Old Mrs. Tang looked at him quietly for a long time, like looking at a strange rock that couldn't be seen to be beautiful.
Qiu Shanjun smiled and said, "Is this request strange?"
Old Mrs. Tang said: "It's really strange, because the one standing outside the door is Chen Changsheng, not Xu Yourong."
Qiu Shanjun said: "I think Chen Changsheng's request is very reasonable."
Old Mrs. Tang said, "Why?"
Qiu Shanjun said with a smile: "Your second child poisoned the eldest."
Mrs. Tang mocked and said, "You know?"
Qiu Shanjun said: "I didn't see it, neither did Junior Sister, but he is Chen Changsheng, a student of Shang Xingzhou, if I don't believe him, who should I trust?"
Old Mr. Tang's eyes were still slightly squinted, his eyes looked like the ancient well in the yard, deep and deep, and it became colder and colder because of the falling snow.
The voice that came out of his lips was also so cold that it made one feel a little creepy.
"So what if it's true? His Majesty Emperor Taizong killed all his brothers, created a peaceful and prosperous world, and became a wise king through the ages."
Old Mrs. Tang said expressionlessly: "Even if my second child poisons me, as long as the family business is undefeated, then it will be fine."
Hearing these words, Mr. Qiu Shan gradually suppressed his smile and looked into the eyes of the old man quietly.
"But your second child is colluding with the demons."
From the time he walked into the Tang family's old house and started talking with the old man, Qiu Shanjun's tone has always seemed very casual and natural, like a well-behaved and lovely junior.
Many of his sentences end with the word ah.
Not filial.
Ugly.
Pretty good.
Makes sense.
Young men and women in Jiangnan speak with a nice accent, babbling and babbling.
When he said this sentence, he still ended it with the word ah, but this time the feeling was completely different.
The wind and snow in the north are too heavy. If you want to spread the military order farther, you have to shout loudly so that your comrades can hear it.
run!
Go!
kill!
Come and save someone!
Qiu Shanjun didn't say this sentence, but shouted it out.
"Your second child is colluding with the demons."
His expression is very serious, his will is very firm, his voice is as steel as iron, so bright that he can pierce the wind and snow, and be heard by both living and dead companions.
No matter how heavy the wind and snow are today, it can't cover his voice, and everyone around the old house can hear it.
I believe that it won't be long before the entire Wenshui City will hear it, and then the entire mainland will hear it.
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The old house was unusually quiet, deadly still, and Xueluo was also silent.
Old Mrs. Tang narrowed his eyes, looked at Mr. Qiu Shan, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Is it very enjoyable?"
Qiu Shanjun had regained his composure, and said, "It feels good."
Old Mrs. Tang said, "Is it necessary to do this?"
Qiu Shanjun said: "Some things, if you don't want to speak out, then people may never be heard."
Old Mrs. Tang said: "Do you think the whole world must believe your words?"
Qiu Shanjun said: "I have spent twenty years protecting my reputation. Now that I think about it, it may be for the world to trust me once."
Old Mrs. Tang didn't speak.
When it comes to fame, no one can match Mr. Qiu Shan.
Many things and many people have proven this over the years.
In Mount Li, neither Su Li nor the head of the sect could speak as easily as he did.
In Tiannan, even Wang Po is not as convincing as Lord Qiushan, because Wang Po is from Tianliang County after all.
Qiu Shanjun said: "Back then, my uncle had no money, so this yellow paper umbrella was left in Wenshui. After that incident, you promised my uncle that as long as he saw this umbrella, you would promise him one request. Know about it, but I know."
Old Mrs. Tang's eyes fell on the old umbrella in his hand.
"This umbrella is still somewhat different from the previous one after all."
"Yes, something is missing."
Qiushan Jun reached out and pulled out a sword from the scabbard at his waist.
This sword is as clear as autumn water, which is obviously extraordinary.
Looking at the sword, Mrs. Tang's pupils shrank slightly. Even a big man like him was a little surprised.
"He didn't take the sword away?"
"Master Uncle left me the sword and the umbrella to Chen Changsheng. Now that we are both here, it means he has come."
Qiushan Jun inserted the sword into the handle of the old umbrella.
There was no sound, as if the sword was originally part of the umbrella.
Seeing an umbrella is like seeing a person.
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When Chen Changsheng entered the old house again, he found that Rob had left, but the umbrella was still there.
Looking at the old umbrella, he was silent for a while, thinking that he was indeed better than Senior Su Li, so he didn't take the umbrella away.
"If you want an hour in Wenshui City, I'll give it to you."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "But you can't use people from the state religion, you can only use people from my Tang family."
Because of the agreement back then, he agreed to Chen Changsheng's request, but it was obviously impossible for him to allow the priests of the Orthodox Church to search the houses of the Tang family, let alone allow the cavalry of the Orthodox Church to rampage in Wenshui City. It is the bottom line of the Tang family.
The problem is that neither Chen Changsheng nor other big figures in the state religion know the specific situation of each house of the Tang family. Are people really willing to contribute
All in all, it is absurd, even ridiculous, to use members of the Tang family to investigate the affairs of the Tang family.
But Mrs. Tang will never make any more concessions.
Chen Changsheng said: "I don't need to give me this hour in Wenshui City."
Old Mrs. Tang said, "Then who is it for?"
Chen Changsheng said, "I have a friend."
Old Mrs. Tang's eyes narrowed.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "You once gave him twenty years, but now you don't want to give him even one hour?"
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The ancestral hall of the Tang family is very old, as old as the old house, and older than the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.
Whether it's the white walls that are repainted every three years, or the black eaves that are repaired every seven years, no matter how temporary it looks, it can't completely cover up the radiance from the brick seams and eaves. The atmosphere of those ancient vicissitudes.
There are many memorial tablets in the ancestral hall, many incense candles are lit on the table, and there is a futon in front of it.
That futon was also very old.
I don't know if it's because of the environment, but the face of the young man sitting on the futon also has a sense of vicissitudes.
The beards on his face were of different lengths, and he looked very messy, his hair was even more messy, and his clothes were a little dirty, which could be described as unkempt.
His eyes used to be bright, even sharp, but now they are completely dead.
His lips are still so thin, but all the meanness and joy that were once there have been reduced to silence.
After being imprisoned here, he did not speak for half a year.
In the empty and quiet ancestral hall, his figure is so lonely.