junior Ci, where are you going?"

Ci Song turned around and saw two figures walking towards him, "Senior Bai, Brother Zhong Yong, why are you here?"

Bai Ye smiled slightly, closed the white paper fan in his hand, and said, "I am sending Junior Fang off. He has officially enrolled. The college has given him seven days to go home and prepare."

"So that's it." Ci Song nodded, and then looked at Fang Zhongyong behind Bai Ye. He was wearing a Confucian robe made of linen and looked arrogant. There was also a trace of disdain on his face. Obviously, he did not Ci Song was not taken seriously.

When Ci Song saw this, he didn't care. He just bowed his hand to Fang Zhongyong and said, "Ci Song congratulates Brother Zhongyong for enrolling in school. If there is an opportunity in the future, please take good care of him."

"Brother Ci, don't be discouraged. I believe that with your first-place score in the first exam, you will definitely be able to join the academy next time."

Fang Zhongyong deliberately pronounced the word "Bangyi" very harshly, just to deliberately disgust the Song Dynasty. After all, he is now an official student of Yansheng Academy. As long as he successfully writes poems into ink, he is enough to become a real student. .

"Brother Fang, don't worry about this." Ci Song snorted coldly. This Fang Zhongyong really doesn't know how to praise, so he won't look good on him.

Bai Ye on the side saw something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he interrupted: "Junior Ci, where are you going? Why don't you stay in the academy and wait for the supplementary admission results?"

After hearing Bai Ye's inquiry, Ci Song couldn't help but smile. This was a good opportunity to show his holiness in front of others, and he couldn't miss it.

I saw Ci Song deliberately stretching and exposing the purple jade pendant around his waist, "Go home and have a good rest. The college will start next month. The teacher said that I can make my own arrangements for the rest of the time."

After Bai Ye saw the purple jade pendant, his expression instantly became puzzled and shocked, and his eyes widened a bit, "Junior Ci, this jade pendant of yours?"

"This was given to me by my teacher. He said it was a sign of his status as a direct disciple." Ci Song took off the purple jade pendant from his waist and held it in his hand.

"Dear... direct disciple?" Fang Zhongyong's expression became incredulous. Didn't Ci Song fail the re-examination? Why did you become a direct disciple?

"Ci Song, you didn't even pass the re-examination, how could you become a direct disciple?" Fang Zhongyong asked Ci Song, "Brother Ci, I know you are high-spirited, but you can't lie. Use a fake jade pendant to deceive me." ?”

Fang Zhongyong still didn't believe that Ci Song could become a direct descendant, so he said that the jade pendant was fake.

Of course, what he said was quite reasonable, because he had asked Bai Ye before what the academy used to distinguish students from schoolchildren. At that time, Bai Ye's answer to him was clothing. Schoolchildren's Confucian robes were made of linen, while students' Confucian robes were made of silk. As for the jade pendant, Bai Ye never mentioned it.

Standing silently, Bai Ye looked at the purple jade pendant in Ci Song's hand, and then took out an almost identical cloud-shaped purple jade pendant from his breast pocket, except that his jade pendant was engraved with "White" "Ci" is engraved with the word "Ci" in Song Dynasty. This is the only difference.

After a careful comparison, Bai Ye confirmed that what Ci Song said was not a lie, "This jade pendant is real. I didn't expect that Junior Ci actually became a direct descendant. I'm so happy and congratulated."

"What? This, is this true? Ci Song has become a personal disciple. How is this possible?" Fang Zhongyong was completely confused now. He couldn't understand why Ci Song, who had clearly failed to pass the re-examination, could Became a direct disciple?

"This jade pendant cannot be faked. Junior Ci, who is your teacher?"

After seeing Fang Zhongyong's astonished expression, Ci Song felt secretly happy. He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but you had to do it. You can't blame me. You pretend to be B in front of me. Do you believe I can let you fly?

Seeing Ci Song, he put the purple jade pendant back on his waist, "Senior Bai, I didn't expect that I would be so lucky to become a direct disciple. As for my teacher, he is my invigilator. Ning Safety."

"What? It's Mr. Ning?"

This time it was Bai Ye's turn to be surprised. He originally thought that a teacher in the academy saw Ci Song's talent in poetry, but he didn't expect it to be Ning Ping'an. His standard for accepting disciples was the most stringent in the entire academy. He wanted to become his disciple back then but was rejected because he didn't have enough talent. Now Ci Song was accepted as his personal disciple. Doesn't this show Ci Song's talent? . .

Thinking of this, Bai Ye's eyes looked at Ci Song a little differently. Before, he called Ci Song "little brother" more of a polite courtesy, but now, his eyes were more of respect and appreciation.

"Yes, but the teacher said that my foundation is too poor. I haven't finished reading the 'Four Books' and 'Five Classics', so the teacher asked me to study with the freshman class for half a year to consolidate my foundation."

Hearing this, Fang Zhongyong couldn't hold it anymore, "What? I haven't finished reading the 'Four Books' and 'Five Classics'? How could I be valued by the teachers in the academy?"

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