Chen Changsheng didn't speak the whole time, but just listened quietly.
The conversation between Mrs. Tang's father and son did not hide his intentions.
So he heard a lot of secrets, not the actual secrets of the Tang family, but the deep secrets of the father and son.
Especially when he heard the last paragraph, he was a little surprised, but it didn't mean that he was completely ignorant of this matter.
In fact, the reason why the person who made the second master of the Tang family jealous appeared in the old house three days ago was at his request.
"Since you know that he is coming, what chance do you have?" Old Mrs. Tang said.
The second master of the Tang family regained his composure, and said calmly, "If he refuses to change his surname, he has no right to manage my Tang family's affairs."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at him expressionlessly and said, "What if I let him take care of it?"
After a moment of silence, the second master of the Tang family said: "I asked someone to drag him outside, so he can't come."
Old Mrs. Tang said, "Even so, what else can you do?"
The second master of the Tang family said calmly: "I can't do much, but at least I can kill my good nephew."
When he said this, he was too calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, so neither Chen Changsheng nor Old Master Tang reacted immediately.
"If Brother Tang dies, Father, you have no other choice but me."
This time, Mrs. Tang and Chen Changsheng heard his words clearly, and at the same time remembered a story in Daozang.
That story is too old and has no evidence, it is more like a legend, or a myth.
According to legend, in ancient times, there was an extremely powerful empire. One day, the emperor suddenly died of illness while patrolling the front line. The accompanying queen and prince were stranded on the wasteland by a heavy rain. With the support of his sister and ministers, the prince forged the will and ascended the throne first, and the empire fell into civil strife.
At that time, all the countries in the world launched a war against that empire, and the situation was very dangerous.
Dozens of days later, the empress and the prince returned to the capital under the protection of a minister who cared for his life.
Her Royal Highness, the princess who supported the new emperor, and the ministers of the DPRK expressed their willingness to pay enough for this matter, and hoped that the two sides could put aside their past differences, unite all forces, and fight against external aggressive forces. At that time, the new emperor was still powerful. For the sake of the overall situation, this seems to be The only way out, but the minister Gu Ming didn't think so.
At the Great Court Meeting in the early morning of that day, the Minister Gu Ming chopped off the new monarch's head with a single knife.
Then he said to Her Royal Highness the princess and the ministers loyal to the new king that there is only one emperor in the empire now.
You don't know what kind of future you should choose for the empire? Then I will help you eliminate a candidate, so that you don't need to suffer from anxiety and pain.
Because the only choice is the best choice.
(Note: This story comes from a very powerful novel, Jiang Ye. But please be clear, this does not mean that the story of Jiang Ye happened before Ze Tian Ji. I can clearly say that it is not like that, I am Recently, I re-watched Jiangye again, and I couldn’t help but want to write it for fun, this person is cheap...)
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What the second master of the Tang family said at this moment and what he was about to do were to some extent the same as the fairy tale mentioned in Daozang.
If Tang Thirty-Six were to die, what other choices would Mrs. Tang have
Of course, first of all he has to do what he says.
"Do you think you have the ability?" Mrs. Tang said, staring into the eyes of the second master of the Tang family.
The second master of the Tang family thought about the information he had received earlier, what happened in the granary, and the five types of people by the river, and he was a little lost.
"Yes, I didn't know until today that I never really understood my own family."
He looked at his father and said: "Just like you, the Tang family is still an old well with no bottom, but I am a member of the Tang family after all, and I know very well that there is no arrangement at the ancestral hall. As long as my people pass by, It will surely kill him."
Then he looked at Chen Changsheng and said: "Of course, I also want to thank His Majesty the Pope for coming. Wenshui City has been tense for two days, and today's chaos is caused by Your Majesty, but the more chaotic it is, the easier it is for me to take advantage of the chaos to arrange things." .”
Chen Changsheng didn't speak, and stood up directly.
Mrs. Tang looked at the second master of the Tang family and said, "Do you think you can still be charming?"
What happened today has proved that the Tang family is still the Tang family of the old master Tang. No matter how many years the second master of the Tang family has been secretly running it, as long as the old master Tang speaks, those subordinates who are loyal to the second master of the Tang family still dare not He moved casually, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
"If it's from the Tang family, I won't be able to transfer it."
The second master of the Tang family said calmly: "Fortunately, the head of the business gave me a batch of good assassins."
Which faction does the best assassin in the mainland belong to? The former Tianji Pavilion.
In the current Tianji Pavilion, most of the property has been owned by the Tang family, but the power in the dark night has belonged to the court.
To be more precise, those terrifying forces in the dark night are now handled by the Luoyang Changchun Temple.
These are of course secrets, but it is impossible to hide them from Mrs. Tang and Chen Changsheng.
So they knew that the second master of the Tang family was not lying, nor was he bluffing.
If the assassin of Tianji Pavilion sneaked into Wenshui City by taking advantage of the chaos, he would have already entered the ancestral hall by this time...
Chen Changsheng walked outside the house.
The second master of the Tang family looked at him and said, "It's too late."
Chen Changsheng stopped in his tracks.
The old house was quiet, almost dead.
No one expected that the second master of the Tang family would directly use such a thunderous method.
Looking back now, his previous silence, and even his incompetence, were naturally a disguise to make the Tang family's old house and the state religion relax their vigilance.
Mrs. Tang's eyes were unusually deep, probably because he knew that his grandson would really die this time.
The old Tang family is enshrined in the ancestral hall.
But the second master of the Tang family didn't mention it.
What this means, Mr. Tang knows very well.
The second master of the Tang family looked at Chen Changsheng's back and said, "Your Majesty, you might die today, are you mentally prepared?"
If Tang Thirty-Six died, Chen Changsheng would definitely find a way to kill the second master of the Tang family.
Old Mr. Tang had no other choice but to stand by his son.
There is bound to be a war between the state religion and the Tang family.
So what will Mrs. Tang do
The answer is self-evident.
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Wang Po stood on Jiming Mountain outside Wenshui City for three days.
When the wind and snow come, he is an old friend.
It's not that you are afraid to enter because you are close and timid.
Three days ago, he went into the city, went to the old house, and had a long talk with Mrs. Tang, but he failed to convince him.
If you can't convince the other party, what else can you do? Is it true that they draw their swords at each other when they disagree with each other
Old Mrs. Tang has looked at the world with cold eyes for hundreds of years. Even if he is extremely cold towards his own son, he is the only one who is extremely kind and impeccable.
No matter what, it was impossible for him to attack Old Mrs. Tang, and of course, even if he did, it would not necessarily be against Old Mrs. Tang's opponent.
Even he still doesn't know how deep the well in the old house is.
But standing outside the city, he was supporting Chen Changsheng, like a pawn.
But at this moment, sensing the movement in the old house and watching the faint commotion in the ancestral hall, he still didn't go down the mountain.
Because two sedan chairs came to Jiming Mountain.