The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy watched Chen Changsheng walk to the courtyard gate with complicated eyes and emotions.
The female disciple of Nanxizhai was waiting for him at the courtyard gate.
Chen Changsheng signaled the girls not to follow him, and walked out.
"This is the order of the vegetarian." Ye Xiaolian shouted angrily behind him.
Chen Changsheng knew that it was difficult to persuade these girls, so he said to Priest Xin who was meeting him outside the courtyard, "Please."
Priest Xin sighed, and waved his hand to signal the priests of the Bishop's Office and the cavalry of the Orthodox Church to come forward, surrounded the Orthodox Academy, and naturally stopped the girls from Nanxizhai inside.
Chen Changsheng looked at the Orthodox Academy, and silently bid farewell.
Three and a half years have passed since that spring.
I don't know when I will see you again, Ivy and Ren in the Orthodox Academy.
He wrote four letters and handed them to Su Moyu, just like Su Li did before he left, explaining everything that should be explained clearly.
The coldness at the wellhead of Beixinqiao is getting worse and worse. It only takes another two years for the little black dragon to escape.
He has no debts to this world, no burden on his shoulders, and he can move forward lightly.
Seeing his back disappearing in the depths of Baihua Lane, Reverend Xin had mixed emotions.
It didn't take long for the news of Chen Changsheng's departure from the Orthodox Academy to spread throughout the capital.
These days after late autumn, Zhou Tong is often not in the palace, but in the newly renovated office of Qing officials.
When the news reached Beibing Ma Sihu, he was drinking tea sitting on a brand-new Taishi chair that had taken too much effort to make it old.
What he drank tea was still the most expensive Dahongpao, and he still wore the same red official robe that smelled like blood.
His face was pale, his eyes were indifferent as if there were no human emotions, and he looked like a ghost.
"Get ready to welcome distinguished guests."
He gently put the teacup in his hand on the table, looked at the subordinates in the yard and said calmly.
The officials took orders, and began to run in a hurry, the atmosphere inside and outside Zhou Prison became extremely oppressive and chilling.
On the street in the distance, the man exuding an iron-like cold aura looked at the sky after hearing the news.
The sky is getting darker and darker, not because of the passage of time, but because the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. It is no longer the season of high and refreshing autumn, and it seems that the snow is about to fall.
It didn't take long for the latest information to spread to Beibing Masi Hutong—Chen Changsheng had entered the Li Palace.
In the small courtyard, several of the most loyal and powerful subordinates looked at the grand master's chair in front of the hall, wondering if the lord is thinking too much
With such a posture put on by the imperial court, even if that person is Chen Changsheng, would he still dare to break into Zhou Prison
"Going to Li Palace doesn't mean he won't go to other places today."
Zhou Tong looked at the red clay teapot in his hand, as if looking at a dead object, and said indifferently, "Just wait until he comes out."
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There are no four seasons in the deepest part of Li Palace, and naturally there is no cold winter, and there is no sign of snow falling in the sky that has been cut into squares.
Just like that pot of green leaves is still full of life, very tender, very green, gently swaying with the clear water, showing your beautiful waist.
There was no sign of illness on the Pope's face, but the wrinkles were much more numerous and deep, and he looked much older.
Just like the autumn before Merisa's death, the old man showed his old state in a short time.
Looking at the Pope's face, Chen Changsheng felt a little sentimental, a little sad, and a little bit aggrieved, for this land and for that starry sky.
The Pope is two years younger than Shang Xingzhou.
He knew very well that if the uncle's requirements for himself were not too much in conflict with the current situation of the world, so that it was always difficult to obtain a true peaceful mind, why would he age prematurely.
The Pope knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression, and said with a smile, "Are you thinking that good people don't live long?"
Chen Changsheng remained silent and nodded.
"I am not a good person." The Pope said: "Of course, even if this sentence is true, we cannot be a bad person because of it."
Chen Changsheng liked such words very much, opened his bright eyes, and said seriously: "Yes."
The Pope wiped off the water droplets on the green leaves, took a towel from him and wiped his hands, motioned him to sit down, and asked, "Your master is very quiet these days, don't you think it's strange?"
Whether it was the Anti-Decree of the Orthodox Academy or Wang Po's entry into the capital, it was a major event for the new dynasty, but Shang Xingzhou did not express any opinion on these matters, not even at the North-South Confluence Celebration.
Chen Changsheng knew very well that this was not in line with Master's disposition, but he really didn't care about these things.
"He has been trying to get the court to control the Tianji Pavilion these days." The Pope said: "It seems that it should be almost successful."
Even though Chen Changsheng didn't care about these things anymore, he couldn't help being shocked when he heard these words.
Tianji Pavilion is not an ordinary organization. It possesses unimaginable resources and power. It is really remarkable to continue to control the Tianji Pavilion.
In terms of importance, this matter cannot be overestimated.
Through the rebellion in Xuelao City, killing the most powerful enemy of the human race for thousands of years, temporarily solving the danger of the demons' southward invasion, and then, without hesitation, fully accepting the negotiating conditions of the Tianhai Dynasty, and pushing the north-south confluence to move forward in an extremely safe and cautious manner. Until the two parties sign a contract, if Shang Xingzhou even settles the Tianji Pavilion...
Even if he is reading in that small room in the palace and doesn't see many people, he will still be a god in the hearts of the world.
"For Senior Brother, it's not perfect."
The Pope looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "You know what his initial thoughts were."
Chen Changsheng knew.
For Shang Xingzhou, the most perfect situation is that when the Pope dies, he can regain the power of the state religion.
However, although he is the orthodox heir of the state religion, after all, so many things happened that year, and he is the Pope's brother, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to succeed the Pope.
So after the night in the Tianshu Mausoleum, he launched Mujiu Poetry immediately, trying to replace Chen Changsheng, but he failed.
It was precisely because he failed to successfully seize the state religion that he put in so much effort to ensure that the Tianji Pavilion would fall into his hands.
The Pope suddenly said: "Position is relative, and so is importance."
Chen Changsheng remembered the phrase "position is relative", which was written by Wang Zhice on the first page of his notes.
"Getting some sort of balance between position and importance so that the world doesn't dance with us is something I've been trying to do for years."
The Pope looked into his eyes and said, "Only in this way, ordinary people living in this world can live a little more securely."
Chen Changsheng understood.
In the later years of the first emperor, the Pope would support the Holy Empress. This time he supported the master and the Chen royal family. Now that the master and the imperial court are powerful, the state religion must go in the opposite direction, the farther the better.
This has something to do with emotion and sense of Tao, but it can also be said that it has nothing to do with it. This is an indiscriminate benevolence for all people in the world, but when it comes to specific things, it often seems so sticky and uncomfortable.
He also understood why the uncle said this to himself.
This is teaching, inheritance, and the current Pope's guidance to successors.
"Understand, it doesn't mean you can do it."
Chen Changsheng was fascinated for a while thinking about the wind and rain in Tianshu Mausoleum, the corpses beside the official road, and the blood and fire in the capital.
"Maybe, I still haven't learned how to be a big shot."
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