Rob listened quietly for a while, this kind of story of a slave bullying the master is common in all families.

The dog barks wildly at its owner, getting louder and louder, either because it is crazy, or more likely because it is going to take refuge in a new owner.

To prove their loyalty to their new owners, these dogs definitely don't mind barking at their original owners and even biting them hard.

He ignored the wine-smelling stewards at the corner gate, and floated down into the splendid courtyard to the window of the main house.

Even if it's late at night, the lights are still on in the house, or because the owner of the house has been asleep for too long and is about to sleep for a long time, so he doesn't want to sleep.

The shellfish oil produced in Zhuozhou will not have any smoke, it will not smoke the eyes, and the light is also beautiful, falling on the middle-aged man's face and painted gold.

The middle-aged man was very thin, his eye sockets were deep-set, and his face was full of gold, as if he was not a living person, but like some kind of sacrifice.

Rob stood outside the window, quietly looking at the middle-aged man on the bed, his fingers holding the hilt of his sword tapping silently, faster and faster, until he could barely see clearly.

If the disciples of Nanxi Zhai saw this scene, they might be able to think of the actions of the Holy Maiden when she deduced it with the horoscope.

Yes, he is also deducing, but instead of the natal astrolabe, he uses a sword.

In the end, he didn't find anything unusual in this courtyard, and he couldn't deduce anything wrong, and it didn't seem to be poisoning.

If it is really a disease, the junior sister can't cure it, and of course it can't be cured himself.

Rob left the manor with some regret and apologies and returned to the shore of Wenshui.

Looking at the manor on the other side of the river, he silently thought, since this is a long house, then opposite is the second room?

......

......

On the first day of His Majesty's visit to Wenshui, His Majesty refined a bottle of cinnabar pills.

The next day, the Anglican magnate Baishi Daoren, who had been with him, disappeared, and His Majesty the Pope met with the second master of the Tang family, and encountered an assassination at night.

On the third day, he led many people out of the Taoist temple, and the gods walked up the Wenshui River, and came to a manor outside the manor under the uneasy gaze of countless people.

This manor belongs to the Tang family's house, and it has been half a year since the seriously ill Tang family uncle moved back from the old mansion.

Half a year ago was also the day when Tang Thirty-six was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, I don't know if there is a connection between these two things.

If it had been a few days ago, the gates of the manor would have been closed, and the servants were scattered around gossiping about the master's house, but today was different, when His Majesty the Pope's priesthood was still a few miles away, the manor received the news, and after the initial panic, everything returned to calm.

The middle door had already been opened, and the stewards and servants knelt on both sides, extremely respectful, silent, and the rules of the family could be seen everywhere.

But Chen Changsheng still felt that something was wrong.

It's not that someone is faintly looking at this place under the willow trees on the other side of the river, but that something is wrong in the air.

Nanke followed him, sniffed like a puppy, and said, "There is ash." ”

The steward, who had just hurried from the Tang family's old house, heard this and couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

Chen Changsheng looked at the straight road made of white marble under his feet, looked at the remaining wet marks on it, and knew that he had just finished cleaning.

The reason why he just cleaned was of course to welcome his arrival, but it can also be inferred that he didn't do much cleaning on weekdays.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything and walked towards the manor.

Entering that gorgeous courtyard, he saw a woman who was dressed simply but was still full of luxury, and he could tell from her eyebrows that it should be Tang Thirty-six's mother.

Looking at the crowd of people who entered the courtyard, especially the young man in the middle, the woman's voice trembled slightly and said, "The faithful woman Lin Suyan pays a visit to His Majesty the Pope." ”

After saying this, she bowed to Chen Changsheng and fell down.

Where would Chen Changsheng accept this worship, and said, "Mrs. Tang is exempt. ”

Mrs. Tang naturally didn't get up and still knelt down.

Fortunately, Chen Changsheng expected that this might be the case in advance, and had already made arrangements.

The breeze suddenly rose in the courtroom, and everyone didn't see anything clearly, only to see the little girl next to His Majesty the Pope appear beside Madame Tang.

Nanke held Mrs. Tang's hand, and Mrs. Tang naturally couldn't kneel down anymore.

Looking at this scene, the expression of the steward of the old mansion of the Tang family remained unchanged, but there was some uneasiness in his heart.

Many people know that yesterday the second master of the Tang family went to visit the Taoist Palace, and His Majesty the Pope was bowed down by him.

His Majesty the Pope's attitude towards the long room and the second room is something that anyone can think of, but what is the reason for being so straightforward?

Chen Changsheng did not accept Mrs. Tang's salute, but greeted him as a junior.

It was only at this time that Mrs. Tang knew that the rumors were true, and the letters sent back by the National Education College were also true.

His Majesty the Pope is really close to her son, even like a brother.

"I want to go see my uncle. Chen Changsheng said.

Mrs. Tang had no reason not to follow, so she was ready to lead the way in front.

Suddenly, a cough sounded.

The steward of the old mansion of the Tang family coughed twice, first glanced at Mrs. Tang, then looked at Chen Changsheng, and said with a humble expression: "Uncle is very sick, Your Majesty's Holy Communion is important, if there is anything wrong, it is really my Tang family's sin, please ...... Your Majesty"

The words were not finished, the meaning was very clear, the Tang family did not want Chen Changsheng to go to see Uncle Changfang.

Chen Changsheng had seen this old house steward before, and the yellow paper umbrella was handed over to him by this steward many years ago.

Today's reunion, the steward's attitude is still respectful, better than back then, but there is a faint sense of precaution inside.

Chen Changsheng didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

The old house steward suddenly felt that the pressure increased sharply, but he still forced himself to say: "The teachers of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingyao have come to see it, so it is...... The Holy Maiden Peak has also come to see it in person, and there is nothing to do, so why should Your Majesty cause trouble in vain?"

Mrs. Tang glanced at the steward and did not refute it, but her sleeves trembled slightly.

Chen Changsheng suddenly asked, "Has Daozun come to see it?"

The steward of the old house thought that he had heard it wrong, and he was stunned and didn't know how to speak, thinking to himself what kind of identity Daozun had, how could he leave Kyoto and come to Wenshui in order to heal the uncle?

Chen Changsheng asked again, "Has His Majesty the Emperor been here?"

The steward of the old mansion was even more confused, thinking that His Majesty the Emperor had every opportunity, how could he come here?

"Only their medical skills are better than mine, and since none of them came, who is more qualified than me to say whether this disease can be cured or not?"

After saying this, Chen Changsheng followed Mrs. Tang to the inner mansion and ignored this person again.

The King of Linghai stayed behind with dozens of priests and stopped the people of the Tang family outside.

The old house steward relied on his identity to follow up, but he didn't succeed.

The King of Linghai stared at him blankly and said, "You like coughing a lot?" ”

The steward of the old mansion has a very high status in Wenshui City, but what can he do with the national religious giants?

Seeing Chen Changsheng's figure disappear into the corridor of the inner house, he was so anxious and angry that he really coughed.