Fighter of the Destiny

There was dead silence in the small courtyard.

Chen Changsheng had met Zhou Tong before, more than once.

But this was the first time he really saw Zhou Tong.

Meet the real Zhou Tong.

He looked at Zhou Tong's pale cheeks, lips as thin as a knife, and the bloody red official robe, and felt an unimaginable terrifying aura. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, as if it was real.

His eyes finally fell on Zhou Tong's hand.

The hands were very slender, and the nails were neatly repaired. There was no trace of dirt or blood on them.

But he knew that these hands had killed many members of the Chen family and officials loyal to the royal family, not to mention how many people's eyes and hearts they had dug out alive.

Chen Changsheng felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and then he suddenly had the idea that Zhou Tong's hands were very suitable for holding a sword.

So he replied: "Senior Su Li taught me the sword on the road."

The sword is used to kill, words are like a sword, breaking the opponent's power.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand this, but he responded naturally.

On the way back south for tens of thousands of miles, the things Su Li taught him remained in his body and continued to work.

Tang Sanliu and Xuanyuan Po woke up, looking wary.

Zhou Tong smiled and said nothing.

The remaining flowers on the crabapple tree fell one after another, and a few petals fell on Chen Changsheng's shoulders.

The gloomy coercion in the small courtyard suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the strong smell of blood disappeared without a trace, leaving only the faint fragrance of flowers.

No one spoke.

After a while, Zhou Tong looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "It would be rude not to be polite to me."

There was silence, and when Chen Changsheng was still thinking about how to respond, Tang Sanliu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "What is your identity and status?"

When asking this question, he stared into Zhou Tong's eyes like a dangerous snake.

Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, not expecting that this young master of the Tang family would have the courage to question him, and... be so rude.

Without waiting for his answer, Tang Thirty-Six continued: "Chen Changsheng is the dean of the National Religion Academy. In terms of status, he is only under the Pope in the National Religion. And you, my lord, are just the chief official of the Qing Li Si Yamen, a mere second-rank official. , even if the Holy Empress has given me the honor of being a third-class duke, how can she be compared with my dean? If you want to see me as a gift, of course you should go first."

Zhou Tong looked at Tang Sanliu with a half-smile but said, "Even your father would not dare to talk to me like this."

Tang Sanshiliu said: "So grandpa said that my father is not as good as me."

Zhou Tong said: "In this case, I should really be the first to see him?"

There was no emotional change on Tang Sanliu's face. He was not frivolous, not proud, or complacent. He was just calm and focused to the extreme, and said: "Of course."

Zhou Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "In that case, you should be the first."

Tang Sanshiliu said: "Xuanyuan and I are students and will accompany us."

Zhou Tong said: "Who should I follow?"

Tang Sanliu said: "Follow the dean."

"I am the dean." Chen Changsheng finally caught up with the two men and introduced himself formally: "I am Chen Changsheng, the dean of the Chinese Academy of Education."

Zhou Tong was silent for a long time, and then gently adjusted his official robe.

The red official robe is particularly eye-catching among the remaining begonia flowers.

Then, he clasped his hands as a courtesy and asked each other.

"I wonder why Dean Chen is here this time?"

"The counselor Zhexiu is a student of the National Education Academy."

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I'll take him back."

The small courtyard is quiet and quiet, the Qing officials and the Yamen are already heavily guarded, and countless people are already outside the Beibing Carriage Alley.

The whole of Kyoto is in a tense atmosphere.

Everyone knew why Chen Changsheng came to see Zhou Tong today.

But probably no one expected that Chen Changsheng would make his request so calmly and naturally.

Because he has confirmed his identity, he is the dean of the National Education College, and Zhe Xiu is a student of the National Education College. It is only natural that the dean cares about his students.

It was so right that even Zhou Tong sighed, wondering how much that monster Su Li had taught this young man?

Then he smiled and said: "In accordance with the request of the imperial court, I threw the counselor into prison. If he wants to release him, Dean Chen needs the decree of the Holy Empress or the judgment documents from Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment."

Since the emergence of the Qing Lisi Yamen, Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment have become decorations, or become vassals of the Qing Lisi.

As long as Zhou Tong doesn't nod, no case between Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment can be concluded.

"I have read Tibetan scriptures since I was a child." Chen Changsheng said suddenly.

Tang Sanliu and Xuanyuan Po glanced at him, thinking why would they say this now?

Zhou Tong knew that he still had something to say, so he waited quietly.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and continued: "I have confirmed that your Excellency took over the Zhou Yuan case directly from the Li Gong Office, and the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple did not register the case at all."

Zhou Tong said: "So what?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I have read through the Dao Zang and memorized the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I am very sure that there is no law that supports your continued imprisonment of the counselor Zhexiu."

Zhou Tong looked at him and smiled without saying a word.

Chen Changsheng said: "Please let me go, sir."

Zhou Tong took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped the corners of his lips. His movements were very elegant, but his words were very sarcastic.

"Our future Pope is so impatient that people have to worry about the future of the state religion."

Don't know if it was because of Zhou Tong's actions or these words, Tang Sanliu frowned.

"I promised the bishop to wait for two more days, but..." Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and continued: "He is dead, so I don't have to wait any longer."

Zhou Tong looked at him and said calmly: "I think you have forgotten one thing. Zhexiu's crime is colluding with the demons. As long as he has this crime, I can lock him up for as long as I want. "

"Your Excellency seems to have forgotten one thing. The three people accused of colluding with the demons in Zhou Garden are Zhe Xiu, Qi Jian...and me."

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said seriously: "If you really think that Zhexiu will collude with the demons, then the first thing you need to do now is to put me in prison. If not, then you should let me go." he."

The small courtyard became extremely quiet, even dead silent.

Only the sound of falling flowers and breathing could be heard.

This was the multiple-choice question he left for Zhou Tong - let Zhexiu go, or arrest him too.

Zhou Tong's eyes slowly narrowed, gradually turning into willow leaves, and seemed to be the thin willow leaves he was best at using.

His voice floated out from his thin lips, and it was the same, and it was even more chilling.

"You...are you threatening me?"

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(After a day of running around, I just sat down and I was almost starving like a ghost in the prison.)