Way of Choices

Rob listened quietly for a while, this kind of tyrannical bullying story is common in all families.

The dog barked at the owner, his voice getting louder and louder, or it was because it was crazy, more likely because it wanted to trust the new owner.

In order to prove their loyalty to the new owner, these dogs absolutely do not mind barking at the original owner, or even biting hard.

He ignored the stewed stench at the corner door, and fell in the gorgeous courtyard to the window of the main house.

Even if it is late at night, the lights are still on in the room, or because the owner of the house has been sleeping too long, and it takes a long time to sleep, so I don’t want to sleep.

The shellfish oil produced in Zhuozhou does not have any smoke, does not scent the eyes, and the light is also very beautiful. It falls on the face of the middle-aged man and is painted with gold.

The middle-aged man is very thin, his eyes are deep, and this face is golden. It looks like it is not a living person, but like a kind of sacrifice.

Rob stood outside the window and quietly looked at the middle-aged man on the bed, tapping the fingers of the hilt silently, faster and faster, until he was about to see clearly.

If the disciples of Nanxizhai see this scene, they may be able to think about the movement of the saint's daughter during the deduction with the chart of life.

Yes, he is also deducing, but instead of using the astrolabe but the sword.

In the end, he didn't find anything strange in this courtyard, he couldn't figure out any problems, it really didn't seem to be poisoned.

If it is really a disease, neither the teacher nor the sister can be cured, and of course they can't be cured.

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

Looking at the manor on the other side of the river, he thought in silence, since there is a long house on this side, then there is a second room opposite?

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On the first day of His Majesty the Pope to Wenshui, he made a bottle of vermilion.

The next day, Bai Shi Taoist, the state-religious giant who had been attending here, disappeared. His Majesty the Pope received the second Tang family and encountered an assassination at night.

On the third day, he took a lot of people out of the temple. The shrine went up along the Wenshui River and watched out of the manor from the restless eyes of countless people.

This manor is owned by Tang's parents' room. It has been half a year since the uncle Tang's uncle moved back from his old house.

Half a year ago, it was also the day when Tang Thirty-six was imprisoned in the ancestral hall. I don't know if there is a connection between these two things.

If it was a few days ago, the gate of the manor must be closed. Those servants scattered around and chatted about the gossip of the host, but today is different. When the priest under His Majesty is still a few miles away, the manor After receiving the news, after the initial panic, everything returned to calm.

The middle door has long been opened, the stewards and the servants kneel on both sides, extremely respectful, silent, and family rules are everywhere.

But Chen Changsheng still felt something was wrong.

Not because someone under the willow tree on the other side of the river was looking at it, but the smell in the air was a little wrong.

Nanke followed him, sniffed like a puppy, and said, "It's gray."

The manager who had just hurriedly rushed from the Tang's old house, and had no time to say anything in the future, heard this and couldn't help changing his expression.

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

The reason for the clean-up was of course to welcome him, but it can also be inferred that the clean-up on weekdays was done without care.

Chen Changsheng said nothing, and walked towards the manor.

Entering that magnificent courtyard, he saw a woman with simple clothes but still noble. From her brows, she could see that she should be the mother of Tang Sanshi.

Looking at the crowd entering the courtyard, especially the youngest man in the middle, the woman's voice trembled and said, "Letter Su Lin, seeing His Majesty the Pope."

After saying this, she fell down to Chen Changsheng.

Where will Chen Changsheng be worshipped, said: "Mrs. Tang is exempt."

Mrs. Tang would not naturally get up and still kneel down.

Fortunately, Chen Changsheng expected that this might be the case, and arrangements had already been made.

The breeze in the court room suddenly turned up, and everyone saw nothing, only to see the little girl next to His Majesty the Pope appeared beside Mrs. Tang.

Nanke held Mrs. Tang's hand, and Mrs. Tang could no longer kneel.

Looking at this scene, the Tang family's old house manager's expression remained the same, but some uneasiness appeared in his heart.

Many people know that yesterday, the second prince of the Tang family visited the Taoist Temple, and His Majesty the Pope bowed his knees.

His Majesty the Pope’s attitude towards the Long Room and the Second Room is different. Anyone can think of it, but what is the reason for being so straightforward?

Instead of accepting Mrs. Tang's salute, Chen Changsheng greeted a few words as a junior.

Up to this point, the talents of Tang Fu knew that the original rumors were true, as were the letters sent back by the State College of Education.

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

"I want to see my uncle." Chen Changsheng said.

Mrs. Tang has no reason to be unwilling, so she is ready to lead the way.

Suddenly a cough sounded.

The Tang family's old house manager coughed twice, first glanced at Mrs. Tang, then looked at Chen Changsheng, and said with humility: "The uncle is very sick and His Majesty's Eucharist matters. If there is anything wrong, it is really the sin of my Tang family. , Please His Majesty..."

The words didn't finish, the meaning was very clear, the Tangs didn't want Chen Changsheng to see Uncle Changfang.

Chen Changsheng had seen this old mansion manager before, and the yellow paper umbrella that many years ago was put into his hands.

Today's reunion, the managerial attitude is still respectful, better than that of the past, but there is a hint of precaution inside.

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

The old man in charge of the house felt a sudden increase in pressure, but he still said voluntarily: "Teachers of the 13th Division of Qing Yao have come to see it, that is... The lady of Saint Maiden has also visited it in person, there is no way, Your Majesty. Why bother hurting your heart?"

Mrs. Tang glanced at the affair, but made no refutation, but her sleeves trembled slightly.

Suddenly, Chen Changsheng asked, "Don Zun visited it?"

The old house manager thought that he had heard it wrong, he didn't know how to speak, and he wondered what kind of identity Dao Zun, how could he leave Kyoto to Wenshui in order to heal the uncle?

Chen Changsheng asked again: "Have the emperor come down?"

The old house is even more confused, thinking how the emperor can manage everything.

"Only their medicine is better than me in the world. Since none of them come, 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 took dozens of priests to stay and stopped the Tang family.

The old house manager tried to follow up on his own identity, but failed.

The King of Linghai stared at him with a staring face, and said, "Do you like coughing? Continue."

The status of the old house manager in Wenshui City is extremely high, but what about the national education giant?

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

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