Fighter of the Destiny

Shang Xingzhou said nothing, stood up and walked outside the house.

King Chen Liu was slightly startled and quickly followed.

Shang Xingzhou walked from the stone steps on the side of the house to the roof. It looked like it should be a star observatory.

The slightly cold night breeze ruffled his sleeves.

Only then did King Chenliu notice that this Taoist temple did not have a cold and heat formation.

Shang Xingzhou looked up at the starry sky with his hands behind his back. His green Taoist sleeves swayed backwards in the wind. He looked like a clown on the stage. It seemed that the next moment, he would squat down slightly and then rush forward, or Jump into the starry sky, and finally fall down ridiculously.

King Chen Liu looked at his back and subconsciously compared him with the Holy Queen on the Gan terrace.

“If you want to bring about people’s destruction, you must first make them crazy.”

Shang Xingzhou's voice was very light, like the wind, without any flavor or focus, and it was impossible to perceive his true emotions.

King Chen Liu didn't know where his words were pointing. Was it Xu Yourong or His Majesty the Emperor who was crazy? Who will perish?

Shang Xingzhou's eyes gradually deepened in the sea of ​​stars, and he did not speak again.

King Chen Liu said goodbye and couldn't help but look back at the rooftops after walking out of Changchun Temple.

He was still not sure whether tonight's trip to Luoyang was the right thing to do.

This morning Xu Yourong made an appointment with him to meet him at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Education. What he said seemed very deliberate.

She made him feel deliberate, which was actually a deliberate act.

But if he didn't have this idea in the first place, how could he be so deliberately moved?

Over the years, his ambition has been well hidden, and no one knows about it, not even acquaintances like his father and Mo Yu. Even the Holy Queen Tianhai had only doubts at first and was not sure. Of course, this might be because she didn't care at all.

But he couldn't hide it from Xu Yourong.

When he was in the palace, he felt that the little girl looked at him in a strange way, always with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.

She didn't expose herself at first, so why is she saying this now? Giving yourself this opportunity so deliberately?

King Chen Liu couldn't miss this opportunity. He also knew that if his reaction was slightly inappropriate, Shang Xingzhou would regard it as a provocation, so he acted very calmly and honestly. Now it seems that such a response is feasible, at least Shang Xingzhou had no reaction.

So what should you do next?

King Chenliu hurried back to Kyoto overnight. When he arrived in front of the palace on Taiping Road, the morning light had already faded, winter was over, and the warmth was gradually coming.

It seems that winter is really coming to an end and it is time for all things to be renewed.

King Chen Liu walked into the palace with some emotion.

"You should know very well that the Saint wants to use us to force His Majesty the Emperor to side with the Pope."

The Prime Minister stared into his eyes and said, "In that case, why do you still go to Luoyang?"

"Yourong has always been fair in everything he does. Even his strategies are extremely upright."

King Chen Liu has become calmer now, and his expression does not change even when facing his father's extremely cold eyes.

"Wildfires are scary, but without this fire, we wouldn't even have a chance to make ends meet."

King Xiang's eyes suddenly became violent, with a faint fire shining inside, and his voice became colder: "But have you ever thought that only chaos can win? Is she capable of making Dao Zun's mood chaotic? "

King Chen Liu said: "I understand Yourong, even if Dao Zun wins in the end, it will definitely be a tragic victory."

The Prime Minister was silent for a while and said, "Then when do you think it will start?"

King Chen Liu said: "The moment she asked me to meet at the National Education College, this chess game started. When she entered the palace last night, she was killing the chess."

The Prime Minister raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Killing chess?"

King Chen Liu said: "Yes, this move is a chess move for the world, and the world must respond."

The Prime Minister said with emotion: "It turns out that the storm has arrived."

"After the storm, you can see the rainbow."

King Chenliu said: "My queen taught me when I was a child that rainbows come from the sun, and we are the descendants of the sun."

The Prime Minister understood what he meant, looked into his eyes and said, "Your Majesty's bloodline is equally pure."

King Chen Liu said: "But he is just a cripple after all."

The wildfire in Xiang Wang's eyes gradually extinguished, but the ambition that had been hidden for many years like his son gradually emerged.

He said: "Will His Majesty the Pope agree to it then?"

King Chenliu said: "If Yourong loses, His Majesty the Pope will naturally not be alive."

"last question."

The Prime Minister asked: "You never said what would happen if the Saint wins."

King Chen Liu smiled and said: "Aside from the death of the whole family, what other price can there be to deserve this world-wide chess competition?"

The Prime Minister was silent for a long time, and then he also laughed - with a bit of self-deprecating laughter, the ambition in his eyes gradually dissipated, his expression became gentler, and his round face was as pleasing as that of an old farmer or a rich man. amiable.

He held his fat belly with both hands and said with emotion: "It seems that your marriage to Pingguo must be arranged as soon as possible."

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The palace was very quiet in the early morning.

The sound of the withered tip of the bamboo broom rubbing against the hard bluestone floor kept coming from a distance.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and looked at the complicated and difficult-to-understand patterns on the roof of the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

He woke up before five o'clock, which was a very rare thing, and it was even more rare that he didn't get up immediately after waking up.

Staying in bed is the most beautiful enjoyment in the world for many ordinary young people, but for him, it is undoubtedly an extremely irresponsible waste of time and will make him feel extremely guilty.

He didn't get up at this time because it was his first day living in the palace.

He was still a little unfamiliar with the surrounding environment, a little uncomfortable with it, and even vaguely afraid. He didn't know where to wash up after getting up, what kind of service he would receive, or even where the clothes he took off last night were put away.

He didn't know what Xu Yourong said to his senior brother when he entered the palace last night.

When the quiet outer hall, which occupied most of the sky at the corner of the eaves, was illuminated by the winter light, he finally got up.

The first person he saw was Anwar.

The tens of millions of believers who used candles to petition last night were finally persuaded to leave late at night, but Anwar did not leave.

She had been waiting in the hall for half the night, and her eyes looked a little red. She didn't know whether it was from fatigue or from crying.

"About your aunt, this seems to be the only way to deal with it."

Chen Changsheng took the Taoist robe from her hand, looked into her reddish eyes, and said apologetically: "I hope you don't blame me."

Anwar said repeatedly: "How dare you blame His Majesty?"

Chen Changsheng heard that she was not lying and asked in confusion: "Then why are you sad?"

Anwar lowered his head and asked: "Your Majesty, are you really ready to leave?"

In many dynasties before the Great Zhou Dynasty, Taoism was also the state religion, and there have been many popes in history.

The Pope does not have a term of office. Until the moment he returns to the sea of ​​​​stars, he will be the holder of theocratic power of the entire state religion.

However, among the popes in history, there are indeed several who either did not want to be entangled in secular affairs in order to pursue the great path, or were discouraged by something, and finally ended their term early and chose to hide in the mountains, or I went to the other side of the sea of ​​​​stars.

Anhua studied in the Qingyao Thirteenth Division since he was a child, and later became a teacher, dedicating all his youth to the state religion. He knew certain classics in the Taoist canon by heart, so he naturally knew these deeds. The more she thought about what Chen Changsheng said in the Hall of Light last night, the more she felt that Chen Changsheng might choose that path. She became very nervous and uneasy. She no longer believed even Tang Sanliu’s words of comfort and persuasion. One night I cried several times.

Chen Changsheng looked at the sky above the hall separated by the eaves.

He once again thought of the well-head-like darkness beyond the sea of ​​​​stars that he had sensed that night.

He will bear his share of responsibilities.

But after doing these things, if there is a place further away, of course you should go and see it.