For countless years, she has seen many heroes, high-spirited, gentle, caring, compassionate, and countless talented and powerful men, self-respecting, gentle, and wives and children. Among these people, only That man made her feel intimidated, even though she has now caught up with him, even though she often shows mocking and disdainful expressions when mentioning that man, she must admit that until today, that man's name can still make her Feeling a little cold.
Or it was because when she faced that man, she was just a naive, lively, cute little girl who knew nothing about the world, while he was the strongest in the world, who was still alive but was destined to become the emperor of all ages in history. father
"Your Majesty Taizong, you have been dead for so many years, do you still refuse to rest in peace?"
She looked up at the starry sky, looking at the position where the brightest star had existed many years ago, and frowned after a long silence.
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This night in early autumn is really long, and it is easy to remind people of old people.
When Empress Tianhai thought of Emperor Taizong, Zhou Tong was also thinking of Shang Xingzhou, the former dean of the Orthodox Academy.
Zhou Tong is a pure villain, he enjoys the pain of his enemies and even his friends—although he has no real friends except Xue Xingchuan—this does not mean that he is crazy or has problems with his mind, on the contrary, he is more sober than most people in the world And reason, and this is the real evil.
If he wanted to continue such a beautiful life, he needed to maintain his own status, and he had to ensure that the throne of the Holy Empress was unshakable.
Looking at it now, the person who is most likely to shake the Empress's throne is of course Chen Changsheng.
Maybe he will die within a few days, but Zhou Tong will not take any risks, just wait in silence like this.
This was a question posed by Shang Xingzhou, the Royal Family and other powerful forces. He felt that he had found a way to solve this question, but first he had to find this question.
In the process of thinking about how to solve the problem, his admiration for Shang Xingzhou grew deeper and deeper, and he even felt awe in the end.
This world is the world of the strong, one person can control the wind and rain, and one sage can shake the world in all directions.
Shang Xingzhou is a well-deserved strongman, a master of the orthodox state religion. Although his reputation is not obvious and he is not included in the wind and rain, everyone knows that he must have stepped into the sacred realm long ago, and his realm and strength are unpredictable, but he really What awed Zhou Tong was his foresight.
He raised Chen Changsheng for fifteen years in the old temple in Xining Town without teaching him anything, so he was sent directly to Kyoto, and then wrote a letter to the Pope.
He is still alive, which should have been the Pope's kindness to him back then, but now it has become his weapon. As for the orthodox fellowship of the state religion, it is naturally also a weapon. As a representative of the old school of state religion, Mei Lisha is an old man who is determined to help the royal family regain the throne. He may have known Chen Changsheng's identity a long time ago, so he was so anxious, and even helped Chen Changsheng grow up like a seedling. It took just two years to become the successor of the state religion. In this way, when the Holy Queen wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, the state religion would definitely protect Chen Changsheng, and the weak alliance would naturally collapse. The Holy Queen lost her biggest supporter, and the Chen royal family would naturally be restored!
Just such an insignificant matter as sending Chen Changsheng to the capital broke the peace of the Great Zhou Dynasty for nearly twenty years!
It is said that saints use the world as a chessboard, and they have no regrets when they fall. Shang Xingzhou dares to use saints as pawns, and the inheritance of state religion as a means. As for feelings, experiences, and human hearts, he has them at his fingertips and can be discarded at will. Great conspirators!
These are of course Zhou Tong's own deduction, because he is also a conspirator.
The more he admired Shang Xingzhou, the more he regretted that he didn't directly kill Chen Changsheng earlier.
"What I want is not the process, but the result."
He stood on the stone steps, looked at his subordinates kneeling in the yard, and said with a smile: "I don't care how you analyze and judge, I want to watch him die."
He is not a pervert, so whether it is execution or abuse of ministers, he will not deliberately act quiet and refined, or have a shy smile on his lips. When he laughs, he usually feels that the development of the matter is speechless, so speechless that he can only smile wryly, just like this time.
"That's a living person, and he's a famous person. Most importantly, he's still a patient... In the end, you can't find where he is?"
