Choosing the latter, the Tang family is very likely to win a turmoil, and may even split, but the former has a greater chance of winning in the end.
Then this multiple choice question is very simple.
Old Mrs. Tang decided to support Shang Xingzhou, so naturally he had to give up on Chen Changsheng.
Mrs. Tang decided to pass on the Tang family to the second house, so naturally he started to suppress the head house.
If Tang Thirty-Six was a mediocre person, perhaps this matter would be relatively simple.
But he is not, and he has a friend who is His Majesty the Pope.
So Mrs. Tang could only lock him into the ancestral hall.
He may be imprisoned for a lifetime, until he becomes a white-haired lunatic decades or a hundred years later.
Of course, it was more likely that when Shang Xingzhou accepted the state religion again and got rid of Chen Changsheng, he would be given a bowl of poison.
Yes, poison, dagger, white silk, earth pit, no matter which method is used, it is death after all.
If it was a few years ago, Tang Thirty-Six certainly didn't think the old man would do this.
Now he has already understood that the so-called kind grandfather is just an illusion, or an illusion.
Old Mrs. Tang hugged him on his lap, telling those long-ago stories, depicting the splendor of the future, pampering him extremely, this is of course love.
But what he loves is not the little boy in his arms and lap, but the future of the Tang family.
Now, Mrs. Tang has arranged a new future for the Tang family and has a new grandson.
Then, for the future of the Tang family, how much he doted on Tang Thirty-Six back then, and how cruel he is now.
From the moment he figured this out, Tang Thirty-Six never expected his grandfather to let him out.
He didn't want to be imprisoned in the ancestral hall for a lifetime, and he didn't want to die silently.
He wanted to get out of here, but he didn't try.
Because on the second day after he was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, many loyal subordinates of his father tried to rescue him.
Those people all died, and afterward, more people died in the Changfang.
He could only be more silent.
He could only pretend not to see the notes caught in the stones thrown from outside the wall, or the secret marks engraved on the bottom of the dishes.
Gradually, there were no more urchins throwing stones into the wall, and no kites appeared in the sky.
The main entrance of the ancestral hall has not been opened for a long time.
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No matter how well maintained it is, when a door that has not been opened for a long time is opened again, there will always be some unpleasant creaking noises.
The main gate of the ancestral hall opened, and a cold winter wind mixed with snowflakes came in.
Tang Thirty-Six sat on the futon and stared at some place in the top row of tablets without looking back.
The old priest of the Tang family walked behind him and said, "The old master has something to say to you."
There were no gossips after a long absence, no greetings, not even a summary of the past.
The old priest looked at his back without any expression on his face.
"You need to find out whether the second master has poisoned and whether he has colluded with the demons."
"You have an hour. During this time, the entire Tang family is yours."
Tang Thirty-Six did not turn around, but still quietly looked at the tablet-like tablets in the dark ancestral hall.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally spoke.
When he spoke for the first time in half a year, his voice was a little hoarse, and his pronunciation was a little stiff.
"Is that guy here?"
The old priest said: "Yes."
Tang Thirty-Six still didn't turn around, and asked, "What did he say to the old man?"
The old priest was silent for a while, and repeated the conversation between Chen Changsheng and Mrs. Tang in the old house, without a single word mistake.
Then he said, "You've wasted two cups of tea."
"This is the Tang family. If I want to do something, how can I need so much time?"
Tang Thirty-Six stretched himself, and dust burst out from his clothes.
He stretched this lazy waist very stretchedly, and he could even faintly hear the sound of clicking.
Then, he got up from the ground, patted the dust off his buttocks, took out a Taishi chair from the ancestral hall and sat on it.
Now he is still unkempt and covered in dust, but his eyes are no longer indifferent, but extremely bright, even a little sharp.
There was no feeling of lifelessness anymore, his body was full of vitality that came from nowhere.
Looking at this scene, the elder priest of the Tang family narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The monster of the Longevity School is called Chusu? The name is very arrogant, I appreciate it."
Tang Thirty-Six reached out to take a bowl of tea from the dumb servant, took a sip and continued, "If he has left Wenshui by now, where can I catch him?"
The old priest didn't know what he was thinking of, with a strange expression on his face, he said: "From the first day he entered the city, the old man has sent people to watch him, and he can't leave."
"Then what else do I need to do?" Tang Thirty-Six put his index finger into the tea bowl to dip some tea, flicked at the densely packed tablets behind him, and said, "As for the second one, it's very simple. Don't worry about it, I have my own way to prove the relationship between the second uncle and the demons to the old man."
The old priest said blankly, "Then what are you going to do at this time?"
"Call over Seventh Uncle, call Sixteenth Uncle over here, and invite Uncle Jiaer Lane over here."
Tang Thirty-Six said casually, "It's been a long time since I saw these relatives, let alone, I really miss it."
The old priest didn't know why he wanted to meet these people, and what it had to do with the two things he wanted to investigate.
The people guarding outside the ancestral hall did not know either.
But Mrs. Tang made it very clear that Tang Thirty-Six was in charge of all Wenshui City at this hour.
Don't say that he just wanted to see these few people, even if he wanted to call the whole clan to the ancestral hall, he had to do so.
Even if the snow was a bit heavy today, no one dared to disobey the will of Mrs. Tang. It didn't take long for the three people to come to the ancestral hall.
Looking at Tang Sanshiliu who was sitting in the grand teacher's chair, the three of them felt very complicated, and they didn't know how to face him.
When the Pope came to Wenshui City, the door of the ancestral hall opened. I heard that the old man gave Tang Sanshiliu a lot of power. What does this mean
Could it be that the long room, who was about to lose power, was about to stand up again
"It's nothing else, the old man gave me a rare hour to let the air go, saying that I can do whatever I want."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at them and said, "So I called the three of you to come and play cards with me."
The three of them were a little surprised, looked at each other, and then looked at the old priest.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the old priest and said, "You can do anything, including playing cards, of course?"
The old priest said blankly, "Yes."
The table was soon ready.
The emerald green Polygonatum mahjong pieces are arranged neatly and look very comfortable.
"It's pleasing to watch, Uncle Seven, don't you think?"
Tang Thirty-Six gently rubbed the back of the card with his fingertips, and said with emotion: "I don't know how the scenery in the bamboo garden is like in this cold winter."
Including his seventh uncle, the other three at the poker table just looked at the cards in front of them, neither responding nor responding.
"Let people from Fengtang go over and have a look, and seal up the bamboo garden, so that neither the files nor anyone inside can be lost." Tang Thirty-Six looked at the card and said.
The old priest didn't speak, and he nodded slightly without looking carefully.
Outside the ancestral hall, there were countless subordinates in charge of the old house waiting, and then they left.
Hearing these words, the Seventh Uncle finally couldn't help but look up at Tang Thirty-Six.
Tang Thirty-Six didn't respond, he touched a card and continued, "Yunzu goes to Jingyu, Chuantang goes to Hesi, I want Jingyu's map, and Hesi's bill."
At this time, the remaining two people on the poker table finally raised their heads.