Way of Choices

The business boat did not speak, got up and walked outside.

Chen Liuwang stunned slightly and quickly followed.

The business boat walked from the stone steps on the side of the house to the roof, looking at a star-gazing platform.

The slightly cold night wind moved his sleeves.

Chen Liuwang only noticed at this time that this Taoist temple did not set up a formation of cold and heat.

The merchant boat looked up at the starry sky without a hand, and the blue sleeves fluttered back with the wind, looking like a harlequin on the stage, as if at the next moment, he would squat slightly, and then rush forward, or Jump into the starry sky, and finally fell ridiculously.

Looking at his back, Chen Liuwang made a subconscious comparison with the Queen Mother on the Gan Terrace.

"If you want to perish, you must make it crazy."

Shangxing Zhou's voice is very quiet, just like the wind, without any taste or focus, and he can't perceive his true emotions.

Chen Liuwang doesn't know where his sentence is pointing. Is Xu Yourong or His Majesty the crazy? Who is going to perish?

Shang Xingzhou's eyes grew deeper in the Xinghai, and he no longer spoke.

Chen Liuwang said goodbye and walked out of Changchun to look back at the roof.

He was still not sure whether Luoyang's trip tonight was correct.

This morning Xu Yourong asked him to meet at the National College of Education and said those words, which seemed very deliberate.

She made him feel deliberate, which was originally a deliberate act.

But if he didn't have this idea, how could he be moved by this intention?

Over the years, his ambitions have been hidden so well that no one knows, even his acquaintances such as his father and Mo Yu. Even Tianhai Shenghou was only doubtful at first, and was not sure. Of course, this may also be because she didn't care.

But he could not hide Xu Yourong.

At that time in the palace, he felt that the little girl looked strange in her eyes, always with a smile on her face.

She didn't debunk herself at first, why now she says this? Give yourself this opportunity so deliberately?

Chen Liuwang can’t miss this opportunity, he also knows that if his reaction is a little inappropriate, he will be regarded as provoked by the merchant boat, so he behaves very calmly and frankly, and now it seems that such a response is feasible, at least The firm did not respond.

So what should I do next?

When Chen Liuwang hurried back to Kyoto overnight, when he came to the gate of Wangfu on Taiping Road, the morning light was already gone, and the winter was empty, and the warmth gradually came.

It seems that winter is really over, and it's time for everything to renew.

Chen Liuwang walked into the palace with some emotion.

"You should be very clear that the saint wanted to use us to force His Majesty the Emperor to stand on the Pope's side."

Xiang Wang stared at his eyes and said, "If so, why would you go to Luoyang?"

"It's always fair to be able to do things, even if it's a strategy, it's extremely fair and just."

Chen Liuwang has now become more calm, even when facing his father's extremely cold eyes, his expression has not changed.

"Wildfire is terrible, but without this fire, we wouldn't even have the chance to win the fire."

Xiang Wang's eyes suddenly became violent, and there was faint fire light shining inside, and his voice became even colder: "But have you ever thought that only chaos in China can win, is she capable of disturbing Dao Zun's state of mind? "

Chen Liuwang said: "I understand Yourong, even if Dao Zun wins in the end, it must be a terrible victory."

Xiang Wang was silent for a while and said, "When do you think it will start?"

Chen Liuwang said: "From the moment she asked me to meet at the National College of Education, this chess game began. Last night she entered the palace, it was killing chess."

Xiang Wang raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Kill the chess?"

Chen Liuwang said: "Yes, this move is a game of competition in the world, which must be answered by the world."

Xiang Wang said with emotion: "It turns out that the storm has arrived."

"The rainbow can only be seen after the storm."

Chen Liuwang said: "The little girl taught me when I was young, the rainbow comes from the sun, and we are the descendants of the sun."

Xiang Wang understood what he meant, and stared at his eyes and said, "Your majesty's blood is also pure."

Chen Liuwang said: "But he is only a disability after all."

The wildfire in Xiang Wang's eyes gradually extinguished, but the ambition that had been hidden for many years like his son gradually appeared.

He said: "Will His Majesty the Pope agree?"

Chen Liuwang said: "If you are defeated, Your Majesty the Pope will not be alive."

"last question."

Xiang Wang asked: "You haven't said what to do if the saint won."

Chen Liuwang said with a smile: "In addition to the death of the whole family, what price can be worthy of this world game?"

Xiang Wang remained silent for a long time, and then laughed again—with a bit of self-deprecating laughter, the ambition in his eyes gradually dissipated, the expression became gentler, and the round face was like a peasant or a rich man. amiable.

He supported his fat belly with both hands and said with emotion: "It seems that your marriage with Pingguo must be handled quickly."

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The early morning palace is very quiet.

The buffed tip of the bamboo broom and the sound of the hard bluestone rubbing from the distance kept coming.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and looked at the complicated patterns on the roof of the temple, not knowing what he was thinking.

He woke up in less than five hours. This is a very rare thing. It is even more rare if he does not get up immediately after waking up.

Such a thing as laying a bed is a beautiful enjoyment for many ordinary young people, but for him, this is undoubtedly a very irresponsible act of wasting time and will make him feel a great sense of guilt.

He didn't get up at this time because it was his first day in the palace.

He was still a little unfamiliar with the environment around him, a little uncomfortable, and even faintly afraid. He didn't know where to wash after getting up, what kind of service he would accept, or even where the clothes he took off last night were sorted.

He didn't know what Xu Yourong said to his brother last night.

Until the secluded outer hall occupied most of the sky by the eaves was illuminated by the winter, he finally got up.

The first person he saw was An Hua.

The tens of thousands of believers who petitioned with candles last night were finally persuaded to leave in the middle of the night, but An Hua did not leave.

She had been waiting in the temple for the whole night, and her eyes looked red, not knowing whether it was caused by tiredness or crying.

"It seems that your aunt's affairs can only be handled this way."

Chen Changsheng took the coat in her hand, looked at her red eyes, and said with apology: "I hope you don't blame me."

An Hua said repeatedly: "How dare you blame your majesty."

Chen Changsheng heard that she was not lying and asked, "Why are you sad?"

An Hua bowed his head and asked, "Your Majesty, are you really going to leave?"

In many dynasties before Dazhou, Daomen was also the state religion, and there have been many popes in history.

The Pope has no tenure, and until the moment he returns to Xinghai, he will be the theocracy of the entire state religion.

But among the popes in history, there are indeed a few who are either unwilling to be entangled in common affairs in order to pursue the avenue, or because they are discouraged by something, and finally ended their term in advance, choosing to hide in the mountains, or Went to the other side of Xinghai.

An Hua studied at the 13th Division of Qingyao since childhood, and later taught, dedicating all of her youth to the state religion. It is like going back to some classics in the Taoist scriptures, and naturally understand these deeds. The more she thought about the words that Chen Changsheng said in the Hall of Light last night, the more she felt that Chen Changsheng might choose that path, and she was very nervous, even the words of Tang 36's comfort and persuasion no longer believed, overnight There were tears in it several times.

Chen Changsheng looked at the sky on the hall divided by the eaves.

He remembered once again the dark night over the Xinghai that he once felt that night.

He will bear the responsibilities he should bear.

But after doing these things, if there is a further distance, of course, go and see.

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