Way of Choices

The teachers and students of the Guojiao College watched Chen Changsheng walk to the gate of the courtyard. His eyes were very complicated, and his emotions were very emotional.

The Nanxizhai female disciple waited for him at the gate of the courtyard.

Chen Changsheng signaled that the girls did not have to follow themselves and went out.

"This is the Lord's order." Ye Xiaolian shouted angrily behind him.

Chen Changsheng knew that it was difficult to persuade these young girls and said to the priest Xin who was welcoming himself outside the courtyard: "Please."

Pastor Xin sighed and waved the priest and the cavalry cavalry at the pedestal forward to encircle the Guojiao Academy, and naturally blocked the girls from Nanxizhai.

Chen Changsheng looked to the National College of Education and silently said goodbye.

Three and a half years have passed since that spring.

I don't know when to see you again, Ivy and people in the National College of Education.

He wrote four letters to Su Moyu, just as Su Li had left before, and explained all the things that should be explained.

The chill at Beijingqiao Wellhead is getting heavier and heavier, and it only takes another two years for the little black dragon to escape.

He no longer owes anything to this world, there is no burden on his shoulder, he can move forward lightly.

Looking at his back that disappeared in the depths of Baihua Lane, Priest Xin's mood was a little complicated.

It didn't take long for the news that Chen Changsheng left the National College of Education spread throughout Kyoto.

These days after the late autumn, Zhou Tong is often not in the palace, but in the repair of the new Qing Dynasty officials.

This news spread to Beibing Ma Sihu at the same time, he was sitting in a brand new, but too much effort to make the old Taishi chair drinking tea.

He still drank the most precious Dahong robe, and he wore that red robe that seemed to exude **** smell.

His face was pale, his eyes were indifferent as if there was no human emotion, and he looked like a ghost.

"Get ready to welcome distinguished guests."

He gently placed the teacup in his hand on the table, watching the subordinates in the courtyard calmly speaking.

Officials took orders, and their faces began to run in a hurry, and the atmosphere inside and outside Zhou Prison became extremely suppressed.

On the street in the distance, the man who exudes a cold, iron-like breath looked at the sky after hearing the news.

The sky is getting darker, not because of the passage of time, but because the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. It is no longer the autumn season. It seems that it is about to snow.

It didn't take long for the latest information to quickly reach Beibing Masi Hutong-Chen Changsheng entered the palace.

In the small courtyard, some of the most loyal and powerful subordinates looked at the Taishi chair in front of the hall, wondering if the adults would think too much?

The court had such a situation, even if that person was Chen Changsheng, wouldn't he dare to come to Zhou Zhou?

"Going to the palace does not mean that he won't go anywhere else today."

Zhou Tong looked at the red clay teapot in his hand, as if looking at a dead object, and said indifferently: "Wait for him to come out."

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There are no four seasons in the deepest part of the palace, and naturally there is no cold winter. In the sky cut into squares, there is no sign that snow is about to fall.

Just like that pot of green leaves is still full of the breath of life, it is very tender, very green, and gently swings with the water falling, revealing its beautiful waist.

The Pope couldn't see any sickness on the face, but the wrinkles were much more, deeper, and looked older.

Just like the fall before Mei Lisha died, the old man revealed his old state in a short time.

Looking at the pope's face, Chen Changsheng was a little sentimental, a little sad, a little rough, for this land, for the starry sky.

The Pope is two years younger than Shangxingzhou.

He is very clear that if the uncle's requirements for self do not conflict too much with the status quo of this world, so that it is always difficult to obtain a true serenity, why would he grow old in advance.

The Pope knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression, and said with a smile: "Are you thinking, good people don't live long?"

Chen Changsheng was silent and nodded.

"I'm not a good person." The Pope said: "Of course, even if this sentence is true, we can't be a bad person because of this."

Chen Changsheng liked the words very much, opened his bright eyes, and said seriously: "Yes."

The Pope wiped away the water droplets on the green leaves, and took the towel from his hand to clean his hands. He begged him to sit down and asked, "Your Master is very quiet these days, don't you think it's strange?"

Whether it is the anti-decision of the National College of Education, or Wang broken into Beijing, it is a big event for the new dynasty, but Shangxing Zhou has not expressed any opinions on these matters, and even did not speak at the North-South Confluence celebration.

Chen Changsheng is very clear that this does not conform to Master's temperament, but he really does not care about these things.

"He has been trying to let the court control the Tianji Pavilion these days." The Pope said: "Now it looks like it should be almost successful."

Even if Chen Changsheng didn't care about these things anymore, he couldn't help but shock when he heard this.

Tianji Pavilion is not an ordinary organization, with unimaginable resources and power. During the reign of the Queen Mother, it can be said that it is the most important pillar of the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now that the Queen Mother and the elderly Tianji are dead, if the business boat can let the court It is really remarkable to continue to control the Tianji Pavilion.

In terms of importance, this matter cannot be overestimated.

Through the rebellion of Xue Old City, killing the most powerful enemy of the human race for thousands of years, temporarily solving the danger of the Devil’s invasion of the south, and then, without hesitation, accepting the negotiation conditions of the Tianhai Dynasty in an all-round way, and pushing the south-north confluence forward with great stability and caution. Until the two sides signed the contract, if the business firm Zhou even the Tianji Pavilion is done...

Even if he reads a book in the small room of the palace now, he doesn't see people very much, but he will still be a **** in the world.

"This is not perfect for Brother."

The Pope looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "You know what he thought at first."

Chen Changsheng knew.

For Shangxing Zhou, the most perfect situation is not too much. When the Pope dies, he can regain the power of the state religion.

However, although he is the orthodox heir of the state religion, after all, so many things happened that year, and he is a brother of the pope, no matter how he thinks, it is impossible for him to succeed the pope.

Therefore, after the night of Tianshuling, he first introduced the poem of Mu Jiu, trying to replace Chen Changsheng, but he failed.

It was precisely because he failed to successfully capture the state religion that he would pay so much effort to ensure that Tianji Pavilion will fall into his hands.

The pope said suddenly: "The position is relative, and the importance is relative."

Chen Changsheng remembered the phrase "location is relative", written by Wang Zhice on the first page of the note.

"Getting a balance between position and importance, so as to avoid the entire world from dancing with us, is something I have always wanted to do over the years."

The Pope looked into his eyes and said, "Only in this way can ordinary people living in this world live a little more securely."

Chen Changsheng understood.

In his later years, the Pope would support the Queen Mother, and this time he supported Master and the Chen clan. Now that Master and the imperial court are powerful, the state religion will have to walk in the opposite direction, the farther the better.

This has something to do with emotions and Taoism, but it can also be said that it has nothing to do with it. This is kindness to all peoples in the world, but on a specific matter, it often seems so sticky.

He also understands why Uncle Shi has to say this to himself.

This is teaching, inheritance, and the current Pope's instructions to the heirs.

"Understood, it doesn't mean it can be done."

Chen Changsheng thought of the wind and rain of the Tianshuling, the corpse beside the official road, and the blood and fire in Kyoto, and he was fascinated for a while.

"Maybe, I still haven't learned how to be a big man."

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