Way of Choices

There was silence in the small courtyard.

Chen Changsheng has seen Zhou Tong before, and more than once.

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

See the real Zhoutong.

He looked at Zhou Tong's pale cheeks, lips as thin as a knife, and **** red mantle robes, and felt an unimaginable horror. The **** smell smelled more and more as if it were real.

His eyes finally fell on Zhou Tong's hands.

Those hands are very slender, the nails are very clean, and there is no dirt or blood.

But he knew how many of the Chen family and officials loyal to the family had been killed by these hands, and he did not know how many people had dug out their eyes and hearts.

Chen Changsheng felt that his heart was getting faster and faster, and then suddenly had a thought, Zhou Tong's hands are very suitable for holding a sword.

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

Swords are used to kill people. They speak like swords, but they break the opponent's momentum.

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

Tens of thousands of miles back to the south, the things Su Li had taught him have remained in his body and kept playing a role.

Tang Thirty-six and Xuanyuan Po woke up and appeared alert.

Zhou Tong smiled and said nothing.

The remaining flowers on the Begonia trees have fallen, and several petals have fallen on Chen Changsheng's shoulders.

The ghastly pressure in the courtyard disappeared without a trace, and the strong **** smell did not know where to go, leaving only a faint floral fragrance.

No one speaks.

After a moment, Zhou Tong looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "It is rude not to see the court official."

Quietly, while Chen Changsheng was still thinking about how to deal with it, Tang Sanliu, who had been silent, suddenly said, "What is your identity and what status?"

When asking this sentence, he stared at Zhou Tong's eyes like he was staring at a dangerous viper.

Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not expect that the Tang's young master had the guts to question himself, and...so rude.

Waiting for his answer, Tang Sanshi continued to say: "Chen Changsheng is the dean of the National College of Education. In the theory of identity, in the national religion, he is only under the Pope's adults, and you are only the master of the Qing Dynasty government office. Even if the Queen Mother, Garn Shid, has won the rank of Duke of the Third Class, how can you compare with my dean? If you want to see the ceremony, it should be the adult first."

Zhou Tong looked at Tang Thirty-six and said with a smile: "It is your father, and he dare not talk to me like this."

Tang Thirty-six said: "So grandpa said, my father is not as good as me."

Zhou Tong said: "So, should I be the first to see it?"

There were no emotional changes on Tang Sanshi's face, not frivolous, not proud, uncomfortable, but calmly focused to the extreme, and said: "Of course."

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

Tang Thirty-six said: "Xuanyuan and I are students and accompany them."

Zhou Tong said, "Who will follow?"

Tang Thirty-six said: "Go with the dean."

"I am the dean." Chen Changsheng finally caught up with the rhythm of the two and introduced himself formally: "I am the dean of the National College of Education, Chen Changsheng."

Zhou Tong was silent for a long time, and then gently tidied his official gown.

The red official gown is particularly striking among the remaining flowers of Begonia.

Then he shook his hand, asking for the gift.

"I wonder if President Chen is here today, what's your job?"

"The folded man is a student of the National College of Education."

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I'll pick him up."

The small courtyard is quiet and quiet, and the Qing Dynasty government office is already heavily guarded, and countless people have come outside the Beibing carriage lane.

The whole Kyoto is in a certain tension.

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

But probably no one can think of it, Chen Changsheng will make his request so calmly and naturally.

Because he has determined his identity, he is the dean of the National College of Education, Zuoxiu is a student of the National College of Education, and the dean cares about his students. This is a matter of course.

Just right, even Zhou Tong sighed, thinking how much did Su Li teach the boy?

Then he said with a smile: "I asked the court to fold my husband in jail. If I wanted to let go, Dean Chen needed the will of the Queen Mother, or the Dali Temple and the Criminal Department's trial document."

Since the appearance of the Qing Dynasty officials, the Dali Temple and the Penal Department have become ornaments or vassals of the Qing Dynasty officials.

As long as Zhou Tong did not nod, no case could be concluded between Dali Temple and the Criminal Department.

"I have read the Tibetan Dao through childhood." Chen Changsheng said suddenly.

Tang Sanxie and Xuan Yuanbao gave him a glance, thinking why he should say this at this time?

Zhou Tong knew he had something to say and waited quietly.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and continued, "I have confirmed that the adult is the Zhou Yuan case that he directly took over from the palace. The Criminal Department and Dali Temple have not filed a case at all."

Zhou Tong said, "So what?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I read Dao Zang through, and I'm also very fond of Da Zhou's law. I'm pretty sure that there is no law that supports adults to continue to keep the cuffs folded."

Zhou Tong looked at him and smiled.

Chen Changsheng said: "Please let the adults release."

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

"Our future Pope adults are so impatient, which makes people have to worry about the future of the State Church."

I don't know if it is because of Zhou Tong's movements or because of this sentence, Tang 36's brow frowned.

"I promised Master Bishop to wait 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 calmly and said, "I think you have forgotten one thing. The accusation of folding the sleeve is collusion with the Demon Race. As long as there is this accusation, how long I want to shut him down, as long as I can. "

"Adult seems to have forgotten one thing. The three people accused of colluding with the demon in Zhou Yuan are folded sleeves, seven rooms...and me."

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

The small courtyard became extremely quiet, even deadly.

I can only hear the sound of flowers falling and breathing.

This is the multiple-choice question he left for Zhou Tong-put the folded sleeves, or, catch him together.

Zhou Tong's eyes narrowed slowly, gradually becoming willow leaves, and it seemed that he was the best willow knife.

His voice wafted out of his thin lips, too, and he was more chilled.

"You... this is threatening the officer?"

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(Going around for a day, just sitting down at this time, almost starving into a ghost in Zhou prison.)

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