When Ci Song just left the thatched cottage, he heard a melodious sound. The sound was a bit strange. It was a bit clear and sharp in the distance, like the sound of birds and the sound of flute.
It seems as if a melodious mountain spring pours down from a high place, and it seems as if flowers are blooming for the first time, invading the soul of Ci Song. Ci Song followed the sound, and then discovered that the music was coming from outside the bamboo forest. Driven by curiosity, he came to the place where the sound came from, and saw a woman sitting on a slanting branch. .
The woman was wearing a bright red Confucian robe with fluttering skirts, as if she would ride the wind back at any time. Her long, black hair was flying behind her head. She raised her right hand lightly and put it in front of her mouth. Her eyes were like bright stars. , looking at Ci Song with a smile.
The instrument in her hand turned out to be just a leaf. Ci Song was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the person playing the music was Mo Yao, and he couldn't help being slightly stunned. At this moment, Mo Yao was like a blooming rose, full of indescribable charm.
The music played by Mo Yao was plain and ordinary at first, but with the gentle blow from the corner of her mouth, it seemed to have come to life. The lyrics of Song Dynasty were spellbinding, as if they were in a picture of beautiful mountains and clear waters, with mountains and flowing water, birds singing and flowers fragrant, everything in the world The beauty seems to be condensed in this wisp of music.
After the song ended, Mo Yao looked at Ci Song, only to find that he just looked at her quietly without any reaction.
"Brother Ci Song, does it sound good?" Mo Yao asked in a low voice on the branch.
"Beautiful, very beautiful, as the saying goes: listen to the sound of birds in spring, the sound of cicadas in summer, the sound of insects in autumn, the sound of snow in winter, the sound of chess during the day, and the sound of flute under the moon. Today I can hear a song by Miss Mo, Confucius This trip to the Holy Academy is a worthwhile trip."
Ci Song admired it sincerely. Although he didn't know what kind of music Mo Yao played, it was really good.
Ci Song originally thought that Mo Yao would be very happy after hearing his praise, but that was not the case. Mo Yao curled his lips while standing on the branch and jumped down.
When Mo Yao fell back to the ground, she walked quickly to Ci Song, looked him up and down, and then said, "Brother Ci Song, have you already met Yan Ruoci?"
"Of course I've seen it before..."
Before Ci Song finished speaking, Mo Yao hugged Ci Song directly. Perhaps it was due to the early development of women, but Mo Yao was now taller than Ci Song.
She held Ci Song in her arms, leaned her head gently on Ci Song's shoulder, and whispered: "Brother Ci Song, your engagement with her has been terminated, right?"
"I..." Ci Song had never been so close to another woman, and for a moment he didn't know what to do or what to say.
"I don't care, you have already made an engagement with me. Even if she comes earlier than me, that won't work. Even if she wants to enter our Ci family in the future, she can only do so as a child."
Mo Yao's tone was very firm, as if she were the mistress of the Ci family. She hugged Ci Song tightly, as if Ci Song would leave her if she let go. She gently rested her chin on Ci Song's shoulder. .
"Don't call me Miss Mo, call me Yao'er, just like when we first met." Mo Yao whispered.
"Yao... Yao'er." Ci Song really didn't have any memories of the past, and he didn't know what to do.
"Brother Ci Song, you are so kind." Mo Yao nuzzled Ci Song, then raised her head to look at Ci Song's side face, reached out to hold his face, held his chin, and blew on him gently. tone.
It has to be said that Mo Yao's series of actions are extremely tempting to a young man who has never had any in-depth interactions with the opposite sex.
"Holy crap, am I a dandy or is she a dandy? Why do I feel like something is wrong?"
Ci Song instinctively took two steps back, just because he couldn't accept Mo Yao's behavior at this time.
"Yao'er, you'd better introduce me to Kong Sheng Academy. After all, it's not easy for me to come here." Ci Song suggested.
"Okay." Mo Yao agreed directly without any entanglement.
In this way, Mo Yao started to walk around Kong Sheng Academy with Ci Song. Along the way, there were many students wearing linen Confucian robes. Most of them were in a hurry and kept holding their books. When they saw Mo Yao, they all saluted. .
At the same time, Mo Yao also introduced to Ci Song about the student situation of Confucius Saint Academy: "Brother Ci Song, our Confucius Saint Academy is composed of 72 direct disciples and 3,000 lay disciples. Most of them are foreign students. Disciples are only allowed to travel in the outer courtyard of the school, and only direct disciples can enter the inner courtyard."
"Inner courtyard? Is the poem monument in the inner courtyard?" Ci Song asked curiously.
"Yes." Mo Yao nodded.
Mo Yao took Ci Song to re-understand the layout of Kong Sheng Academy. Compared with Yan Sheng Academy, the layout of Kong Sheng Academy was simpler.
Yan Sheng Academy is somewhat like an intricate and prosperous town, while Kong Sheng Academy is more like a large-scale temple.
The buildings in the outer courtyard of the school are mainly made of stone, with gray walls and black tiles. Everywhere exudes a solemn and solemn feeling. Most of the buildings in the inner courtyard of the school are made of white jade, and there are also many lush bamboo forests planted there. , full of vitality, giving the whole school a touch of elegance.
There are also special incense burners in the four corners of the school, with wisps of smoke rising all the time, making the whole school smell of light books.
After walking through a bamboo forest, Mo Yao and Ci Song came to a main hall. There was a plaque hanging at the door of the main hall with three characters written on it - The Holy Temple.
"Brother Ci Song, the Holy Temple is the place where Confucius made a breakthrough when he became a saint. Students who come to Confucius Academy usually come to worship and pray for blessings. Do you want to worship too?" Mo Yao Asked in a low voice.
"Then you must pay homage." Ci Song nodded and said seriously. He still remembered that when he took the college entrance examination, the gel pens he bought were all engraved with the logo of "Praying for Confucius Temple". He must come here today. I want to take advantage of this blessing.
After the two entered the temple, they found that the hall was unusually empty. Only in the center of the hall was a three-foot-square stone platform. The statue on the stone platform that Song Ci had seen was none other than Saint Kong.
"Brother Ci Song, be pious."
When Mo Yao saw that Ci Song was just bowing aside, she immediately reminded him. At the same time, she clasped her hands together, placed them on her heart, and bowed deeply to the statue of Kong Sheng.
Seeing that Mo Yao was so pious, Ci Song naturally did not dare to neglect him. After bowing to the statue of Kong Sheng, he went directly to the incense burner.
Just because Ci Song came here for the first time, he thought that this place would be like other temples, with someone to guide him on how to burn incense, but obviously no one here took the initiative, so he had no choice but to turn to Mo Yao for help. .
Seeing Ci Song being so dull, Mo Yao immediately laughed, then picked up the incense beside him, walked to Ci Song's side, and demonstrated the process of applying incense.
When Ci Song took the incense from Mo Yao's hand and was about to step forward, a mocking voice came from behind him.
"When did the wood in the Kuchiki Academy become so enlightened? That it actually came to the temple to worship?"
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