Zhou Tong looked at the subordinates in the yard, but didn't finish everything.
Only he knew that Chen Changsheng was a dying person.
Whether famous or sick or dying, at the end of the day, people are easy to find.
The Clean and Official Department had thousands of spies and even more eyeliners, but it took half the night to find this person.
This made Zhou Tong really want to laugh.
Looking at the smiles on the adults' faces, none of the officials of the Cleansing Department in the yard felt relaxed, and none of them tried to laugh along with them without long eyes. The falling starlight looked particularly bleak.
Zhou Tong looked at the official kneeling in front, suppressed his smile, and said calmly: "The imperial court gives you the highest salary, so naturally I have the highest expectations for you."
This official is a full-time intelligence officer in the Ministry of Cleaning Officials. He usually goes in and out of all the government offices and the halls of the state religion, and is deeply respected. Couldn't help shaking violently.
Expectations are high, and disappointment is naturally high. He knows what he has to do, otherwise Master Zhou Tong will definitely use other methods to remind himself of the setback of tonight.
There was only a crackling sound, it was the sound of fingers breaking!
He abruptly broke off the little finger of his left hand, his face became even paler, with faint pain, and his voice trembled.
"Humble and incompetent, please give me another half an hour, sir, I will definitely be able to find that person!"
Zhou Tong looked at the official without any change in expression. Cheng Jun frowned at the side. In his opinion, just breaking off a little finger is really not a matter of determination. If he was his direct subordinate in Tiqi, he would definitely ask the other party to cut off one of his arms .
In Cheng Jun's view, this severed finger seemed too merciful to Mr. Zhou Tong, but in the eyes of the officials of the Cleansing Department in the courtyard, this was already a very clear and terrifying warning. The subordinates began to search again in the night of Kyoto, and the movements and atmosphere became more rapid and tense than before.
"It took half the night to find no clues, indicating that the other party has the ability to cover his tracks... After all, he is the future Pope."
Cheng Jun followed Zhou Tong back into the room, poured him a cup of tea respectfully, and said in a low voice, "In my opinion, instead of searching aimlessly like this, it's better to find out where he's going after he leaves Orthodox Academy. Then we went there early to set up a bureau.”
There are countless precious teas in this small courtyard in Beibing Masi Hutong, but Zhou Tong only drinks one kind, that is Dahongpao produced in Tiannan.
At this time, what was brewing in the pot was also Dahongpao, and the tea soup poured into the cup was a bit lighter because of the lack of time.
Zhou Tong looked at the slightly rippling brown color in the teacup, and said, "If he could guess where he's going, Li Gong wouldn't be in such a hurry right now."
A sinister smile appeared on Cheng Jun's face, and he said, "Then we'll force him to show up."
Zhou Tong's eyes still fell on the teacup, as if he could see the color of the tea soup in the cup as long as he looked at it for a long time.
Hearing Cheng Jun's words, his expression remained the same, he let out a faint groan, and asked, "How forced?"
As the most arrogant member of the orthodox Eight Tigers, Cheng Jun's methods are always so simple and rude.
"Even if he wants to stay away from the wind and rain in the capital, he always has someone who cares." Cheng Jun gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go and catch some students from the Orthodox Academy, and some vendors in Baihua Lane, and chop them up." Throwing his hands and feet on Suzaku Street, I don't believe he won't get wind of it."
Zhou Tong suddenly laughed, as if the color of the tea soup in the cup was really thick.
The rich and fragrant Dahongpao looked like blood.
Just because it's bloody and brutal doesn't mean it's ineffective. Zhou Tong glanced out of the door. His subordinate officials would sneak into the night. I believe it won't take long. This crazy-sounding idea will spread throughout the entire capital, including Chen Changsheng. in the ears.
"Have you ever thought that this means an official war with Li Palace? When Chen Changsheng came to my place to ask for someone, the cavalry of the Orthodox Church surrounded me."
Zhou Tong looked at Cheng Jun and asked with a smile, with a deep meaning in his smile.
Cheng Jun knew that the other party wanted to know how firm he was.
