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

Zhang Shuzhi boarded another carriage, and the servants followed him, and the group left this place in a mighty manner.

Ci Song sat in the luxurious carriage, and was very happy in his heart. He had passed the examination of Yansheng College and became a direct disciple. I think his father in this world will be happy when he knows that he has taken over his son's body for no reason. Now all he can do is to compensate to the best of his ability, and then see if he can find a way to return to the present world.

"Master, the general's mansion is in front."

The carriage driver said to Ci Song respectfully. He knew the methods of the first playboy in Daliang. If he didn't serve well, he would not be as easy to talk to as Zhang Shuzhi, and it would be good if he didn't reward him with a beating.

"I know, thank you."

Ci Song bowed his hands to thank him, and then slowly got off the carriage. The tall mansion was in front of him. The three big characters "General's Manor" were written on the tall door plaque, and on both sides of the gate were a pair of mighty stone lions, showing the majesty of the general's mansion.

"Thank you." Ci Song bowed to the driver and then walked towards the door.

The driver was also stunned, but he did not dare to stay too long and immediately drove away in the carriage.

When Ci Song walked into the gate of the general's mansion, the two guards at the gate saw him and immediately came up to him, "Young General, you are back!"

"I am back, uncles, is my father at home?" Ci Song asked.

He had heard from the maid at home that most of the guards in the family were veterans who had fought in the battlefield with his father, but for some reason, they could not stay in the army, so they were taken back to the general's mansion by his father to serve as guards in the mansion.

Ci Song himself had respect for the veterans in his heart, so he called them "uncles".

"Replying to the young general, the general and Mr. Gongsun are in the study. The general has instructed that when you come back, you can go directly to the study to find the general. By the way, there is a guest at home. You can wait until the guest leaves before going to the study."

"Okay, thank you two uncles for reminding me."

Ci Song was a little curious about who the guest was, but it had nothing to do with him. He bowed to the two guards and thanked them, and then walked directly to the study.

The two guards looked at each other and sighed. It turned out that filial sons were really born under the stick. How could the original Ci Song be so polite to them?

Since the last time the general brought the young general back to the mansion and "beat" him severely, leaving him lying in bed unconscious for three days, the young general seemed to have changed. He treated everyone politely, no longer had airs, and never did anything wrong. Such changes were seen by people in the mansion.

Ci Song didn't know that his every move during this period was under the attention of others. Soon, he came to the study. When he was about to push the door to enter, he heard his father talking with a strange man inside.

"General Ci, Shuzhi has only been in Zhongzhou for a short time. The quarrel with Xiao Song is just a small quarrel between children. Please don't take it to heart."

"Prime Minister Zhang, Qi Bai knows your sincerity. In fact, you have already written it very clearly in your last letter. Small conflicts between children are also easy to resolve. You came to me specially for this matter this time. How can Qi Bai have any reason to blame a child?"

"Thank you for your forgiveness, General Ci. I have some trivial matters today, so I will leave first. General Ci, Mr. Gongsun, when I am free, I will invite you to Yipinju for a drink."

"Prime Minister Zhang, Qi Bai will see you off."

After hearing the voices of the two, Ci Song outside turned around and walked to the side of the study, watching his father and a middle-aged man in black clothes with a thin back leave this place.

"Young Master, you are back."

Ci Song heard Gongsun Cuo's voice. He turned around and found that Gongsun Cuo was looking at him kindly.

"Grandpa Cuo, how did you suddenly appear beside me? Could it be that you can transfer space?" Ci Song asked in surprise.

"Little trick, young master, you can master it in the future." Gongsun Cuo smiled and stroked Ci Song's head a few times, and then said: "Your father and I found you outside the study. You came back so soon. It seems that the results of this exam have come out. Let's go inside and talk."

"Okay, Grandpa Gongsun." Ci Song followed Gongsun Cuo to the study. As soon as he sat down, Ci Qibai came back.

"My son, how is the scenery of Yansheng Academy? Do you like it?"

After Ci Qibai sat down, he did not directly ask Ci Song whether he had passed the assessment, because in his opinion, although Ci Song could write an extremely exquisite poem, his cultural background was far from meeting the admission standards of Yansheng Academy.

He was afraid that Ci Song would feel sad because he did not pass the exam, so he did not take the initiative to mention the results. To put it bluntly, Ci Qibai never thought that Ci Song could pass the exam.

"Father, Yansheng Academy is very big and the scenery is very beautiful. I like it very much. The seniors are also very harmonious. I got lost in the academy before, and a senior took me back to the entrance of the academy in person."

Ci Song said to his father with a smile on his face.

"Really? If my son really likes it, then father will give up this old face and go to Yansheng Academy in person."

"Father, why are you going to the academy?" Ci Song asked curiously, "By the way, father, I have now become a direct disciple of a teacher in the academy."

"When I went to the academy, I naturally tried to intercede for you and let you join Yansheng Academy. Wait, my son, what did you say just now? You, you became a direct disciple?"

Ci Qibai suddenly turned his head to look at Ci Song, and asked in surprise.

Gongsun Cuo on the side also widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Ci Song nodded in confusion, "Yes, father, when I took the exam today, it was the dean of Yansheng Academy who gave me the opportunity. The 72 teachers in his academy tested me, and finally I was accepted by the teacher as a registered direct disciple."

"Dean? You mean Yan..." After saying the word "Yan", Ci Qibai suddenly stopped. "It is Dean Yan, father, do you know him?" Ci Song said in surprise. Hearing this, Ci Qibai did not answer, but just picked up the tea beside him and drank it all.

Gongsun Cuo stroked his beard and laughed, "More than knowing each other, your father and Dean Yan used to peed in the same bed when they were young, so it's not an exaggeration to say that we are brothers of different surnames."

"Ah? No wonder Dean Yan treated me strangely after seeing me. By the way, father, I heard from the dean and the teachers in the hospital that you are a 'sinner' and I am the 'descendant of sinners'. What's going on?"

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