Chen Changsheng looked at Luoluo puzzled and asked, "What does it mean to be soft-hearted?"
Luoluo looked at him and sighed, and said: "Xu Yourong is the descendant of the Holy Maiden Peak, and is deeply loved by the empress, and even blessed her father, and after the imperial examination, everyone will know that you, sir, are the one chosen by the Pope. Under the current situation, you and her are of course rivals."
Chen Changsheng still didn't understand. When he wanted to leave Tianshu Mausoleum, Gou Hanshi also said that opponents might not be able to take care of each other, so why would he be soft-hearted
Luoluo continued: "Whether there is Zhou Dufu's inheritance in the Zhou Garden or not, or other divine weapon skills, it will depend on who is faster and stronger."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that if Tang Thirty-Six was present, he would probably reply that the virtuous lived there. Thinking of that guy's expression, he couldn't help laughing.
With a serious face, Luo Luo said, "Sir, can you be serious? I'm not joking."
Chen Changsheng quickly apologized, and asked, "Could it be possible to rob each other in the Zhou Garden?"
Luoluo said: "As long as no one is killed, no one has anything to say, so we can't be soft-hearted."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, then asked: "Then?"
"Sir, you are very nostalgic, and you are at a loss when you meet a girl." Luoluo looked at him and said seriously: "Master and you are old, and you are so beautiful, I am worried that in Zhouyuan, after you meet her , you don’t need her to do anything at all, as long as you speak softly, you will completely listen to her.”
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that he didn't even know what Xu Yourong looked like, and there was no old relationship there, so he was a little unwilling to respond, "The man you described is so irritating, how could it be me?"
Luo Luo thought to herself that she was just acting like a baby casually back then, and you had nothing to do with her, but at this moment her mouth is stiff. Just thinking about the dignity of the teacher, she didn't directly expose Chen Changsheng's weak defense, and said earnestly: "Anyway, you have to remember, the more beautiful the girl is, the more she will deceive people."
Chen Changsheng looked at her and said with a smile, "How come you, a pretty little girl, have never lied to me?"
Luo Luo was startled for a moment, then giggled, gave him a thump, and said happily, "Sir, you and Tang Tang have been together for a long time, and you are getting better at talking."
She looked very happy, but she was actually a little guilty, thinking that if she let her husband know that she and him were actually the same age, would she think that she had been lying to him
Because of a guilty conscience, it was inevitable that the coquettish fist could not control the strength well. The tree trunk was very slippery after the rain, and Chen Changsheng almost fell down.
Luoluo quickly grabbed him, rolled her eyes slightly, and quickly changed the subject, pretending to be aggrieved, and said, "Sir, I also want to pass the time."
Chen Changsheng couldn't stand this kind of situation the most, and panicked, he hurriedly comforted him: "Didn't I say earlier that you may not be able to beat you in many Netherworlds, such as me."
Luoluo thought that he was about to go on a long trip again, and she would never hear such warm comfort again in a short time, so she really felt aggrieved, and said, "The problem is that I can't go to Zhouyuan with you, sir."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Even if you have passed through the secluded world, can the Holy Empress and the Pope allow you to take risks in Zhou Garden? Jin Changshi would not agree either."
Luoluo sighed: "Sir, your words really don't sound like comfort."
Chen Changsheng was a little ashamed, and said, "I'm really not good at this."
"Sir, if it's not to meet Master, why did you go to Zhou Garden?"
Luoluo suddenly asked seriously. She knew that Chen Changsheng was a person who cherished time very much, but he always paid attention to the naturalness of his mind. No matter how you looked at it, this choice seemed urgent.
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, reached out and touched her head, without giving any explanation.
Luoluo didn't ask again.
The spring rain was like a thread, blown around by the lake wind, falling on their faces and bodies, slightly damp, but not embarrassed. Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and brushed aside a strand of wet hair in front of her eyes.
Luoluo looked at him and smiled.
Chen Changsheng also smiled.
Luoluo said: "Sir, come back to the Li Palace with me in a while, His Excellency the Pope wants to see you."
The smile on Chen Changsheng's face suddenly disappeared.
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In the evening, a carriage drove out of Baihua Lane and arrived in front of the Li Palace.
Under the protection of more than a dozen powerful monster clans and state religion priests, Luoluo continued to go to the Qingxian Hall in a carriage along the sacred path outside the Zongsi Temple and the attached courtyard of the Li Palace.
Under the guidance of the two bishops, Chen Changsheng walked towards the main hall of the Li Palace along a sacred path that he had never stepped on before.
The setting sun is like blood, but it doesn't have the meaning of gold and iron horses, it's just Zhuang Su.
The priests and scholars walking on the Shinto path recognized his identity and stepped aside one after another.
To this day, the entire continent already knows that this freshman of the Orthodox Academy who made a fuss in Kyoto last year is the person chosen by the Pope.
Of course, he's a celebrity in his own right. Xu Yourong's fiancé, the first place in the imperial examination, no matter which name he has, he is qualified to attract the attention of everyone. Not to mention that not long ago, he spent a day viewing all the tombstones in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and last night even bathed the entire capital in starlight.
Hundreds of eyes looked at Chen Changsheng on the Shinto, and the emotions in those eyes were very complicated - shock, admiration, envy, and even awe.
Yes, now he is finally qualified to be awe-inspiring.
It's not about his realm and strength, but about his talent and background.
Chen Changsheng's mood at this time was also very complicated.
From the moment the rankings were announced in the imperial examination, he knew that there would be a day when he would be summoned by the Pope.
It's just that he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly, and he came to Li Palace right after leaving Tianshu Mausoleum, which made him a little unprepared. He was a little nervous thinking about which questions he should ask later to make sure he got an answer, and then he would not be beaten to death with the staff.
Walking in the eyes of countless eyes made the Shinto look very long. He was a little uncomfortable before, but now he is very grateful, because it gave him enough time to organize those problems.
No matter how long the Shinto is, it will always come to an end. One door after another was pushed open, the twilight was getting deeper and deeper, and the Li Palace was getting deeper and deeper until they came to the incomparably magnificent main hall.
Standing among dozens of statues of former saints and knights, feeling the solemn light, Chen Changsheng was shocked and speechless.
But before he had time to appreciate more, he was taken to a side hall on the side of the main hall. The distance of the eaves here is much longer than that of ordinary temples, so the skylight is blocked a lot. Don't say it is the twilight when the night is approaching, even if it is noon, it should be very quiet here.
The two bishops retreated quietly, leaving only Chen Changsheng standing in front of the stone steps.
There was no one else in the church, so he saw the Pope at a glance.
His Excellency the Pope is an old man, without a crown or staff, wearing a linen robe, and is watering a pot of green leaves.
This thin and tall old man can't be described by the words "powerful and powerful", because he has already surpassed the secular concept of power.
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