Way of Choices

In the bright temple, the archbishop is thinking about the dark killings-in order to solve the conflict caused by the young people of the National College of Education, in order to give this matter an acceptable ending for all parties, if the pope no longer protects Chen Changsheng, Zhou Tong can certainly die.

However, Zhou Tong was not an ordinary person after all, and when everyone thought that the courtyard with the remaining flowers of Begonia had fallen into a deadlock, he still refused to accept the ending arranged by others. He gave the world an unexpected ending.

The Pope withdrew his gaze to the sky, looked at the King of Linghai, and smiled slightly.

The voice of the King of Linghai suddenly shattered, like countless dark sea waters instantly breaking into white foam.

"What exactly does he want to do?"

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"Many years ago, my sister was raped by... a son of the royal family. Well, it is not a son of the world, nor a favored young son, it is a very ordinary son of a concubine. I even bet, The prince didn’t even know whether he had this son or not, because he was like a boar and had more than 40 sons and a bunch of daughters, but in short... the surname Chen."

Zhou Tong looked at Chen Changsheng with an indifferent look, but there was a trace of tyrannical memory in the deepest part: "How could the court care about such a trivial matter, and why did the Kyoto Prefecture and the Bingma Division dare to go to the Royal Mansion to catch people, so this one Things were gradually forgotten. In the end, I was the only one still remembering how heavy the rain was that day. How many wounds were bitten by the beast on my sister's body... Yes, it is hard to forget, If you were me, what would you do?"

Begonia flowers fell in the small courtyard, and the ground was like snow, but there was some blood in it.

The three of Chen Changsheng didn't know why he mentioned these old things, and they didn't know how to deal with them.

"Of course to kill people." Zhou Tong calmly said: "In order to kill the prince's son, um, I was thinking about killing the prince together, I prepared for a long time, prepared to use my own Life exchanged for a moment of pleasure, but just as I was about to rush into the palace, I was stopped by a person, who was the lady."

He looked in the direction of the palace, with unusually complex emotions in his eyes. After being silent for a long time, he continued to mutter, "The lady said to me that the sign of an immature person is that he is willing to vigorously for some reason. To die, the sign of a mature person is that he is willing to live humbly for some reason."

Zhou Tong withdrew his eyes, looked at Chen Changsheng, and said calmly and seriously: "Do you understand?"

Chen Changsheng thought about it very seriously, then shook his head and said: "Understood, but can't do it."

Zhou Tong laughed and said, "Who can do it? I don't agree with the mother-in-law's statement, so I still pulled out the knife and rushed into the palace, but fortunately, the mother-in-law moved me with only one finger and hit me Fainted."

Tang Thirty-six asked: "Later?"

Zhou Tong said: "I naturally understood it later, so I began to endure for a long time."

Tang Thirty-six thought of a **** case in Kyoto that shook the mainland. He was a bit suspicious, but he was not sure about it. He asked, "Finally?"

"In the end, of course, I killed the man, and the prince, of course...Ling Chi was executed. Of course, I killed all the people in the royal palace. Forty sons and daughters... can be born like a pig, and Where can I kill it fast? The lady is right, I have humbled and even humbled to live for so many years before I can finally achieve my goal."

Zhou Tong laughed like a child, very happy and naive, so it felt cruel.

Xuanyuan opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, feeling that the small courtyard was suddenly cold.

Tang Thirty-six confirmed that it was indeed the case of Qishan King's Mansion being stolen by the whole house, and was silent.

Chen Changsheng suddenly said: "I think that the one with the sharp knife that was going to rush into the palace was better than the one you later."

When he said this, he looked at Zhou Tong's eyes very seriously.

Zhou Tong said: "Even if it is immature, even stupid?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Some things, sometimes, or immature will be better."

Zhou Tong was quiet for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

He turned and walked towards the back of the courtyard, his big red mantle flicked on both sleeves and lifted a red and white petal.

The side door of the small courtyard creaked open, and several officials of the Qing Dynasty officials came out carrying a stretcher.

Folded sleeves lay on the stretcher, his face pale, his eyes closed.

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Detaining the folded sleeves in Zhou Prison for one day is so many days. No matter how much pressure is given to the Palace and Star Picking Academy, Zhou Tong turns a blind eye, because this is the will of the Queen Mother, and this is putting pressure on Lishan.

——As he said to Chen Changsheng, folding his sleeves in Zhou Prison means that Zhou Yuan’s case is not over. Lishan Jianzong, who has just got rid of the civil strife, must pay something for this matter. For Zhou, it is certainly a good thing.

Of course, he refused to release the folded sleeve, there are some deeper reasons, but that can not tell anyone. As of this moment, no one knows. In fact, he has already prepared to release the folded sleeve, but...

"Sir, why would you agree to let go?" the priest Xin asked in a puzzling room in the coldest room of the Qing Dynasty government office.

Priest Xin! No one can think of him. Archbishop Merisa most trusted him in the last few months. He would appear here at this time, and his relationship with Zhou Tong was obvious. He didn't know who he was.

"Why don't you let go? The pressure on Lishan should be enough. I wanted to see how the palace would react. As a result, a sage like His Majesty the Pope really is not what I can calculate, but at least I saw what he was like. People."

Zhou Tong closed his eyes and recalled the clean boy who had previously seen under the begonia tree.

Priest Xin thought that the definition of maturity and immaturity that the adults just said was extremely reasonable and extremely difficult to deal with. He thought that Chen Changsheng's answer touched your soul of the years, so you will only promise to let go ...

"Motivated?" Zhou Tong seemed to have the ability to detect people's hearts, opened his eyes, and said blankly: "This officer has never had a sister, who can be moved? Who's reply can touch me?"

Priest Xin shook his head and said, "I have been reading this book before my death."

During the speech, he took a classic from his arms and handed it over.

Zhou Tong reached out and took it, and found it to be a famous time scroll of his own country.

Looking at the book, he remembered the young man under the begonia tree and was silent for a long time.

He told the priest Xin the truth.

He always refused to fold his sleeves, that is, here, with the help of two begonia flowers, the murderous spirit in Zhou Yu, carefully and conscientiously, looked at Chen Changsheng from head to toe, from inside to outside.

For him, this is the most important thing. It is more important than folding sleeves, than the indifferent intentions of the two archbishops.

Because he wanted to see a period of time on Chen Changsheng.

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(Daqing was too windy, the plane couldn't land, I went out at 7 am, and I was still stuck at Changchun Airport at this time. What is the so-called why? I actually wrote an update. I love myself.)

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