Ci Song was slightly startled. He really didn't expect Mo Yao to apologize to him. Why couldn't he understand this little girl's brain circuit a little bit?
"I'm so angry. If I had known it, I would have worked harder. If I had made a breakthrough one day earlier, I would have seen Brother Ci and Song showing off his talents in front of the poetry monument!"
Ci Song watched with his own eyes as Mo Yao's face gradually became angry and she looked like she was extremely regretful. She even clenched her right hand into a small fist.
"It's okay, it's okay, isn't there a tea party in the Fifth Courtyard?" Ci Song replied.
"Yeah, brother Ci Song, I heard from Master that you wrote a poem with the title of "Lovesickness"."
Mo Yao suddenly stopped and looked at Ci Song expectantly, "Brother Ci Song, can you recite that poem to me?"
Ci Song was slightly startled. He really didn't expect this little girl to make such a move, but looking at her hopeful eyes, Ci Song couldn't bear to refuse and had to recite it again.
"Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches."
"I hope you will pick more, this is the most loved thing. Huh?"
As soon as Song finished reciting Ci, he felt a warmth on his left cheek, as if he had been touched by something.
By the time Ci Song reacted, Mo Yao had already let go of Ci Song's arm and ran out far away, "Brother Ci Song, the Master is inside. You go find him yourself. I, I'll wait for you outside first."
Ci Song looked at Mo Yao's leaving back and felt her warmth still lingering on his cheeks. He subconsciously touched the shallow lip marks on his face and stood there in a daze. This was the first time he had been touched. Heterosexual kiss between relatives.
He only felt that his heartbeat had accelerated a little, and his face began to become warm.
"This, this feels really good."
Ci Song smiled, shook his head slightly, stopped thinking about other things, and walked directly into the woods.
"Jingle Bell..."
The melodious bell rang, and Ci Song also walked into the woods. What came into view was a relatively simple thatched house.
Outside the thatched house is a fenced-in yard, which is full of various flowers and plants. It is the middle of summer, and the yard is colorful with all kinds of flowers vying for beauty, which is really beautiful.
In the small courtyard in front of the house, an old man with a white beard was sitting on a bluestone bench, holding a book in his hand and reading intently.
"Master." Ci Song stepped forward and saluted him.
"Young people, you must know how to exercise restraint. Although you are engaged, you must wait until your parents agree before making the next step."
The master did not read Ci Song, but looked at the book in his hand and murmured.
Of course Ci Song understood what the master was talking about, which was what happened in the woods just now. Ci Song didn't know how to answer for a while.
"If you were someone else, you would still be qualified to talk about Ci Song. When you and Ci Song were similar in age and were in Confucius and Sheng Academy, you would go out to 'travel' for a few days every month. As for what you can achieve during these few days of traveling, Only you know."
Ci Song looked up and saw his teacher Ning Ping'an walking out of the room holding a teapot and sitting on the bluestone bench next to his master.
"Ahem, Ning Pingan, you must provide evidence when you speak, otherwise it will be criticism." The master put down the book in his hand and gave Ning Pingan a wink.
"My senior brother is now in the Ci Family General's Mansion. My senior brother knows your affairs best. After all, you two had the best relationship during the year when we were studying at Confucius Academy."
Ning Ping'an said calmly.
"Okay, okay, let's end this matter. You are a person who doesn't suffer any disadvantages. Why do you mean that I am also a master now, so you can't leave some thin noodles for me?"
As the Master said, he threw the scroll in his hand directly to Ning Ping'an. Ning Ping'an didn't even look at it. He just blocked his hand on his left side and directly caught the scroll and placed it beside him.
"Let's get down to business, Ci Song, is there anything strange about your body?" Ning Ping'an asked Ci Song.
"Teacher, you are safe and sound." Ci Song replied.
Seeing this, Ning Ping'an released a trace of his talent and submerged it into Ci Song's body for inspection.
The master on the other side poured tea into Ning Ping'an and the cup in front of him, and then said: "My child, you have suffered a lot these years. Your teacher originally said that you might have been cursed by a saint, but I still don't believe it. , but after Qu Sheng personally confirmed it yesterday, I truly believed it."
Speaking of this, the Master sighed helplessly and said, "Well, it seems that those people back then still didn't want to let Qi Bai go."
"Master, who did my father offend?" Ci Song was very curious and asked immediately.
"The bloodline of Confucius, the bloodline of seventy-two sub-sages, military gods, Taoist ancestors, the last Mohist giant, and..."
The master named one enemy after another whose names sounded particularly awesome. Ci Song's scalp went numb when he heard it. Ci Song was so shocked that he didn't dare to move. His father seemed quite polite. Ah, how could it offend so many people?
The Master looked at Ci Song's surprised expression, smiled, and said, "I know you will feel that based on your understanding of your father, he is not a flamboyant person and should not provoke so many enemies."
"Ci Song, please remember that people will change. Even though your father is mature and steady now, he was once like you, young and frivolous, thinking that there was nothing impossible in the world, and he wanted to show off his talents to the world. , it’s just that some people and some things can make people grow and change.”
"My disciple, I don't need you to teach me." Ning Ping'an suddenly interrupted, "Ci Song, your body is fine. The blessing of the saint given by Qu Sheng and the curse of the saint hidden in your body form a perfect balance. , So, you are no longer affected by the curse of the saint, but the blessing of the saint in your body cannot protect you much."
"Oh." Ci Song nodded and responded. He naturally knew what Ning Ping'an had just said, which was that he could not benefit from the saint's blessing, but it offset the damage to his body caused by the saint's curse.
"The person who can cast this curse is too vicious. Fortunately, Qu Sheng came forward to help Ci Song. Otherwise, when the saint's curse really broke out, the consequences would be disastrous." Master sighed.
Hearing this, Ning Ping'an continued: "It's just that the power in this poem monument will no longer be able to summon Qu Sheng's shadow for assessment for a while. It will take time to recover. I owe you a favor."
"Then you should return him this time." The Master smiled, "You have been too low-key these years, so low-key that the new generations of people in power in the other three houses dared to provoke you. They even joined forces to Suggestion, saying that they want to abolish the word 'saint' in Yan Sheng Academy and change it to Yan Hui Academy. The reason is that the current Yan Sheng Academy is not worthy of the word 'sage'."
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