Facing it was a very simple wooden door.
But the stone eaves on the door are extremely exquisite and exaggerated, even higher than the height of the door itself, with countless plaques lined up from top to bottom.
Chen Changsheng looked up, and vaguely saw many familiar inscriptions.
Those signatures belonged to His Majesty the Emperors and Popes of all ages.
There are the emperors of the Zhou Dynasty, the emperors of the previous dynasty, and the name of His Majesty the Emperor who was older and which he only read in books.
He was more familiar with the names of those popes, and found that His Majesty the Pope at the bottom was his master.
His Majesty the emperor at the bottom is Emperor Taizong.
There is no Holy Empress Tianhai, and there is no previous Pope.
Obviously, before the old man in the Tang family's old house passed away, the previous Pope and the Empress Tianhai, who were his contemporaries, were not qualified to leave a mark.
The old priest of the Tang family stood aside, his expression didn't change, and he didn't seem to be urging.
For these old people of the Tang family, such scenes have happened countless times in the past countless years.
This is the true background of the Tang family, because these are all visible histories, which are extremely real, and even seem a little real.
Snow suddenly fell in the sky, the snow was not heavy, and it was fluttering around the old house.
Chen Changsheng took out an old umbrella from nowhere, opened it, and walked into the yard.
Looking at the old umbrella, the expression of the old priest of the Tang family finally changed, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
The main entrance of the old house is very simple, as is the main courtyard. The flat bluestone is laid on the ground, washed by countless years of wind and rain, and stepped on by countless people's feet. It is as smooth as a mirror. When you walk on it, it is very Is it hard to think that Emperor Taizong also walked through the same place back then, Zhou Dufu may have stepped on the bluestone you are stepping on at this time, and the old well you saw, or Wang Zhice also drank the water in it. When Su Li walked into the small courtyard, did he open an umbrella
The old Tang family worshiped at the gate of the courtyard.
Chen Changsheng walked up the stone steps with an old umbrella, came to the front of the house, and looked inside.
There is a high threshold between the inside and outside of the house.
He stands on the threshold.
The old man is within the threshold.
In fact, the man's hair was all white, but he didn't look old.
It's just that his eyes are like an old well in the courtyard, as if nothing in the world can cause waves.
Is this Mrs. Tang
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For thousands of years, the most mysterious thing on the entire continent is of course the black robe of the demon army division.
For many people, Mrs. Tang in Wenshui City is equally mysterious.
The world only knows that Mrs. Tang is the richest person in the mainland, even when Mrs. Tianji was alive, he was far inferior to him.
The world also knows that Mrs. Tang is one of the most powerful people in the mainland, even the Empress Tianhai has nothing to do with him.
The world also knows that Mrs. Tang is the longest-lived person in the mainland. People have seen him as far back as Emperor Taizu.
But no one knows how much money old Mr. Tang has, what kind of terrifying power he possesses, and how old is he
And to this day, no one knows what the true realm and strength of the old man Tang is.
Back then, Tianji Pavilion couldn't find it. Of course, even if it found it, I wouldn't dare to say it.
After becoming the head of the family, Mrs. Tang has never fought against anyone again, and it has been hundreds of years.
Some people analyzed that Mrs. Tang must have stepped into the sacred realm long ago, but he didn't care about it and didn't need the secular fame, so the world didn't know it. Otherwise, why would he be able to support the sky above Wenshui City, why should he stand against the saints, most of the wind and rain in all directions would perform the junior ceremony when they met him
Of course, there are also many people who object to this view, thinking that the Tang family has such a detached position on the mainland because of unimaginable wealth and deep-rooted influence, and Mrs. Tang is just good at running the family, not like people. As powerful as imagined.
No matter what kind of conjecture it is, it is conjecture after all, and it seems that it will never be proved.
Still no one knew what kind of person old Mrs. Tang was.
Except for some old people in Wenshui City and a few descendants of the Tang family's old house, no one even knew what Mrs. Tang looked like.
When he was at the National Education College in Kyoto, Chen Changsheng had heard Tang Sanshiliu talk about Mrs. Tang many times. In Tang Sanshiliu's narration, his grandfather was a kind, funny grandfather who liked to hold his only grandson on his lap. The old man who told him stories of the past.
The Mozu's moon travels through the cotton-like clouds, and the wind blows the sails, which look like stars connected into ropes at night.
The scenery is changing all the time, and people naturally have many sides, and they will also change.
The grandfather in Tang Sanshiliu's eyes naturally couldn't be the real Mrs. Tang, or it couldn't be all Mrs. Tang.
What's more, the current Mrs. Tang has another grandson.
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When Chen Changsheng went to Hanqiu City a few years ago, he passed by Wenshui. Mrs. Tang gave him a gift, but he didn't see him.
Today was the first time he saw Mrs. Tang, and even he was inevitably a little nervous.
But he didn't show it.
He calmly shook the snowflakes off the old umbrella, put the old umbrella away on the wall, then crossed the threshold and entered the house.
Regardless of his movements or expressions, he is very natural, just like coming home.
Old Mrs. Tang is more natural, because this is his home in the first place.
Old Mrs. Tang was eating porridge, which was delicious, and he could hear the sound clearly.
Apart from the porridge bowl, there were also a few small dishes on the table, all of which looked ordinary.
Not long after, Mrs. Tang drank all the porridge in the bowl, wiped his mouth with a towel, and said to him: "There is a saying, telling the old man to drink porridge is shameless and obscene. He answered this sentence."
Chen Changsheng was stunned for a moment before he understood the meaning of this sentence.
He looked at the white porridge left in the eye basin, thought for a while and said, "If you want to strengthen your teeth, you can't eat too hard, but it's not appropriate to eat porridge all at once."
Old Mrs. Tang put the towel back on the table, and said, "I don't think my life is too long, why would I drink porridge every day? This is just breakfast."
Chen Changsheng didn't follow this sentence, and said: "To keep a living, it's very good to cook some millet porridge or oatmeal for breakfast, but rice is easy to hurt the stomach."
Old Mrs. Tang glanced at him and asked, "Are you very good at these?"
Chen Changsheng said calmly: "My medical skills may not be as good as Master, but he is not as good as me in terms of health preservation."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at him and said, "Since he claims that his medical skills are not as good as your master's, why did you come to see me and tell me to cure my wind and cold?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Healing the sick and saving the patient is what a doctor should do, and I am the Pope, so I should do it even more."
Old Mr. Tang's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "You think your master is not qualified to cure diseases and save lives?"
Chen Changsheng's expression remained the same, and he said: "If the name is not right, the words will not go well, and if the words don't go well, nothing will happen."
This sentence is very interesting. If Xiang Wang and others listen to this sentence, they should savor it for a longer time and try to taste more meaning.