There was a dead silence in the courtyard.
Chen Changsheng had met Zhou Tong before, more than once.
But this was the first time he really saw Zhou Tong.
Meet the real Zhou Tong.
Looking at Zhou Tong's pale cheeks, knife-thin lips, and bloody red official robe, he felt an unimaginable terrifying aura, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, as if it was real.
His gaze finally fell on Zhou Tong's hand.
Those hands were very slender, the nails were manicured very clean, there was no trace of dirt, let alone blood.
But he knew how many Chen royal family members and officials loyal to the royal family had been killed by these hands, not to mention how many people's eyes and hearts had been gouged out alive.
Chen Changsheng felt his heart beating faster and faster, and then he suddenly had an idea that Zhou Tong's hands were very suitable for holding a sword.
So he replied: "Senior Su Li also taught me the sword on the way."
Swords are used to kill people, words are like swords, and what breaks is the opponent's momentum.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand these things, but he responded naturally.
On the tens of thousands of miles back home, the things that Su Li taught him remained in his body and played a role continuously.
Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po woke up, with expressions of vigilance on their faces.
Zhou Tong smiled and said nothing.
The remaining flowers on the crabapple tree fell one after another, and a few petals fell on Chen Changsheng's shoulder.
The eerie coercion in the small courtyard disappeared without a trace, and the strong smell of blood went to nowhere, leaving only a faint scent of flowers.
No one spoke.
After a while, Zhou Tong looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "It's rude not to meet the official."
It was quiet, and when Chen Changsheng was still thinking about how to deal with it, Tang Thirty-Six, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "What is your identity, what is your status?"
When he asked this sentence, he stared into Zhou Tong's eyes, like staring at a dangerous poisonous snake.
Zhou Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't expect that this young master of the Tang family would have the guts to question himself, and was... so rude.
Without waiting for his answer, Tang Thirty-Six continued: "Chen Changsheng is the dean of the Orthodox Academy. In terms of status, he is only under the Pope in the Orthodox Church, and your lord, you are just the chief official of the official office, a mere second rank. , even if the Holy Empress, Jia Enshide, awarded the title of the third-class duke to my lord, how can she be compared with the head of my family? If you want to see the ceremony, of course, your lord should be the first."
Zhou Tong looked at Tang Thirty-Six with a half-smile and said, "Even your father wouldn't dare to talk to me like that."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "That's why grandpa said that my father is not as good as me."
Zhou Tong said: "In that case, I should really be the one to meet first?"
Tang Thirty-Six's face showed no emotional changes, neither frivolous, proud, nor complacent, but calm and focused to the extreme, he said: "Of course."
Zhou Tong raised his eyebrows and said, "In this case, you should be the first."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Xuanyuan and I are students, we will accompany you."
Zhou Tong said, "With whom?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "Follow the principal."
"I am the dean." Chen Changsheng finally caught up with the rhythm of the two, and introduced himself very formally: "I am Chen Changsheng, the dean of the Orthodox Academy."
Zhou Tong was silent for a long time, then lightly adjusted his official robe.
The red official robe, among the remaining begonia flowers, is particularly eye-catching.
Then, he bowed his hands in salute and asked each other.
"I don't know what is the purpose of Dean Chen's visit here?"
"Wofu Zhexiu is a student of the Orthodox Academy."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "I'll pick him up."
The small courtyard is quiet and quiet, while the yamen of Qing officials is already heavily guarded, and countless people have already come from outside the Beibing Carriage Lane.
The entire capital is in a tense atmosphere.
Everyone knew why Chen Changsheng came to see Zhou Tong today.
But probably no one expected that Chen Changsheng would put forward his request so calmly and naturally.
Because he has confirmed his identity, he is the dean of the Orthodox Academy, Zhexiu is a student of the Orthodox Academy, and it is only natural that the dean cares about his students.
It was so natural that even Zhou Tong sighed, wondering how much that monster Su Li had taught this young man
Then he smiled and said, "I will send the soffier to prison with my sleeves folded according to the imperial court's request. If he wants to release him, President Chen needs the will of the Holy Empress, or the conclusion documents from Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment."
Since the appearance of the yamen of the Qing officials, Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishments have become decorations, or become vassals of the Qing officials.
As long as Zhou Tong doesn't nod, no case between Dali Temple and the Ministry of Criminal Justice can be concluded.
"I have studied Tibetan Taoism since childhood." Chen Changsheng said suddenly.
Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po glanced at him, wondering why they were saying this now
Zhou Tong knew that he still had something to say, so he waited quietly.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and continued, "I've confirmed that your lord took over the case of Zhou Yuan directly from Li Gong. The Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple didn't file a case at all."
Zhou Tong said, "So what?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I have read Dao Zang thoroughly, and I have memorized the Law of the Great Zhou fluently. I am sure that there is no law that supports adults to continue to imprison Wufu Zhexiu."
Zhou Tong looked at him and smiled without saying a word.
Chen Changsheng said, "My lord, please let me go."
Zhou Tong took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped the corners of his lips, his movements were very elegant, but his words were sarcasm.
"Our future Pope is so impatient, which makes people have to worry about the future of the state religion."
Not knowing whether it was because of Zhou Tong's actions or because of this sentence, Tang Thirty-Six frowned.
"I promised His Excellency the Bishop to wait for two more days, but..." Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, then continued: "He is dead, so I don't have to wait any longer."
Zhou Tong looked at him and said calmly: "I think you forgot one thing, the crime of Zhexiu is collusion with the demons, as long as there is this crime, I can lock him up for as long as I want. "
"Your Excellency seems to have forgotten one thing. Three people were accused of colluding with the demons in Zhouyuan, Zhexiu, Qijian...and me."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said seriously: "If your lord really thinks that Zhe Xiu will collude with the demons, then the first thing you need to do now is to put me in prison. If not, then you should let me go." he."
The small courtyard became extremely quiet, it could even be said to be dead silent.
Only the sound of falling flowers and breathing can be heard.
This is the multiple-choice question he left for Zhou Tong—let Zhexiu go, or arrest him too.
Zhou Tong's eyes narrowed slowly, gradually turning into willow leaves, which seemed to be the willow-leaf fine knife he was best at using.
His voice floated from his thin lips, and it was the same, and it was even more chilly.
"You... are you threatening me?"
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