The wind on the lake is inexhaustible, and for some reason it passed through the formation and came to the field, clearing the fog and lowering the temperature.
Such was the mood of the two of them at the time.
"My medical skills are not as good as Shang's, nor as good as Yin's."
Old Man Tianji looked at him and said, "If the two of them have nothing to do, I don't know how to do it either."
Chen Changsheng looked into the distance, and on the other side of the blown mist, he could vaguely see the blue lake, which was very beautiful.
"However, according to my speculation, since your problem lies in the blockage of the meridians caused by the explosion of the sun wheel when you were a baby, then if you don't try to practice, or even directly disperse the true energy in your body, or you can barely maintain the original state, At least... the outbreak of the injury can be delayed a bit."
Hearing Old Man Tianji's words, Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze and asked, "Senior, how sure are you?"
Regarding this matter, old man Tianji had already calculated for a long time when he was unconscious, and said directly: "Twenty percent."
Twenty percent, this is really an embarrassing number. It is said to be hope, but it is a little slim. It is said to be despair, but it is clear that there is a way forward.
Today Chen Changsheng knew many things, many things about himself, but at the end of the road ahead, there was still a big shadow.
If it were someone else, going back and forth between hope and despair several times, I am afraid that the spirit would have collapsed long ago, but he didn't.
He even quickly got rid of the previous emotions and returned to true calm.
The old man Tianji's expression remained unchanged, and there was already a turmoil in his heart-with this son's disposition, if it weren't for the heaven not to lie, how could he not have the way
Chen Changsheng's mentality was really terrifying, he recovered his calm at an unimaginable speed, and even forgot the previous conversation.
Then he asked a very naive question.
"Senior, which side are you on?"
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If someone else came to ask old man Tianji such a question, the end would be miserable.
But Chen Changsheng's identity was very special, whether it was his relationship with the Pope, Shang, or his possible relationship with the Holy Empress.
The old man Tianji actually answered perfectly.
"I have always had a good relationship with Li Gong, but I have a bad relationship with Yin. I have a bad relationship with Zhou Guo, but I have a good relationship with Niangniang."
"Then... if I'm really Prince Zhaoming... will the Holy Empress kill me?"
Chen Changsheng's next question was not only naive, but even a little too much.
What was even more exaggerated was that old man Tianji actually answered again.
"Based on what I know about Empress, it will eventually. She has been waiting for two years, but it is impossible to wait forever."
"Why?"
"Have you heard the rumors of changing fate against the sky?"
"I always thought it was just a hearsay."
"Rumors often come from the truth, and even the truth is more bizarre than the rumors."
Chen Changsheng fell silent.
There has always been a certain saying in the mainland.
Hundreds of years ago, the Holy Empress was expelled from the palace by Emperor Taizong. In the Baicao Garden, she met two friends and learned the secret of changing her life against the sky.
Those two friends were the current His Majesty the Pope, and his master, Shang Xingzhou, the former dean of the Orthodox Academy.
The Holy Empress swore to the starry sky that she was willing to sever her bloodline in exchange for this immortal achievement.
"Is the bloodline cut off..." he murmured.
The old man Tianji looked into his eyes, and said quietly: "Fate, this guy, never makes a one-shot deal. There is no such thing as an ending moment when you change your fate against the sky. From sacrificing to the starry sky to returning to the starry sea, it is going on all the time, empress. If the Heaven-Defying Change of Fate is to be completed, she will not be able to have any blood descendants."
"And if so?"
"If there is, it is the gap in her destiny, which is her greatest weakness."
"But... if I'm really Prince Zhaoming, then empress... she is my mother."
When Chen Changsheng thought of this question, his emotions became uncontrollably complicated.
Old Man Tianji's expression was very calm, even a little cold: "Your Majesty once had many children, but they are all dead."
Chen Changsheng said, "Where's Princess Pingguo?"
Old Man Tianji said: "Many people, including me, know that Princess Pingguo is not the mother's biological daughter, but she doesn't know it herself."
Hearing such news, Chen Changsheng was shocked and speechless, and then found that there were answers to many things that he didn't understand before.
For example, the Holy Empress dotes on Princess Pingguo very much, but her education is a problem.
For example, when Princess Pingguo wanted to compete with Xu Yourong for favor, she would always be the loser.
"If there is any offspring in this world for Empress, it can only be Xu Yourong."
Old Man Tianji seemed to know what he was thinking, and said, "Although this is the inheritance of spiritual and blood talent."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, and asked: "Since you have a good relationship with your empress, why did you tell me these secrets?"
Old Man Tianji said, "Because I hope to help you make the right choice."
When saying these words, he glanced at the peach in Chen Changsheng's hand.
The peach has been peeled for a long time, and the color of the flesh has not changed, but it always feels that it is no longer fresh.
After a moment of silence, Chen Changsheng said, "What can I choose?"
Elder Tianji said: "You can act as if you don't know anything, go back to the capital, and be executed by your empress, or you can choose to leave, hide your name, and just disappear."
Chen Changsheng raised his head, looked at him and asked, "But why should I choose?"
"Because... I don't want my mother to face such a difficult multiple-choice question again." The old man Tianji was deeply moved, and said, "Since you entered the capital, she has been hesitating, otherwise you would have died long ago... A tiger eats its own son, this How sad it is."
Chen Changsheng's nostrils moved slightly, and his breath became a little rough.
Only those who are most familiar with him know that this is a sign that he is in a very bad mood.
For more than a year, he has rarely performed like this.
So Luoluo knew, Tang Thirty-six knew, but even Xu Yourong didn't know.
"What about the sons who were eaten by tigers? What about those sons who were eaten by tigers? Aren't they more miserable and miserable?"
He looked into the eyes of the old man Tianji and said: "And I may not be Prince Zhaoming, even if it is, it shouldn't be up to me to choose, it should be her, you want me to hide my name and just disappear, then why can't she pretend to be nothing?" You know, do nothing?"
The old man Tianji said: "Because you have already appeared in the capital, how can you pretend not to see you? From the Orthodox Academy to the Ivy Banquet, from the announcement of Mei Lisa on the Rigong Shinto to the first place in the Grand Examination, there are too many people. Someone deliberately let the empress see you."
Chen Changsheng said, "So what if you see it?"
The old man Tianji said: "If you are really Prince Zhaoming, then you are the most fatal gap for your mother to change her life against the sky. If you stay in the capital for one more day, and she sees you for one more day, it will be unimaginable torture for her. If she keeps letting you go, then you will eventually become her nemesis. The night you were at the Orthodox Academy two years ago, many people actually felt it. I have been calculating these days and finally confirmed it. Sure enough, there is nothing wrong."
After hearing these words, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time.
The so-called starry sky and the so-called destiny are all presented on the Tianshu tablet. The so-called defying the sky and the so-called changing fate are all recorded in Wang Zhice's notes. He has seen it, he has read it, and he remembers it very clearly. The lines woven by the stars on the Tianshu tablet are indeterminate. Wang Zhice wrote at the beginning of his notes: There is no fate!
"No fate," he whispered.
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