He thought very clearly, just like Zhou Tong, if the Holy Empress loses power, she will definitely die.
That's why he came to Beibingmasi Hutong in person tonight, disregarding his usual vigilance, and handed over all the Tiqi to the command of Qinglisi.
He looked at Zhou Tong, maintained a humble posture, but said sharply with a heroic feeling: "Since you are dying, you can't give in any more!"
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No one would have guessed that Chen Changsheng had already returned to the Orthodox Academy at this time, or more precisely, he had returned to the alley outside the Orthodox Academy.
He was not aware of the bloody plan that the Cleaning Department had just drawn up.
He came to Baihua Lane not to prevent Zhou Tong from killing the students of the Orthodox Academy and the vendors around him when he went crazy, but to do something else.
He stood in the shadow of Baihua Lane, looking at the figures that appear and disappear - those of the imperial court and those of the Li Palace - and finally his eyes fell on the carriage at the street corner.
In the autumn of last year, in order to suppress the Orthodox Academy, the Tianhai Family and the New School of Orthodoxy sent many masters to challenge them through the proposal of performing martial arts. It was a very interesting story. At that time, he noticed this street corner. carriage.
Every time there is a battle, that carriage will definitely appear.
This carriage did not deliberately conceal its identity, and everyone knew that it came from the Purity Department.
Just knowing is not enough, Zhexiu specifically checked this carriage, and the information he found is now in his mind.
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Beibingmasi Hutong is not narrow, it is actually a straight street that can accommodate two carriages running side by side. The yamen of the Qing officials is also very large. Apart from the gloomy prison, there are countless buildings. The famous small courtyard with crabapple flowers is in the deepest part. It takes a long time to get here from outside the yamen, after countless roads. examine.
The carriage that came back from the Orthodox Academy drove directly into the yamen, along the gravel-paved road, passed the inspection and continued on. Those ferocious and terrifying three-headed black dogs did not show any abnormality, and finally came to the small courtyard. Outside.
The night was dark, but many people in Kyoto couldn't sleep, and so did the people in the courtyard.
Zhou Tong and Cheng Jun were sitting opposite each other drinking tea, wondering if they could taste the true taste of the tea at this time.
Following the announcements from outside the hospital, Cheng Jun's spirit perked up a little.
What this carriage brought back was the latest situation of the Orthodox Academy, and he was very concerned about this.
The courtyard door was pushed open, footsteps sounded, and then stopped, the official must have stopped and was standing on the ground of the small courtyard.
Cheng Jun turned his head and glanced into the courtyard, and found that the official lowered his head slightly, not intending to take the initiative to report, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.
As an important official of the imperial court, he has a very bad reputation, but his ability is actually good, and he is extremely strict. If it was a Tiqi officer who reported to him on official duties but was so lazy, he must have thrown the teacup in his hand long ago and refused to allow him avoid...
But this is Beibingsi Hutong, not his territory. He looks rough and cruel, but he is actually very smart. He will never discipline his subordinates in front of Mr. Zhou Tong. Just like before, he felt that the punishment of breaking the little finger of the clean official was too easy. Without saying a word, he also remained calm at this time.
But the next moment he couldn't keep calm anymore.
Because the official in the courtyard looked up.
It was a very young face.
Cheng Jun stood up in shock.
Zhou Tong turned around and looked into the courtyard, his pupils shrunk slightly, and a chill came over him suddenly.
Chen Changsheng.
The person who came was Chen Changsheng.
The whole capital was looking for him, and they searched for him overnight, but no one knew his whereabouts.
The assassins and killers of the Clean Officials Department were looking for him everywhere, but he turned up in the Clean Officials Department!
What does he want to do
Zhou Tong quietly looked at the young people in the courtyard, without saying a word, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
The Dahongpao in the teacup had been steeped for too long, the soup was as thick as blood and dazzling.
Chen Changsheng looked at him quietly, raised his right hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword in the autumn wind by his waist.
In this long autumn night, Zhou Tong has been looking for him, trying to kill him.
Little did they know, he was also looking for Zhou Tong and wanted to kill Zhou Tong.