"I know, but no matter how talented he is, so what? Didn't the person from the First Master's Hall say that if we can't get the Wen Yun Orb from Ci Qibai in ten years, then he will do it himself. In ten years, even if No matter how powerful the Song Dynasty is, what state can he reach in ten years? Jinshi, Hanlin? Or literary giant? If he doesn't become a semi-saint, he will be just a mortal."
Zhong Bo's tone was very calm, but in the ears of the gray-robed man, it was a bit heartbreaking. He also knew in his heart that the one in the First Master's Hall was indeed terrifying. After all, he was one of the two Asians known by Confucianism to be living in the world. Among the saints, apart from Master Xue Fufeng, only the one from the First Master's Hall had broken through to the sub-sage realm before the Great Dao changed.
"It's difficult to get the Wen Yun Orb now, but it doesn't mean that we won't be able to get it in the future. If we can control Ci Song in our hands, even if the person from the Xianshi Palace comes in person, we can still negotiate chips."
Zhong Bo seemed unwilling to continue this topic. He glanced at the man in gray robe lightly and said, "Tell me about your plan. I'm very curious about how you plan to let my son and Mo Yao make an engagement."
"Just like how we dealt with Ci Qi Bai back then, let him do some crazy things for a woman. Let's just follow the original plan and let him be at odds with the Fifth Academy first."
. . . . . .
Early the next morning, Ci Song woke up from his bedroom. When he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Yao
She was sitting next to his bed, holding her chin with one hand, looking at him with a big smile on her face.
"Yao'er, why are you up so early?" Ci Song rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up.
"I get up very early on weekdays. Brother Ci Song, father is already waiting for you in the study. Please wash up quickly."
While talking, Mo Yao also started her movements. She directly pulled Ci Song from the bed and brought him to the mirror. Then she opened Ci Song's wardrobe and picked out a light blue gown. We should put it on for Ci Song.
"Father? Uncle Mo is here?" Ci Song asked curiously.
"No, isn't your father my father?"
With that said, Mo Yao picked up the gown and compared it with Ci Song's figure.
"Yao'er, did you change your words too quickly?" Ci Song turned to look at Mo Yao and said.
Hearing this, Mo Yao said disapprovingly: "What's so quick about it? Yesterday, in front of my master, Dean Yan, I called my father, and my father recognized me."
Then she came to Ci Song and wanted to dress Ci Song.
"I can just do it myself."
"Anyway, I'm fine. Besides, dressing my husband is what I should do."
Mo Yao's voice was very sweet. As she spoke, she adjusted Ci Song's gown, her eyes filled with happiness.
It's just that Mo Yao's technique is very unfamiliar, and the clothes are indeed relatively cumbersome. Mo Yao struggled for a while before finally putting on Ci Song's gown. Then she tied Ci Song's belt and finished it. After fixing his collar, he stepped aside and quietly admired his masterpiece.
"Yao'er, you are truly my good wife."
Ci Song turned around and said with a smile, then picked up the wooden comb on the table and combed his hair.
"That's right, don't even look at who I am!" Mo Yao said proudly.
After briefly washing up, Ci Song said, "Okay, it's time for us to go see our father."
"I'll go with you."
Mo Yao didn't hesitate and came directly to Ci Song's side and grabbed the other person's hand. Ci Song did not refuse, he gently held Mo Yao's hand, and they walked out of the bedroom together.
Arriving outside the study, Ci Song let go of Mo Yao's hand. He straightened his clothes and then knocked lightly on the door.
"Father, I'm here."
"The door is unlocked."
The sound of Ci Qibai's voice came from the room. Ci Song opened the door and walked into the study with Mo Yao.
Looking at Ci Qibai sitting behind the desk, Ci Song bowed his hands and saluted, "Father."
"Um."
Ci Qibai nodded, put down the book in his hand, looked at the two of them, and said, "I heard Zhuang Ya say yesterday that in this battle between heaven and man, he calculated the four evil hexagrams. My son, are you afraid?"
"Children are not afraid." Ci Song shook his head.
Mo Yao on the other side looked at Ci Song with a puzzled and surprised expression, and murmured in her heart: "What are the four evil hexagrams? Is there someone else who wants to harm Brother Ci Song?"
"I'm very happy that you have this courage, but just having courage is not enough. From today on, I will ask your uncles to strictly demand you according to my training standards back then. This process will be very tiring. You Can you hold on?"
"Yes." Ci Song said firmly without the slightest hesitation. Now that someone has begun to target him, he must make himself strong enough so that those around him can no longer be assassinated by others.
"Okay, since you are determined, then after dinner, you can go to the martial arts field to train." Ci Qibai said with satisfaction.
Then Ci Qibai looked at Mo Yao aside and said slowly: "Yao'er, Lu Yong has already told me everything that happened between you and Song'er in Taiwei's Mansion yesterday."
"Father, I..."
Mo Yao wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ci Qibai raising his hand, "Yao'er, since you have chosen to be my Ci Qibai's daughter-in-law, no one will take you away from Song'er unless you leave voluntarily. Walk."
When Mo Yao heard this, the worry on his face disappeared, "Thank you, father."
"Father, I also want to say that since Yao'er is my future wife, I will definitely not let her be harmed in any way." Ci Song also expressed his position at the side.
"Let's go eat. After dinner, Yao'er, come to the study alone. I have something to give you."
After that, Ci Qibai picked up the book and ignored the two of them.
Ci Song and Mo Yao left the study together. On their way to the room, Mo Yao suddenly said, "I didn't expect that my father would be such a serious person."
"Isn't he always like this?" Ci Song asked curiously.
Mo Yao shook his head and said, "No, the father I met yesterday at Yan Sheng Academy, his behavior was completely different from today's."
"ah?"
Hearing Mo Yao say this, Ci Song was dumbfounded. In his memory, Ci Qi Bai had always been a peaceful, gentle, traditional father who was not angry or assertive. He could not understand how his own Father, how come he has such an image in Mo Yao's eyes.
"The father I met yesterday is more like a romantic, talented, and bohemian talent. Every gesture and gesture is full of grace."
After Mo Yao finished speaking, he stopped, looked at Ci Song, and said cautiously: "Isn't it possible that father's current behavior is just an act?"
"How can this be?"
Ci Song quickly shook his head and said: "Don't I know what kind of person my father is? He has always been like this, and there is no way he can deliberately pretend to be anything."
"Is he just pretending in front of his wife?"
Mo Yao muttered, but did not continue to dwell on it. . . . . .
