Rob listened quietly for a while. This kind of story of slaves bullying their masters is very common in all families.
The dog barks louder and louder at its owner, either because it is mad, or more likely because it is seeking refuge with a new owner.
To prove their loyalty to their new owners, these dogs would never mind barking and even biting hard at their original owners.
He ignored the stewards who smelled of alcohol at the corner door, drifted down in the gorgeous courtyard, and came to the window of the main house.
Even though it was late at night, the lights were still on in the house, or it was because the owner of the house had slept for too long and was about to sleep for a long time, so he didn't want to sleep.
The shellfish oil produced in Zhuozhou will not have any smoke, will not smoke the eyes, and the light is also beautiful. When it falls on the face of the middle-aged man, it is painted golden.
The middle-aged man was very thin, with sunken eye sockets, coupled with his golden face, he looked like some kind of sacrifice rather than a living person.
Rob stood outside the window, quietly looking at the middle-aged man on the bed, tapping silently with his fingers holding the hilt of the sword, at an increasing speed until he could hardly see clearly.
If the disciples of Nanxizhai saw this scene, they might be able to think of the actions of the saint when she used her life astrolabe to deduce it.
Yes, he is also deducing, but he is not using a horoscope but a sword.
In the end, he couldn't find anything unusual in the courtyard, and couldn't figure out any problems. It didn't seem like he was poisoned.
If it is really a disease, even my junior sister can't cure it, and of course I can't cure it myself.
Rob left the manor with a bit of regret and apology, and returned to the shore of Wenshui.
Looking at the manor on the other side of the river, he thought silently, since this is the long house, then the opposite is the second house
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On the first day His Majesty the Pope arrived in Wenshui, he made a bottle of cinnabar pill.
The next day, Taoist Baishi, a tycoon of the state religion who accompanied him here, disappeared. His Majesty the Pope received the second master of the Tang family and encountered an assassination at night.
On the third day, he led a lot of people out of the Taoist temple, and the chariot went up Wenshui, and arrived outside a manor under the uneasy eyes of countless people.
This manor belongs to the family of the Tang family. It has been half a year since the seriously ill uncle of the Tang family moved back from the old house.
Half a year ago was also the day when Tang Thirty-Six was imprisoned in the ancestral hall. I don't know if there is any connection between these two things.
If it was a few days ago, the gate of the manor must have been closed tightly, and the servants were scattered around chatting about the master's house, but today is different. After receiving the news, after the initial panic, everything returned to calm.
The middle door had already been opened, and the stewards and servants were kneeling on both sides, extremely respectful and silent, and the rules of the family could be seen everywhere.
But Chen Changsheng still felt that something was wrong.
It's not because there are people watching from under the willow trees on the other side of the river, but because there's something wrong with the smell in the air.
Nan Ke followed beside him, sniffed it like a puppy, and said, "There is ashes."
The steward who just rushed over from the old house of the Tang family, before he had time to say anything, heard this and couldn't help but change his expression slightly.
Chen Changsheng looked at the straight road made of white marble under his feet, looked at the wet marks left on it, and knew that it had just been cleaned.
The reason why he had just cleaned up was of course to welcome him, but it could also be inferred that the cleaning was not done with care on weekdays.
Chen Changsheng walked towards the manor without saying anything.
Entering the gorgeous courtyard, he saw a woman dressed in simple clothes but still full of luxury. From her eyebrows, she could tell that she should be Tang Sanshiliu's mother.
Looking at the crowd entering the courtyard, especially the young man in the middle, the woman said with a trembling voice: "The believer Lin Suyan pays homage to His Majesty the Pope."
After saying this, she bowed down to Chen Changsheng.
How could Chen Changsheng accept this obeisance, and said: "Mrs. Tang is excused."
Madam Tang naturally wouldn't get up just like that, but still knelt down.
Fortunately, Chen Changsheng had anticipated this would happen beforehand, and had already made arrangements.
There was a sudden breeze in the courtyard, and everyone didn't see anything clearly, only to see the little girl next to His Majesty appearing beside Mrs. Tang.
Nanke supported Mrs. Tang's hand, and Mrs. Tang naturally could no longer kneel down.
Looking at this scene, the expression of the manager of the old house of the Tang family remained unchanged, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Many people know that the second master of the Tang family visited the Taoist Hall yesterday, and His Majesty the Pope was bowed down by him.
His Majesty the Pope's attitude towards the senior house and the second house is different, anyone can think of it, but why is it so straightforward
Chen Changsheng did not accept Mrs. Tang's salute, but greeted him as a junior.
It wasn't until this moment that Mrs. Tang knew that the things in the rumors were true, and the letters sent back by the Orthodox Academy were also true.
His Holiness the Pope is really close to her son, almost like a brother.
"I want to visit my uncle." Chen Changsheng said.
Mrs. Tang had no reason to refuse, so she prepared to lead the way ahead.
Suddenly there was a coughing sound.
The steward of the Tang family's old house coughed twice, first glanced at Mrs. Tang, then looked at Chen Changsheng, and said humbly, "My uncle is seriously ill, and His Majesty's Eucharist is important. If there is anything wrong, it is really my Tang family's fault." , Your Majesty, please..."
The words were not finished, but the meaning was very clear. The Tang family did not want Chen Changsheng to see the elder of the house.
Chen Changsheng had met the steward of the old house before, and it was this steward who handed him the yellow paper umbrella many years ago.
Reunited today, the manager's attitude is still respectful, even better than before, but there is a faint sense of defensiveness inside.
Chen Changsheng didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.
The steward of the old house suddenly felt the pressure suddenly increased, but he still forced himself to say: "The instructors of Qingyao Thirteenth Division have come to see it, that is... the one from Shengnvfeng also came to see it in person, and there is nothing you can do. Why bother, Your Majesty?" Just cause sadness?"
Mrs. Tang glanced at the steward, but she didn't say anything to refute, but her sleeves trembled slightly.
Chen Changsheng suddenly asked, "Did the Daoist come to see it?"
The steward of the old house thought he heard it wrong, and he didn't know what to say. He thought to himself, what kind of status is the Taoist, how could he leave the capital and come to Wenshui to heal the uncle
Chen Changsheng asked again: "Has His Majesty the Emperor come here?"
The manager of the old house was even more confused, thinking to himself that His Majesty the Emperor has everything to do every day, so why would he come here
"Only their medical skills are better than mine in the world. Since none of them came, who is more qualified than me to say whether this disease can be cured or not?"
After saying this, Chen Changsheng followed Mrs. Tang to the inner house, ignoring this person again.
The king of Ling Hai stayed behind with dozens of priests, and stopped the people from the Tang family outside.
The steward of the old house relied on his own identity to follow up, but he failed.
The King of Ling Hai stared at him blankly, and said, "You like coughing a lot? Go ahead."
The steward of the old house has a very high status in Wenshui City, but what can he do with the state religion giant
Seeing Chen Changsheng's figure disappear into the corridor of the inner house, he was so anxious and angry that he really coughed.