The wind inside and outside the Tianshu Mausoleum suddenly stopped, and the sound also disappeared.
The whole world seems to be condensed, regardless of time or space.
The two sides in the confrontation have reached a stalemate, or deadlock.
This temporary balance is extremely fragile. Any change, whether it is a gust of wind or a sound, can trigger countless cruel killings, turn the capital into a sea of blood and flames, and burn all the prosperity and ambitions to ashes .
Few people dare to make decisions at important decision junctures in history.
Xu Yourong has proved that she can, no matter whether it is a flood or an abyss, her eyelashes will not tremble.
And everyone knew that she would not wait in such silence forever.
The Xuanjia heavy cavalry of the imperial court is returning to Beijing quickly.
If Shang Xingzhou refused to agree to her request, then she would definitely launch an attack in advance.
At such a critical moment, another important figure seemed to have fallen asleep.
King Zhongshan looked in that direction and raised his eyebrows slightly.
No one wanted the negotiation between Xu Yourong and Shang Xingzhou to break down, except for his elder brother.
King Xiang is a strong man in the sacred field, with a profound background in the court, and also has extremely strong strength in the military.
If both the imperial court and the state religion were to lose, and if the strongmen from the north and the south fought bloody battles, who would be able to stop him from ascending to the throne in the end
Both Xu Yourong and Shang Xingzhou should understand this, but they won't mention it.
Because this is also their bargaining chip.
Ultimately, the key to the success of this negotiation lies in that requirement.
The problem is that, such a tough and cold request, even a novice in Xijing wine shop who has no idea about life, lived a very mediocre life, and even worked hard, let alone Shang Xingzhou
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There was no wind, but the hem of the white sacrificial robe was fluttering gently, like a paper flower.
Compared with real flowers, paper flowers are cleaner, plainer and more sad.
Xu Yourong stood on the Shinto, looking at the capital with his hands behind his back.
Her expression is very calm, but her beautiful eyebrows and eyes have a sense of grandeur.
It's like facing the sea, like looking at the world.
Shang Xingzhou suddenly felt as if he saw Tianhai.
Many years ago, Tianhai was a child.
During Taizong's reign, he saw the little girl in the palace for the first time.
At that time, he didn't hate her, on the contrary, he admired her very much, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to help her get the position later.
At that time, Tianhai was also very beautiful, but no matter when he looked at the horse or Emperor Taizong, his expression was very indifferent.
That's why Shang Xingzhou admired her.
If the sky has love, the sky will also grow old. Only those who are ruthless can achieve great things.
Shang Xingzhou also admired Xu Yourong very much.
Every word Xu Yourong said today, from the analysis of the overall situation, to the killing of King Chen Liu, to the final description of the chaos, was attacking the weakest loophole in his mind that he cared about the most. It is also doing another important thing.
She was proving herself to Shang Xingzhou.
Overthrew the rule of Tianhai Shenghou, returned all the government to the hands of the Chen royal family, and became the number one person in the world.
Shang Xingzhou's life has been perfect, and he has no pursuits, except for that matter.
Xu Yourong wanted him to choose to give up and quit at this time, so he had to prove that he could do that.
Either Chen Changsheng couldn't, or even the rest of them couldn't realize Taizong's will, because they were good people.
But she can.
Because she is not a good person, these things today are proof.
If you want to destroy the demons, I can do it, but if you want the human race to rule the world, I can still do it.
And at that time, the pope's surname is still Chen, the emperor's surname is still Chen, and the human dynasty in the history books is finally surnamed Chen.
So, what are you not satisfied with? What is there to regret
If her threat to Shang Xingzhou's ideals and those cruel methods are the towering waves, then the accompanying proofs are the quiet bottom. The combination of the two forms countless waves, one wave after another, until Rising from the sky, it will crush all the will to resist.
"The situation you created today is perfect. The grandeur seems to burn the world, and the subtlety points directly to the hearts of the people. It is really difficult to break."
Shang Xingzhou looked at Xu Yourong with admiration and regret and said, "Because anyone who can threaten you is not your enemy."
The meaning of the last sentence is a bit complicated and a bit awkward, only they can understand it.
"Chen Changsheng trusted me, so he kept silent. It's a pity that he was wrong."
Xu Yourong said: "Of course, I know he will definitely prepare something, so I have also prepared."
Shang Xingzhou said with emotion: "I didn't expect that you wouldn't even let him go."
