Hearing this, Dean Yan shook his head slightly and said, "I owe her this. Even if she hits me or scolds me today, I should still bear it."
Seeing Dean Yan's willing expression, Ning Ping'an didn't say much. It was difficult for an upright official to deal with family affairs. Ning Ping'an didn't particularly care about Dean Yan's family affairs.
"Mr. Ning, I know that you despise my wife in your heart, but please look at my face and give her some respect. For so many years, her heart has been all about me and Ruoci. You Have you forgotten that Meng Ruo was also a talented woman who made a splash at the Fifth Courtyard Tea Party?"
Dean Yan's words were very soft, but with a bit of noncommittal.
"Understood." Ning Pingan nodded, then turned and left the room.
Ci Song didn't know what happened in the Saint's Tower after he left. At this time, he had returned to his residence, took a cold bath, changed his clothes, sat on a chair and studied the thick book in his hand. , the cover of this book does not have any signature, and is very simple. There seem to be some faint yellow spots on it, which looks quite old.
The first sentence at the beginning almost stopped Ci Song, "Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao. Name, it can be named, but it is very named. Nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth; named is the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always no desire to observe. It's wonderful; I always have the desire to observe its pleasure. The two have the same origin but different names, and they are both called mysterious. Mysterious and mysterious, they are the door to all wonderful things."
Even if Ci Song Dynasty had never seen a pig running, he had eaten pork. Isn't this the famous "Tao Te Ching"?
"Why doesn't there even have a name? Doesn't Taoism exist in this world? No, I remember there are records related to Taoism?"
Ci Song was very puzzled and scratched his head. He remembered clearly that when he was on earth, he had read the "Tao Te Ching". Normally, there should be corresponding books in this world. Why is there no such book now? Woolen cloth?
Doubts were doubts, but Ci Song did not hesitate for long, and began to study with concentration. What he did not notice was that when Ci Song was studying this book, the Wen Yun Orb in the center of his Dantian changed. ,
The originally dim orb of literary fortune actually began to rotate slowly, and a trace of warmth emanated from the orb, flowing through Ci Song's limbs and bones. When Ci Song was studying the "Tao Te Ching", this orb of literary fortune began to turn slowly. Will independently absorb the knowledge in the book.
This process is very slow. After all, this is a document that spans thousands of years. Even the erudite Ci Song Dynasty needs to slowly absorb the knowledge contained in it bit by bit.
During this process, the Wen Yun Orb seemed to be changing little by little. The original light golden light had turned into a dark golden color, and the inscriptions on it were also faintly visible.
The talents in the room seemed to be affected by the Wen Yun Orb, and began to condense around Ci Song. After a while, a small vortex was formed, and as the Wen Yun Orb spun faster and faster, the suction force of this vortex became stronger and stronger. It got stronger and stronger, and in the end, even the air made a slight hissing sound.
As the Wen Yun Orb rotated more and more cheerfully, all the talents in the room had gathered, and they were still gathering from all directions, but Ci Song, the person involved, did not notice anything strange.
When he was studying in his previous life, he was a person who "didn't hear what was going on outside the window." Even in the busy city, he could still calm down and study books, let alone the mere "chichi" sound.
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At Yan Ruoci's residence, Yan Ruoci has adjusted her mood and stopped crying, and her mother Meng Ruo has also completely regained her sanity.
"Ruoci, it's all mother's fault. I shouldn't punish you. How about it? Does it still hurt?" Meng Ruo looked at her daughter distressedly, her eyes full of guilt.
Yan Ruoci shook her head and said, "Mom, it's my fault. It was my unauthorized contact with Ci Song that made you quarrel with your father. I should be punished."
Yan Ruoci took all the blame on herself. From the time she could remember until now, she had never seen her mother be so glum, nor had she ever seen her parents quarreling like red in the face.
But today, her parents were so violent because of her unauthorized contact with Ci Song, which made her feel very guilty.
"Ruo Ci, you are a talented person. Mother hopes that you can reduce your contact with Ci Song in the future. He is not a good person. No matter how talented he is, he cannot change his bad nature." Meng Ruo took a deep breath, After calming down for a while, he spoke.
"Yeah." Yan Ruoci nodded and said obediently.
Poor parents in the world, Yan Ruoci understood that her mother was worried that she would be deceived, and the same was true for her anger this time.
"Okay, it's getting late, you should rest early." Just when Meng Ruo was about to leave, Ning Ping'an walked into the room.
After seeing the elder, Meng Ruo bowed to him and apologized, "Mr. Ning, I offended you so much just now. It's Meng Ruo who feels guilty. Those words are all nonsense. Please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter, I came here because I wanted to read the poem written by Ci Song that made him break through to Tongsheng."
Ning Ping'an did not make things difficult for Meng Ruo and directly stated his purpose.
"Put the poems on the desk." Yan Ruoci pointed to the desk next to the window and said.
Ning Ping'an walked to the desk, looked at the poem written by Song Dynasty on the rice paper, and slowly read it, but what he read directly was the second sentence, "I urge you to drink another glass of wine, and leave Yangguan in the west for no reason." people."
"How on earth has this boy experienced so much? He can write lotus poems and farewell poems, and he writes them as soon as he opens his mouth and pen. Has his talent surpassed that of his father?"
Ning Ping'an sighed in her heart, "Think about it. His mother was also a woman who was as talented as his father back then. It's only right that their offspring will be more talented."
"Is this poem also written by Ci Song?" Meng Ruo asked from the side. From Ning Ping'an's reaction, she had already guessed the answer.
"Yes." Ning Pingan nodded and said, "This poem was indeed written by Ci Song."
"As expected of Ci Qi Bai's son, his talent in this poem alone is no less than that of a Jinshi or even a Hanlin scholar." Meng Ruo sighed and said, "If he is a good person like his father, I can Accept him and Ruo Ci being together. It's a pity that he has done too many bad things."
"Madam, there are some things that you still need to think about carefully. If you want to truly understand a person, you cannot simply learn from other people's words. You must combine the person and the environment in which he grew up." Ning Ping'an looked at Meng Ruo and asked.
"Mr. Taught." Meng Ruo did not argue with Ning Ping'an, but slowly walked to the door, "Mr. Ning, if you have a granddaughter like Ruo Ci, are you willing to marry her to a wicked person?"
"Of course I don't want to, but if that evil person has something to hide, that's a different matter."
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