"Men are indeed perverts. It is said that Dean Chen is not close to women. Now it seems that it is false. When you see the beauty of the holy girl, don't you immediately regret it?"
Those who say such things are women.
"Who can still have a heart like iron after seeing the saint's true face? Besides, Dean Chen and the saint have a marriage contract, how can this be controlled?"
Those who expressed a cautious understanding of Chen Changsheng, but still had a teasing meaning in their words, were all men.
"Why do you think Mr. Dean was so stupid at the beginning and insisted on retiring the engagement?"
"Who said the dean retired? Isn't it just a rumor all the time, and it hasn't been confirmed?"
"Words have spread from the Li Palace that even the shadow of the marriage contract can no longer be seen at the Zhechong Palace."
"So what if we divorce?"
"I'm just curious about what happened in the first place."
"That's a very long story. In the spring two years ago, the dean came to the capital from Xining Town and knocked on the door of the East Imperial General's Mansion..."
"Tsk tsk, being so humiliated and suppressed by the Divine General's Mansion, even I can't stand it, let alone the dean."
"The dean later worked hard to achieve the current fortune. It may be that he was too stimulated at the beginning. Now that he gains power, of course he will slap the face of the general's mansion in reverse. So, don't bully the young and poor, as long as we Study hard and practice hard, and you can be so energetic in the future."
"But...according to those rumors, isn't the dean regretting it now? Didn't he hit himself in the face?"
"That's what you said."
The conversation above took place among the students of the Orthodox Academy.
Improving the realm of practice will bring many benefits, and it will also bring many unexpected troubles. For example, your five senses will become much sharper. Or the whispers of students in your own academy will clearly reach your ears.
Sitting in the car, Chen Changsheng looked at the snowflakes drifting by outside the window, looking very calm, only his slightly clenched hands showed that he was actually a little embarrassed at this moment.
Tang Thirty-Six sent someone to send that maiko back. At this moment, he was sitting opposite Chen Changsheng, watching his expression with a sneer on his face.
Chen Changsheng seemed to be devoted to the snow, but he was actually very concerned about the reactions around him. Ever since the rumor spread, he became a little sensitive.
"why are you laughing?"
"Laugh at you stupid."
The carriage became quiet again, embarrassingly quiet, Tang Thirty-Six looked at him with great disdain and said: "I said in the Liziyuan Inn back then that you and Xu Yourong are people who have nothing to say, look at him now. Come on, you are also a model of your own death."
Every time when this matter was mentioned, Tang Thirty-Six's casual words would leave Chen Changsheng speechless.
He had nothing to say about this, so he changed the subject and asked seriously: "I asked Luoluo to help me find out about the girl from the Xiuling clan in Zhouyuan. Now that I know it's a misunderstanding, I want to write a letter." Tell her, but it seems inappropriate, what do you think?"
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and said with disdain: "What do you think? If you don't even think this is wrong, then you are really a pig."
"Then what to do?"
"I'll write a letter to His Highness Luoluo, and then you can mention it in the letter."
Tang Thirty-Six gave his own idea.
Chen Changsheng still felt a little depressed when he thought about the whispers he heard outside the palace earlier, and asked, "Why doesn't she agree to my going to the Shenjiang Mansion to propose marriage?"
"Propose marriage?" Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and asked, "And then?"
Chen Changsheng said quite naturally: "I went to propose marriage, and she agreed, wouldn't these gossips end?"
Tang Thirty-Six asked: "Why do you think she will agree to marry you?"
Chen Changsheng was stunned, wondering if he still needed to think about it
"If you go to Dongyushenjiangfu to propose marriage, will Xu Shiji agree? Or do you expect Xu Yourong to insist?" Tang Sanshiliu looked at him angrily and said, "Back then you were the one who cried and wanted to dissolve the engagement, but now you want her to cry Crying to marry you? Don't you think about how embarrassing she will be?"
Chen Changsheng really hadn't thought about this question, but when he thought about it now, he found that it really made sense.
"Then... what should I do?"
"Endure, endure, these comments and ridicules floating like snowflakes, until she feels enough and starts to sympathize with you."
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Because of the affairs brought about by the north-south confluence, and because of the rumors circulating in the capital, it became more and more difficult for Chen Changsheng to meet Xu Yourong.
Just as he was looking at the sky full of snowflakes and wondering when these days would end, he received a letter that had not been signed.
This letter is not Su Li's, but Xu Yourong's. After reading the letter while standing under the newly built courtyard wall opposite the snow lake, the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a heartfelt smile, and then he went In the library, under the slightly different eyes of the students, he wrote a letter with a swipe of his hair.
This letter is not a reply, but a letter to His Majesty the Pope.
In the letter, he said that in order to prepare for the Stone Boiling Conference next year, he wanted to stabilize his realm, lay a solid foundation for the gathering of stars, and wanted to enter the Tianshu Mausoleum again to observe the stele and enlighten the Tao.