Xu Yourong said: "Since I want to win against you, I naturally have to beat your two students first."
That's why there was the conversation about entering the palace late at night and the conversation next to the beef bone pot on Fusui Road
Shang Xingzhou looked at her quietly, and suddenly said, "If I didn't convince him, maybe you really won today."
As these words fell, a wind suddenly blew up again in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, blowing the stone chips and grass branches on the divine path.
The wind rises because the clouds fall.
In the sky, a cloud fell on the southern outskirts of Kyoto, and then floated towards the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.
The restriction in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books seemed to have lost its effect on this cloud, and soon, the cloud floated under the divine way.
The him that Shang Xingzhou mentioned was on that cloud, a scholar in civilian clothes.
Inside and outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, tens of thousands of people saw this scholar coming in a cloud. They were shocked, guessed, and then began to be joyful, even ecstatic.
Xu Yourong looked at the middle-aged scholar, his expression was still calm, but he felt a little tired, which was spiritual.
Then she felt a slight mockery, still mental.
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Looking at the dark crowd in the square, Hu Sanshishi's face was a bit ugly.
At the beef bone shop on Fusui Road back then, Chen Changsheng said that he believed Xu Yourong would not do that, so he was very worried.
What happened today proved that his concerns at the time were correct.
Anhua led hundreds of believers, kneeling on the square, holding a bright and sharp teaching knife in both hands.
Their request is very simple, that is to beg His Excellency the Pope not to leave the Palace today, not to interfere with what happened in the Mausoleum of Books.
If Chen Changsheng refused to agree to their request, they would commit suicide in front of Chen Changsheng.
They were all Chen Changsheng's most fanatical followers, and they would definitely do such a thing for the sake of Chen Changsheng and the great cause of the state religion.
Hu Thirty-two turned his head and glanced at the quiet side hall, with a more worried expression, but it was obviously for another problem.
Hearing the voices from outside the hall, Chen Changsheng did not speak.
The gray-robed old man holding a paintbrush said impatiently, "Quickly shut up these foolish men and women!"
It is rare in the world to dare to be so rude to the Pope.
In fact, when they first met in Hanshan, the old man's attitude towards Chen Changsheng was very contemptuous.
At that time, the Demon Lord wanted to eat Chen Changsheng, and the old man appeared together with that wandering scholar.
The old man appeared in the stone room of Li Palace, and after seeing Chen Changsheng for so many days, he naturally represented the meaning of that scholar.
Chen Changsheng is the pope, and he seems unable to reject the scholar's idea.
And in the eyes of many people, that scholar had good intentions.
Now Chen Changsheng naturally knew the identity of this old man.
He is Wu Daozi, a famous painter who was famous all over the world during the reign of Emperor Taizong.
Those portraits on Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by him.
Seeing Wu Daozi walking down the gray wall that day, Chen Changsheng knew that Xu Yourong had lost.
After all, she still underestimated the master, or underestimated these old people.
Those old people were the ones he had thought of in the deserted streets of Wenshui.
Those old people who have experienced countless bloody wars and seen the real vicissitudes of life.
Chen Changsheng and Wu Daozi walked outside the hall.
Hu Thirty-two looked at the old man in gray with a slightly different expression, but he didn't dare to ask any questions, so he stepped forward and whispered a few words of persuasion in Chen Changsheng's ear.
Wu Daozi felt more and more impatient.
Chen Changsheng looked at the gray sky, and suddenly said, "Do it."
Some cavalry came galloping from the direction of Caogetsu Hall, launched a charge, and the smoke and dust rose.
Hu Thirty-two's expression changed suddenly, and he wanted to kneel down to persuade him, but Chen Changsheng avoided him.
He leaned forward and threw himself in front of Wu Daozi.
At some point, a very dark short knife appeared in his hand.
There was still pain and entanglement on his face, but his eyes were extremely calm.
Just like the gloomy knife light that pierced through the sky, it couldn't attract anyone's attention.
Wu Daozi's expression changed suddenly, and a scream came out from his lips, and an unimaginable force fell with the brush.
With a soft snap, a dark willow tree pierced through the air, wrapping around the paintbrush.
A falling star stone appeared in the square like a dark abyss, attracting the attention of countless people and forming a barrier.
With a puff, the dagger pierced into Wu Daozi's sole, and blood shot out.
Hu Thirty-two lowered his head, squatted halfway in front of him, pulled out the short knife expressionlessly, and stabbed him in the lower abdomen.