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

Ci Song looked at Ma Tie in front of him and said coldly. There was no wave in his heart.

"I hate you so much, why did I let you make the first move."

Ma Tie's eyes flashed with resentment. He shouldn't have deliberately shown off his strength and let Ci Song gather his strength for three cups of tea. He was a Hanlin scholar and had not yet used all his skills. He was seriously injured by Ci Song's move and then pierced his heart with a sword.

"I am unwilling."

Ma Tie raised his head and howled, his voice full of unwillingness and despair. His body began to gradually become cold, and his life breath was also fading rapidly.

"Ding Dang."

The gray long sword slipped from Ma Tie's body, and he fell to the ground.

Ci Song looked at Ma Tie's body with disdain on his face. A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength. This simple truth doesn't Ma Tie understand? The battle between him and Ma Tie was not a competition between the senior and the junior, but a real battle of life and death. Faced with such a situation, Ma Tie was so arrogant that he let himself take the first move. Did he really think that he could do whatever he wanted just because he was at the Hanlin level?

"Mr. Ma!"

Wei Ling, who was standing by, was frightened when he saw Ma Tie being easily killed by Ci Song. He collapsed to the ground like a "meatball".

"Next, it's your turn."

Ci Song slowly put away the two long swords in his hands and looked at Wei Ling coldly.

When Wei Ling saw Ci Song looking at him, his body trembled involuntarily. He felt as if he was being stared at by a beast and was filled with fear.

"Ci Song, if you... dare to... dare to kill me, the king will never let you go."

Wei Ling supported his body and threatened with a fierce look on his face.

Ci Song looked at Wei Ling's stubbornness and couldn't help laughing. "I say, Wei Ling, your family has only two literary masters. Are you so arrogant?"

"You!"

Wei Ling was hit by Ci Song and was immediately angry. He knew the difference in strength between himself and Ci Song, but he still didn't want to succumb to Ci Song.

"Who do you think you are? If I die here today, the king will definitely exterminate your Ci family."

Wei Ling said loudly, trying to intimidate Ci Song with words.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the way you say this makes me feel like you are the prince who is about to ascend the throne."

Ci Song's words were full of sarcasm, "Do you think that if you die, the king will avenge you? What a joke."

"My Wei family is now in charge of the court, and my grandfather is the king's teacher. Your father is just a general. How can he be compared with our Wei family?"

Wei Ling tried to suppress Ci Song with his family background.

"In charge of the court? King's teacher? These sound very impressive."

Ci Song's mouth curled up a smile, and then said: "Okay, then I won't kill you today."

"What?" Wei Ling's face changed. He said these words just to delay time so that his family could send someone to rescue him. He didn't expect that Ci Song really didn't intend to kill him.

Ci Song looked at Wei Ling's expression, "Why, you are disappointed to hear that I won't kill you?"

"You, what do you mean?"

Wei Ling was uneasy, not knowing what Ci Song was up to.

"It doesn't mean anything. I just want to tell you that although you have saved your life today, your future has been completely ruined."

Ci Song slowly looked towards the north, and then said: "Prince Yingtian, look, during the time you were away, all kinds of cats and dogs have appeared. You really need to sort out the atmosphere."

As soon as the voice fell, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness. He was handsome, eight feet tall, dressed in black, and exuded a strong majesty. His eyes fell on Ci Song, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"I really didn't expect that I would see such an unbearable scene just after returning to Zhongzhou."

Prince Yingtian said lightly, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice.

When Wei Ling heard the voice of Prince Yingtian, his face suddenly changed. He didn't expect Prince Yingtian to appear at this time. He was filled with fear and despair. The words he just said not only put him in a desperate situation, but also dragged the entire Wei family into the quagmire.

Ci Song bowed to Prince Yingtian, "Prince, I'll leave Wei Ling to you. He is the only descendant of the Imperial Censor, and I don't want to offend the Wei family."

"Yes."

Prince Yingtian nodded slightly, then turned his eyes to Wei Ling, "Wei Ling, do you know your crime?"

Wei Ling quickly rolled over, turned over, and knelt on the ground, his fat flesh trembling constantly. He knew that he had no way to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Prince, I... I know my crime."

"Know your crime?"

Prince Yingtian smiled coldly, "Do you know that what you did today has violated the laws of Daliang? You killed innocent people, oppressed the people, and spoke wildly, committing crimes against superiors. These charges are enough for you to die a hundred times."

When Wei Ling heard what Prince Yingtian said, his face turned pale, "Prince, spare my life, I am willing to work for you and remove all obstacles for you."

Wei Ling said loudly, trying to use words to seek a glimmer of hope.

"All under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects. If you don't serve me, who else can you serve?"

Prince Yingtian's words made Wei Ling completely desperate. He knew that he had no way out. His heart was filled with fear and regret. If he had known that he would end up like this today, he would never have done those stupid things.

"I have seen everything you did today. The legalists have a saying: The law does not favor the rich, and the rope does not bend. Where the law is imposed, the wise cannot refuse, and the brave dare not argue. Punishment does not spare ministers, and rewards for good deeds do not exclude ordinary people. You, Wei Ling, are the blood of the Imperial Censor, not only do you not set an example, but you bully others and treat the law as nothing. If I forgive you, how can I convince the public?"

Prince Ying Tian said slowly, his voice was calm, but full of majesty.

When Wei Ling heard what Prince Ying Tian said, he knew that Ying Tian would not let him go. His expression changed from solemn to fierce. He stared at Ying Tian and said angrily: "Ying Tian, ​​I respect you as the son of the prince and I am blessed by the king, so I respect you and call you the prince, but you are not qualified to inherit the throne at all. You, the prince, are just a joke!"

When Prince Ying Tian heard what Wei Ling said, his face did not change much. He just said lightly: "Oh? Really? Then, may I ask, Lord Wei, what kind of people are qualified to inherit the throne?"

Wei Ling was relieved to see that Prince Ying Tian was not angry. He thought that his words had made Prince Ying Tian feel afraid, so he said more proudly: "Of course, it is the legitimate son of King Liang who is qualified to inherit the throne."

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