The whole continent knows that even the Holy Empress of Tianhai still respected Mrs. Tang back then.
Chen Changsheng knew better from Tang Thirty-Six that Mrs. Tang scolded Tianhai's family every day in the old house, but the empress herself was rarely involved.
The Holy Empress of Tianhai issued an order to summon Mrs. Tang to Beijing, but Mrs. Tang refused to accept the order. She seemed to be tough, but also explained some problems from the side.
Old Mr. Tang didn't like the Holy Empress Tianhai, in his eyes she was a demon queen.
But the Holy Empress Tianhai has always made him very afraid, and even admired him in some aspects.
Chen Changsheng said: "I want to use this cup of tea in exchange for you to listen to me say a few words."
If he entered the old house at the beginning and said those two sentences on his own, it would naturally be heard by Mrs. Tang.
But hearing doesn't mean being able to listen.
He wanted Mrs. Tang to listen to his two words seriously, and he had to listen.
Listen in your ears, listen in your heart.
Old Mrs. Tang still did not speak, perhaps this represented tacit consent.
"Uncle Tang is not sick, but poisoned."
This was the first sentence Chen Changsheng said.
Old Mrs. Tang's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't hear it.
"The second master of the Tang family colluded with the demons."
This is the second sentence Chen Changsheng said.
Old Mrs. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly put the teacup back on the table.
He looked at Chen Changsheng, without any emotion in his voice: "His Majesty's sword is indeed sharp, and the trajectory is very clear, but you shouldn't draw the sword today."
These two words are indeed swords.
These are the two swords of wisdom that Chen Changsheng has been preparing for a long time.
This is the sword technique he learned from Su Li.
Old Mrs. Tang and Su Li have known each other for many years and have a close relationship, so how could they fail to see through
Thus, the words His Majesty the Pope uttered for the first time from the mouth of the old man.
From this moment on, there will be no more elders and juniors, porridge and small tea, pouring tea and drinking tea, or making old friends.
"I am not taking the initiative to use the sword, but passive defense."
Chen Changsheng was not affected by the change in Old Master Tang's attitude, and said calmly: "That night in Xueling, it was the Tang family who first used the sword, and later in Hanqiu City, and last night, people wanted to kill me. reason."
Old Mrs. Tang said two words very succinctly: "Evidence."
Even if Chen Changsheng is the pope, he can't accuse the Tang family of anything without evidence.
This is the old house of the Tang family, not the Songshan military mansion. His opponent is not the princes and generals in the court, but the old man Tang.
"I have no evidence." Chen Changsheng continued without waiting for Mrs. Tang to express his opinion, "I don't have any evidence except for the words of the devil, and of course the words of the devil may be sowing discord, but I have witnesses, the princess of the demon clan Nan Customer, she is a little demented now, and she can't tell lies."
Mrs. Tang's eyes narrowed even more, not like an old fox, but like flake pages that have been weathered by wind and rain for many years in the mountains.
"Then what does His Majesty the Pope want me to promise you?"
"I need an hour."
"Time is yours."
"What I need is an hour in Wenshui City."
Chen Changsheng looked at Old Master Tang and said, "I will find out that monster of the Changshengzong within an hour, and he is the evidence."
What is an hour in Wenshui City? He didn't say it clearly, but his meaning was very clear. At this moment, he hoped that the Tang family could hand over the control of Wenshui City to the state religion. When the state religion was searching or even hunting down, the Tang family could not intervene.
There is no doubt that this is a very whimsical and even absurd idea.
For countless years, neither His Majesty the Emperor Taizong nor the Empress Tianhai had ever truly controlled Wenshui City.
Now that Chen Changsheng wanted to do this, even if it was only for a very short hour, it was absolutely impossible for him to be accepted by the Tang family.
The outcome of the negotiations seemed to be doomed from the very beginning.
But Chen Changsheng still brought it up, because he hoped that senior had already changed some of Mrs. Tang's thoughts.
Unfortunately, what he hoped to see did not happen.
"Three days ago, he sat where you are now, and said something about the same meaning to you, and I didn't agree."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "Unless His Majesty the Pope can persuade him to change his surname, there is no need to discuss this matter."
After a moment of silence, Chen Changsheng said: "Even if you clearly know that there is a problem within the Tang family, you clearly know that the evidence is in Wenshui City?"
"You think I care about this? Your Majesty, you are still too young to know how many dark and even dark things we old people have seen. If I don't want to believe it, I won't believe it. If you want to change my mind, you have to take Pay the price accordingly.”
Mrs. Tang glanced at the old umbrella outside the door and said, "It's not enough just to make me nostalgic."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, and said, "I hope you can think about it again."
Old Mrs. Tang said, "I've already made a decision."
Chen Changsheng said: "You don't need to worry, I can wait."
Old Mrs. Tang said: "I don't like outsiders in my house."
Chen Changsheng said, "I can wait outside the old house."
Old Mrs. Tang said, "Please go ahead."
Chen Changsheng got up and walked outside the house, crossed the threshold, picked up the old umbrella, and walked into the courtyard.
During the conversation with Mrs. Tang, the snow fell more and more, and a thick layer had accumulated on the bluestone floor, which was soft and comfortable to step on.
Chen Changsheng held up the old umbrella, and walked out of the old house under the guidance of the old priest.
The King of Ling Hai and others greeted him.
Chen Changsheng shook his head.
The expressions of the King of Ling Hai and the others did not change, because they had already thought in advance that Mrs. Tang would not be able to agree to that request.
The request of His Majesty the Pope, although logically speaking, is indeed the best way to directly uncover the shady scene and find out the main messenger, but...
What if the main messenger is Mrs. Tang? Even if it is not, Wenshui City is the Tang family, and the Tang family is Mrs. Tang. If His Majesty wants to lift the heavy curtains on Wenshui City, isn't it the same as wanting to lift Mrs. Tang's clothes to see what's going on inside? How could Mrs. Tang agree.
The King of Ling Hai and others were going to welcome Chen Changsheng back to the chariot, and return to the Taoist Hall for further discussion.
Chen Changsheng shook his head again, turned towards the old house of the Tang family, and stood in the snow like this.
Countless pairs of eyes fell on him, first puzzled, and then quickly turned into shock.
Is His Majesty the Pope going to just stand in the snow and wait for Mrs. Tang to change his mind
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