Fighter of the Destiny

Rob listened quietly for a while. This kind of story about a slave bullying his master is very common in all families.

The dog barks at its owner, the sound becomes louder and louder, either because it is crazy, or more likely because it wants to join a new owner.

In order to prove their loyalty to their new owners, these dogs absolutely do not mind barking at their original owners and even biting them severely.

He ignored the stewards at the corner gate who smelled of alcohol, drifted into the gorgeous courtyard, and came to the window of the main room.

Even though it was late at night, the lights were still on in the room, or it might be because the owner of the room had been sleeping for too long and was about to fall asleep for a long time, so he didn't want to sleep.

The shellfish produced in Zhuozhou does not have any smoke, does not smoke the eyes, and the light is very beautiful, falling on the middle-aged man's face, painting it a golden color.

The middle-aged man is very thin, with sunken eye sockets, and his golden face makes him look like not a living person, but some kind of sacrifice.

Rob stood outside the window, quietly looking at the middle-aged man on the bed. The fingers holding the hilt of the sword tapped silently, faster and faster, until he could hardly see clearly.

If the disciples of Nanxi Zhai see this scene, they may be able to think of the saint's movements when using the horoscope to deduce.

Yes, he was also deducing, but he was using a sword instead of a horoscope.

In the end, he couldn't find anything strange in this courtyard, and he couldn't deduce any problems. It didn't seem to be poisoning.

If it was really a disease, even my junior sister couldn't cure it, and I certainly couldn't cure it myself.

Rob left the manor with some regrets and apologies and returned to the shore of Wenshui River.

Looking at the manor on the other side of the river, he thought silently, since the eldest house is here, then the second house is opposite?

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On his first day in Wenshui, His Majesty the Pope made a bottle of cinnabar pills.

The next day, Taoist Baishi, a giant of the state religion who accompanied him here, disappeared. His Majesty the Pope met with the second master of the Tang family and encountered an assassination at night.

On the third day, he led many people out of the Taoist temple. The sacred chariot went up the Wen River and arrived outside a manor under the uneasy eyes of countless people.

This manor belongs to the Tang family's family. It has been half a year since the seriously ill Tang family man moved back from his old mansion.

Half a year ago, it was also the day when Tang Sanliu was imprisoned in the ancestral hall. I wonder if there is any connection between the two events.

A few days ago, the door to the manor would have been closed, and the servants were scattered around chatting about the master's family. But it was different today. When His Majesty the Pope's chariot was still several miles away, the manor was closed. After receiving the news, everything returned to calm after the initial panic.

The middle door has long been opened, and the stewards and servants are kneeling on both sides, extremely respectful and silent. The rules of the family can be seen everywhere.

But Chen Changsheng still felt that something was wrong.

It's not because there's someone looking under the willow tree on the other side of the river, but there's something wrong with the smell in the air.

Nan Ke followed him, sniffed it like a puppy, and said, "There is ashes."

The steward, who had just rushed from the Tang family's old house, heard these words before he could say anything, and his expression changed slightly.

Chen Changsheng looked at the straight path made of white marble under his feet and the wet marks remaining on it, knowing that it had just been cleaned.

The reason why I just cleaned was of course to welcome his arrival, but it could also be inferred that the usual cleaning was not done carefully.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything and walked towards the manor.

Entering the gorgeous courtyard, he saw a woman in simple yet elegant clothing. From her facial features, he could tell that she was Tang Sanliu's mother.

Looking at the crowd entering the courtyard, especially the young man in the middle, the woman's voice trembled slightly and she said: "Lin Suyan, a believer, pays homage to His Majesty the Pope."

After saying this, she bowed down to Chen Changsheng.

How could Chen Changsheng accept this courtesy and said, "Mrs. Tang, no courtesy."

Naturally, Mrs. Tang would not stand up and still knelt down.

Fortunately, Chen Changsheng had anticipated that this might happen beforehand and had already made arrangements.

A breeze suddenly rose in the court, and no one saw anything clearly. They only saw the little girl next to His Majesty the Pope appearing next to Mrs. Tang.

Nan Ke held Mrs. Tang's hand, and naturally Mrs. Tang could no longer kneel down.

Looking at this scene, the expression of the manager of the Tang family's old house remained unchanged, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Many people know that yesterday the second master of the Tang family visited the Taoist Temple, and His Majesty the Pope accepted his kneeling.

Everyone can imagine that His Majesty the Pope has a different attitude towards the eldest wife and the second wife, but why is it so straightforward?

Chen Changsheng did not accept Mrs. Tang's salute, but instead greeted her a few times as a junior.

Only then did Mrs. Tang know that the things in the rumors were true, and that the letters sent back by the Chinese Academy of Education were also true.

His Majesty the Pope is really close to her son, almost like a brother.

"I want to visit my uncle," Chen Changsheng said.

Mrs. Tang had no reason to disobey, so she was ready to lead the way.

Suddenly there was a coughing sound.

The steward of the Tang family's old house coughed twice, glanced at Mrs. Tang first, then looked at Chen Changsheng, and said humbly: "My uncle is very ill, and His Majesty's holy body is important. If there is anything wrong, it is really the fault of our Tang family." , Your Majesty, please..."

Before he finished speaking, the meaning was very clear. The Tang family did not want Chen Changsheng to see the eldest son.

Chen Changsheng had met the steward of the old house before, and it was this steward who gave him the yellow paper umbrella many years ago.

When we met again today, the management's attitude was still respectful, even better than before, but there was a hint of precaution in it.

Chen Changsheng didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The manager of the old house suddenly felt the pressure increase sharply, but he still forced himself to say: "The teachers of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyao came to see it, and even... the man from Saintess' Peak also came to see it in person, but there was nothing he could do, Your Majesty Why bother?"

Mrs. Tang glanced at the steward and did not refute, but her sleeves trembled slightly.

Chen Changsheng suddenly asked: "Has Dao Zun come to see you?"

The manager of the old house thought that he had heard wrongly, and was stunned and didn't know what to say. He thought to himself, how could Dao Zun, with his status, leave Kyoto and come to Wenshui in order to treat the uncle?

Chen Changsheng asked again: "Has His Majesty the Emperor been here?"

The manager of the old house was even more confused, thinking that His Majesty the Emperor had so many things to do, why would he come here?

"They are the only people in the world who have better medical skills than me. Since they are not here, who is more qualified than me to say whether this disease can be cured or not?"

After saying this, Chen Changsheng followed Mrs. Tang to the inner house and ignored this person again.

The King of Linghai stayed with dozens of priests and blocked the Tang family from outside.

The manager of the old house relied on his status to follow up, but failed.

The King of Linghai stared at him expressionlessly and said, "You like to cough? Keep going."

The steward of the old house has a very high status in Wenshui City, but what can he do against the giant of the state religion?

Seeing Chen Changsheng's figure disappear in the corridor of the inner house, he was so anxious and angry that he actually started coughing.