Way of Choices

Mrs. Tang looked at him quietly for a long time, like looking at a weird stone that could not see any good.

Qiu Shanjun smiled and said, "Is this request strange?"

Mrs. Tang said: "It's really weird, because it's Chen Changsheng standing outside the door, not Xu Yourong."

Qiu Shanjun said: "I think Chen Changsheng's request makes sense."

Mrs. Tang said, "Why?"

Qiu Shanjun said with a smile: "Your second son poisoned the boss."

Mr. Tang mocked and said, "You know?"

Qiu Shanjun said: "I didn't see it, neither did my sister, but he was Chen Changsheng, a student of Shanghangzhou. I don't believe who he believes in?"

Mrs. Tang's eyes were still squinting, and his eyes looked like the ancient wells in the courtyard, deep and deep, and it became colder and colder due to the falling snow.

The sound from his lips was also so cold that it made some bones stand out.

"Even if it is true? His Majesty the Emperor Taizong killed all his brothers, and created a prosperous world, which has become an ancient king."

Mrs. Tang said with a blank expression: "Even if my second child poisoned me, as long as my family is undefeated, it will look good."

Listening to this, Qiu Shanjun gradually narrowed his smile and quietly looked at the old man's eyes.

"But your second son colludes with the demon."

From entering the Tang family's old house and starting a conversation with the old lady, Qiu Shanjun's tone has always been very casual and natural, like a very cute and lovely younger.

Many of his sentences end with ah.

Not filial.

Ugly.

Pretty good.

Makes sense.

The accent of young men and women in Jiangnan is very nice, babble.

When he said this sentence, he still ended with the word ah, but this time it felt completely different.

The wind and snow in the north are too big, and if you want to pass the military order farther, you must shout loudly to let the robes hear.

Run!

Rush!

Kill it!

Come save people!

Qiu Shanjun's words were not spoken, but shouted.

"Your second son colludes with the demon."

His expression is serious, his will is firm, his voice is like steel and iron, and he is very bright, he can wear through the snow and let his live and dead companions hear.

No matter how heavy the snow is today, he can't hide his voice, everyone around the old house heard it.

I believe it won't take long for Wenshui City to hear it, and then for the entire continent.

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...

The old house was very quiet, there was silence, and Xue Luo was silent.

Mrs. Tang narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiu Shanjun. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Is it happy?"

Qiu Shanjun has returned to calm and said, "It feels good."

Mrs. Tang said: "Does this need to be done?

Qiu Shanjun said: "Some things, if you don't want a way to shout, then you may never be heard."

Mrs. Tang said: "Do you think the whole world must believe your words?"

Qiu Shanjun said: "I have spent two decades protecting my fame. Now I think of it, maybe I believe in me once for this world."

Mrs. Tang said nothing.

When it comes to the word fame, no one can match Qiu Shanjun.

Many things over the years and many people have already proven this.

In Lishan, neither Su Li nor the head talked about him.

In Tiannan, even Wang Po is not convincing by Qiu Shanjun, because Wang Po is a person from Tianliang County after all.

Qiu Shanjun said: "At that time, Uncle Zu had no money, so this yellow paper umbrella was kept in Wenshui. Later, after that incident, you promised that Uncle Zu would only accept this request if he saw the umbrella. Chen Changsheng didn't Know this, but I know."

Tang's eyes fell on the old umbrella in his hand.

"This umbrella is still a little different from the previous one."

"Yes, something is missing."

Qiu Shanjun reached out and pulled a sword from the scabbard on the waist.

This sword is so extraordinary that it is remarkable.

Looking at the sword, Mrs. Tang's eyes narrowed, and even a big man like him was a little surprised.

"He didn't take the sword away?"

"Shi Shuzu left the sword to me and the umbrella to Chen Changsheng. Now that both of us are here, it is equal to him."

Qiu Shanjun inserted the sword into the handle of the old umbrella.

There is no sound, as if the sword was originally part of the umbrella.

Seeing an umbrella is like seeing someone.

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...

When Chen Changsheng entered the old house again, he found that Rob had gone, but the umbrella was still there.

Looking at the old umbrella, he was silent for a while, thinking that it was indeed stronger than Suli's predecessors, and did not take the umbrella away.

"You want an hour in Wenshui City, I will give you."

Mrs. Tang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "But those who cannot use state religion can only use people from my Tang family."

Because of the agreement that year, he agreed to Chen Changsheng’s request, but it was clear that he could not allow the priest of the State Religion to search in the houses of various houses of the Tang family, and it was impossible to allow the State Religion’s cavalry to rampage in Wenshui City. It is the bottom line of the Tang family.

The problem is that neither Chen Changsheng nor other big figures in the state religion understand the specific conditions of each room of the Tang family. Even under the orders of the old Tang prince, the Tang family’s powers apparently obey their deployment, and how can the Tang family be guaranteed? People really willing to contribute?

All in all, it is ridiculous to use the Tang people to check the things of the Tang family, which is even ridiculous.

But Mrs. Tang will never make any concessions.

Chen Changsheng said: "You don't need to give me this hour in Wenshui City."

Mrs. Tang said, "Who should I give it to?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I have a friend."

Tang's eyes narrowed.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Have you ever given him twenty years, but now you don't even want to give him an hour?"

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The Tang Ancestral Hall is very old, as old as the old house, and older than the Kyoto Imperial Palace.

Whether it is a white wall that will be repainted every three years or a black eaves that will be refinished every seven years, even if you look at how to renew it, you can’t completely cover the gap between the brick eaves. The ancient vicissitudes of life.

There are many cards in the ancestral hall, many incense candles are lit on the case, and there is a futon in front.

That futon is also very old.

I don’t know if it’s because of the environment, the young man sitting on the futon has a bit more sense of vicissitudes.

The beards on his face were of different lengths, looked messy, his hair was messy, and his clothes were a little dirty, which can be described as unkempt.

His eyes used to be bright and even sharp, but now it is all dead.

His lips are still so thin, but once the harshness and euphoria have been reduced to silence.

After being locked in here, he did not speak for half a year.

In the empty and quiet ancestral hall, his figure was so lonely.

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