That night, he received a reply from His Majesty the Pope. In the letter, His Majesty the Pope expressed his appreciation and comfort for his eagerness to learn, and bestowed his blessing on entering the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books to observe the stele and enlightenment again. Then he said at the end of the letter that if he wants to enter the Mausoleum of Books in the future, he only needs to file a record in the Li Palace. Need to write specifically to myself.
Looking at these words on the letter, Chen Changsheng truly realized a certain change.
Tianshu Mausoleum is not a place where you can enter if you want. In order to obtain the qualifications to enter Tianshu Mausoleum, countless practitioners in the mainland either fought bloody battles with the demons in the north to accumulate military merits, or worked hard to enter the top three in the imperial examination. In the end, only a few people can succeed.
But for him now, Tianshu Mausoleum is a place where he can enter if he wants to.
He is no longer that young Taoist priest from Xining Town.
He is the dean of the Orthodox Academy, the Pope's nephew, and the future Pope.
At his young age, he was already a big man.
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The heavy stone door opened slowly, and the ground shook slightly.
Looking at the mountain in front of him, which was still green in the deep winter, Chen Changsheng naturally remembered the shock when he first arrived here a year ago.
The priests and cavalry stationed at the Mausoleum of Books looked at the young man standing in front of several cardinals, guessed his identity, and felt a little complicated.
Chen Changsheng walked into the Tianshu Mausoleum. This time, he was not a tourist, nor was he a stele watcher, but more like an inspection.
This feeling became extremely real because of the respectful attitude of the red-clothed archbishops beside him.
He rejected the residence arranged for him by Li Gong, and went directly to the thatched hut left by Xun Mei.
The thatched cottage has not been lived in for a long time, there is some dust on the edge of the pot, and the bacon hanging from the beams has not been eaten yet, but the fence in the yard is much stronger than when he was there. I don't know if it is Tang Sanshiliu or Guan Fei did it in vain.
Thinking about the time when he was cooking here and looking at the Sun Guanbei, he felt some nostalgia in his heart. Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu can be seen every day in the Orthodox Academy, but Gou Hanshi and the others have not been seen for a year, and they don't know how they are doing in Lishan now.
A voice sounded from outside the fence, probably because the wintersweet in the forest was in full bloom, with a clear fragrance.
"Is this the residence of Senior Xun Mei?"
Chen Changsheng woke up from the memory, turned around and saw Xu Yourong standing outside the fence.
In the woods outside the fence, plum blossoms are in full bloom, she stands there, the morning light is shining, she is as beautiful as a flower.
Chen Changsheng can now enter Tianshu Mausoleum at will, she is a saint, so naturally she can.
"Yes, we lived here for a long time," he said.
Xu Yourong didn't go into the fence, looked at the dilapidated thatched hut in the morning light, and said calmly: "Sometimes I think I'm really curious, back then you and the senior brothers of the Lishan Sword Sect were at odds, yet you had to stay under the same roof Come on, don't you fight every night?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Gou Hanshi is a modest gentleman."
Xu Yourong said: "But senior brother doesn't have such a good temper."
Chen Changsheng laughed thinking that on the first night, Tang Sanshiliu and Guan Feibai really almost fought for a clean bedding.
"It didn't start until after the Great Court Examination, and the Tianshu Mausoleum is still very quiet now."
He looked at Xu Yourong and said, "This is really a good idea."
The rumors in the capital were raging, although they were basically making fun of Chen Changsheng, but to Xu Yourong, it was also a kind of trouble.
It was difficult for the two to meet each other, and it was even more difficult to talk quietly. It was indeed a brilliant idea for her to write a letter to invite him to the Tianshu Mausoleum.
Of course, it's a bit exaggerated to regard the Tianshu Mausoleum, which is only accessible by the ascetics of the world, as a venue for dating.
Only she and he can do it.
Seeing that he understood what she meant and said it so directly, Xu Yourong was slightly ashamed, but not annoyed.
Because when Chen Changsheng said these words, his eyes were very clean and his expression was very sincere.
He is passionate, but under calm, his eyes are bright but not scorching.
If Qiu Shanjun is a round sun, giving people warmth and heat, it is upright to the extreme.
Chen Changsheng was a breath of fresh air.
Everyone loves the sun.
But she prefers to walk casually in the breeze.
In the mid-winter season, Kyoto is already thousands of miles away like silver, but Tianshu Mausoleum is still lush and green.
Walking in the woods in the mausoleum, the spring breeze blows on your face, which is extremely fresh and pleasant.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked along the mountain road towards Zhaoqing Monument.
A middle-aged man appeared in the middle of the mountain road, blocking their way.
The man's eyes were deep and his realm was obviously extremely high. Looking at Chen Changsheng, there was endless chill in his eyes. If you looked carefully, you could even see some resentment.
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